She wasn't naturally gifted with her hands from the start. Thanks to Rong Heng, during the days when he neglected her, she finally understood the principle that people like to find things to do when they have free time. She read medical books, did embroidery, and learned how to make pastries.
Not to mention that she later became close to Madam Jiang, and in return, she often cooked for Jiang Shaoxing. Over time, she became quite skilled at it.
She lowered her head and placed the washed osmanthus flowers on the glutinous rice balls, dividing them into four portions. She had the guards deliver one portion to the Zhu family and one to the Jiang family, one to her father, and she took another one for herself. The rest was for the servants.
The Zhu family doesn't have many servants these days; including Fu An's Green Zheng, there are only five or six in total. So, it's not unreasonable to share these glutinous rice balls with them.
That evening, Jiang Shaoxing received some snacks sent by someone sent by Zhu Jiayu.
He stroked the slightly dented patterns on the handle of the food box, a smile unconsciously creeping into his eyes.
He thought that after so much time, she had forgotten.
He took out a packet of loose silver from his pocket, handed it to the guard, and said gently, "Please tell your mistress to thank me when you get back."
Madam Jiang was making knee pads for her husband and son in the flower hall. The weather was getting colder, and it was time to prepare for autumn and winter.
Seeing her son return so quickly after going out, with a slight smile on his face, she couldn't help but put down the knee pads in her hand, raise her chin, and ask, "What are you carrying?"
Jiang Shaoxing placed the food box on the table, took out the plate containing the pastries, and said, "These are pastries made by Sister Zhu. A few days ago, I asked her if she knew any chefs in Suiping. After she learned that I wanted to eat pastries from Suiping, she had someone send them over today."
Madam Jiang glanced at him, smiled faintly, said nothing, and picked up a pastry to taste.
The glutinous rice skin is soft, chewy, and sweet, with a layer of dried fruit crumbs inside, mixed with a molten sesame filling, making it delicate and chewy.
She quickly ate one and nodded approvingly: "Miss Zhu's cooking skills are quite good."
The moment the pastry touched his lips, Jiang Shaoxing almost burst into tears.
After meeting Zhu Jiayu, he never dreamed again. He could no longer remember what the pastries in his dreams looked like or tasted like.
But now he was stunned to think that this must be the case.
He really found her.
When he came to his senses, he saw his mother smiling at him. After meeting his gaze, Madam Jiang asked him teasingly, "Is it that delicious?"
No one knows her son better than her. When has the young man ever liked snacks since he turned thirteen?
In her opinion, her son probably prefers people, not pastries.
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