Chapter 213 Oden
Looking at the big pot of cooked ingredients in front of him waiting to be soaked in seasoning, Sang Yu couldn't help but touch his chin and think, it seems that there are not many types of ingredients.
In the common modern oden, you can usually see eggs, radishes, potatoes, kelp, konjac, fish balls, chikuwa, and various frozen meatballs.
But in the pot in front of her, there were only eggs, radishes, kelp, konjac, fried soybeans, and some wild vegetables. She felt that there were not many types of ingredients to choose from.
Forget about potatoes. She had walked around the market for a long time and hadn't even seen the shadow of one.
But she can make fish balls, bamboo rolls and all kinds of meatballs by herself.
"Dad, brother, let's go into the mountains to catch fish." She covered the pot, turned around and went out and started calling them.
"Ah? Fishing? Now?" Sang Yongjing, who was busy preparing the dishes, was full of questions. Hadn't he just cooked the food? Why did he have to go into the mountains to catch fish now?
"Yes, right now. Grab the basket and let's go into the mountains."
Sang Yu always keeps her word when she makes a decision. If she says we have to go into the mountains now, then we have to go into the mountains now.
The three of them carried the bamboo baskets on their backs, left behind the two children who were eager to catch up, and walked out.
After the last time they went fishing, they didn't go into the mountains to fish for a long time.
The main reason is that after the family has money, they don’t have to worry about food and clothing, and there are still a lot of salted fish that have not been eaten, so there is not much need to catch fish by themselves.
So this piece of land, which was a very good source of meat for many people, was thrown aside by them.
Perhaps the fish in the stream became less active due to the drop in temperature, but with the combined efforts of the three people who had some fishing experience, they were caught one after another and put into the baskets. Soon, the three bamboo baskets they brought were filled.
I can’t figure out how to eat so many fish when I get home. Do I have to pickle them all with salt?
Sang Yongjing asked, "Yu'er, we caught so many fish. Are we going to sell them in the city?"
River fish is delicious and more popular than pork. If three full baskets of fish were sold in the market, they would probably fetch one or two thousand coins.
Sang Yu smiled and shook her head. These fish were all genuine wild fish from clear streams. They were delicious and tender. She would not sell the fish directly without considering the main purpose.
"Instead of selling fish, let's make some meatballs and cook them in oden."
"What is this 'Oden'?" This was the first time Sang Yongjing heard the name, and judging from the wording, it sounded like a container or something.
“…”
This question stumped Sang Yu. This word is obviously a foreign word, originating from a dish in the Kanto region of Japan - Oden.
Because it is placed in two separate iron grid pots and slowly cooked with broth, it is named Oden.
But she obviously couldn't explain it this way now, otherwise Sang Yongjing would have a lot of other questions.
She rolled her eyes and chose to take the surface meaning: "It's a food from Kanto that needs to be cooked. I've already cooked a pot at home, and we can eat it when we get back."
As expected, when Sang Yongjing heard that he could eat it when he got home, he immediately lost interest in asking further questions. He was only thinking about going home quickly to try what the oden tasted like.
After all, in his heart, as long as the food is made by Sang Yu, there is no food that is not delicious.
Sang Xingjia followed suit, quickening his pace. He asked Sang Yu with great interest, "Little sister, is this oden you prepared for Liu Mao as a snack to sell next?"
While Sang Yu was busy making soup and cooking, he was helping out. He noticed that many of the steps were similar to those of cold pot skewers, so he changed some of them slightly.
He wouldn't believe that this thing wasn't prepared for Liu Mao.
"Yeah, big brother, you think these two things are very similar, right? Actually, it's just the different base soups that lead to different tastes."
Not understanding the other meaning in his words at all, Sang Yu thought he had seen through the essence of oden and started chattering.
Sang Xingjia listened to her silently. After a long while, he suddenly said, "Little sister, Liu Mao is not a good match."
"Ah?" Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then after realizing what he meant, she rolled her eyes.
"Brother, why are you so obsessed with romance? Can you be more business-oriented? He and I are partners. If I provide him with new snacks, I can also get a share of the profits."
Sometimes she really wanted to open Sang Xingjia's head and see what was inside.
She also said that he used to often bring her storybooks. Now she suspected that he wanted to read those storybooks but was too embarrassed to do so, so he found an excuse to buy them and read them before giving them to her.
It seems that in his eyes, if a man and a woman get a little closer, it means they are in love and ready to get married.
Sang Yu snorted again in anger, leaving him behind and quickening her pace to move forward. She didn't want to talk to this sexually suggestive person at all.
After she walked a little further away, Sang Yongjing quietly slowed down his pace and walked to Sang Xingjia's side, asking curiously: "Jiaer, what did you say to your sister? What made her so angry?"
Sang Yu has always been precocious and organized, so it's rare to see her express her anger so openly.
Sang Xingjia smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I thought she fell in love with Liu Mao, I thought too much."
"Oh, Liu Mao? You really flatter him. He is not worthy of our Yu'er."
Sang Yongjing snorted coldly, and the arrogance in his bones was revealed again.
"Our Yu'er needs the best man in the world to be worthy of her."
Sang Xingjia was shocked: "...Dad, are you planning to send my little sister to the palace?"
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, what are you talking about?" Sang Yongjing quickly covered his mouth. "The current saint is older than your father. How could he let your little sister jump into the fire pit?"
"So what do you mean by the best man in the world?"
Sang Xingjia's heart felt a little relieved. He felt that what his father said was not just empty talk, but he seemed to have some confidence behind it.
Sang Yongjing chuckled, "Hehe, there's something you might not remember since you were young back then. Yu'er had a childhood marriage. It was arranged when she was still in your mother's womb. It was a marriage arranged from birth."
"Arranged marriage? How can we let Yu'er marry him when we don't even know his appearance or character?" Sang Xingjia's heart suddenly jumped to his throat again.
"I, as a father, understand the other party's character and family traditions. I just don't know if they will still recognize this marriage given the state our family has become."
Sang Yongjing sighed. He actually approved of the son-in-law whom he had never met, but he didn't know whether he still wanted to marry Sang Yu as his wife.
"Which one?"
"Mu Shu, son of General Mu Liangyuan."
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