Chapter 155: Kindness is Hard to Repay
If a maidservant is beaten to death, the master will put her in jail.
A death contract is different.
If the master wants to kill you, he can do it.
A matter of words.
His life is miserable.
Yunlan saved the two children, which was equivalent to saving their lives.
The huge debt of gratitude weighed heavily on Zhang Jinlan's heart.
She was a little breathless.
So when he heard Yunlan asking about watermelons, he thought of asking his granddaughter for her opinion. If Fubao agreed, he would collect the watermelons for a few days and send them to the Fang family in Chang'an Town.
Of course, a few watermelons can never repay the life-saving favor.
Although life at home is better now, it is still not even a hair's breadth better than that of the Fang family.
The only way is to pay it back slowly in other ways.
It has to be said that Zhang Jinlan and Jiang Fubao thought alike.
Anyway, the space is refreshed every day, and there are two watermelons a day.
Just sell one from home, pick one every day and send them to Fang’s house.
I heard from my second uncle that Chang'an Town is not too far away.
We set out before daybreak, and one round trip by ox cart would bring us home just in time for the evening.
It would be nice to have a carriage.
The estimated time is much shorter.
Comparing the two, the ox cart is like an old-fashioned bicycle covered with rust. It makes a rattling sound when you ride it, and you can only pedal slowly, not speed up. If you are not careful and put too much force on your feet, the chain will break.
As for the carriage, it was the old man's job. The speed depended on when he wanted to get off the carriage. The same went for the carriage. If he wanted it to go faster, he would whip the carriage hard. If he wanted it to go slower, he would hold the reins tightly.
It's up to you to decide the speed.
Jiang Fubao swore secretly.
When she grows up, she must learn to ride a horse and get two horse-drawn carriages for her family, so that they can be so majestic and dazzle the villagers.
"Mom, please try this mutton skewer. It's so delicious! I've lived for more than ten years before I discovered that mutton is so delicious. I always thought mutton was smelly and couldn't eat it. Just now, my brother Tong Jin persuaded me to eat a skewer. It was really as delicious as he said. Mom, please try it too."
Fang Changyi ran over excitedly with two lamb skewers in his hand, which were for his mother and sister to try. There was only a little bit of chili powder sprinkled on them, so it wasn't too spicy.
No one in the Fang family eats mutton.
So he guessed that his mother and sister had not tried it yet.
Yunlan and her daughter took the mutton skewers.
Took a small bite.
The next second, their reaction was the same as Fang Changyi's.
The roasted lamb skewers were sprinkled with thick cumin and a thin layer of chili salt, and were brushed with oil five times, making the originally dry and lean lamb sizzle with oil and mixed with the extremely fragrant cumin powder and chili powder.
When it comes to your mouth, there’s just one word.
fragrant!
Just when the mother and daughter were about to stop eating and take a break, their appetites were whetted again by the lamb skewers.
"Mom, try some pork belly. Even though it has fat on it, it's very fragrant."
The Fang family also doesn’t eat fatty meat.
That's why the mother and daughter didn't even take the pork belly skewers.
Fang Changmin grabbed a handful and walked over.
This is freshly baked.
It's still steaming.
"Okay, let's try it."
Yun Lan has always been very doting on her three children. Even though she feels sick and wants to vomit after eating fatty meat, she doesn't want to disappoint her sons.
She took the pork belly skewer and took a bite under the gaze of her second son.
Unexpectedly.
The fat is not greasy at all, and it is roasted crispy and fragrant.
Mixed with the lean meat above, the combination of the two is crispy, soft, salty and fragrant.
It tastes even better than pure lean pork kebabs.
The pork belly slices are covered with a thin layer of pork skin, which makes them particularly chewy.
After finishing both skewers, Yun Lan suddenly burped.
Her cheeks instantly turned red with embarrassment.
It's been so many years.
When has she ever been so rude before?
But the Jiang family seemed to be deaf to her words and didn't even look at her.
Not only that, Jiang Fubao also imitated her and burped for a long time.
It immediately resolved her embarrassment.
"Grandma, look at my belly."
Jiang Fubao deliberately stuck out his belly.
It seems a bit funny.
"Why is Fubao's belly like a watermelon? Come and let grandma touch it. It's hard. It looks like the watermelon is about to ripen. Come, bring a knife. Grandma is going to kill the watermelon."
Zhang Jinlan smiled, tapped her granddaughter's round belly, and pretended to have a knife in her hand.
Pretending to cut Jiang Fubao's belly.
Jiang Fubao naturally gave him face and yelled.
"Grandma, I am Fubao, not a big watermelon. Please don't kill me. I was wrong. I will definitely be a good citizen in the future. I will never steal the food you cook again, nor will I secretly poke a hen's butt with a branch--"
Jiang Fubao imitated the accent of the Japanese on TV.
He also raised his two chubby arms.
His funny look made everyone in the yard laugh.
"What a little joker. I don't know who he learned his accent from. It sounds so weird." Zhang Yanzi cursed with a smile.
She sat at the table with her sisters-in-law and nieces-in-law and ate barbecue.
The people doing the work are all men from the Jiang family.
Yun Lan had a panoramic view of the whole scene.
Before coming here, she had fantasized about this countless times, thinking that the eldest son of the Jiang family would refuse to raise Lai Di and her sister and then drive them away, or that he would be greedy and take her money but not treat the sisters well.
However, the reality is completely opposite to her fantasy.
Although the Jiang family is poor, they live in harmony.
Unlike other restaurants, women are not allowed to sit at the table.
In the Jiang family, however, the men work and the women eat first.
She had never seen it.
Even if there were guests coming to the Fang family, she would have to take her daughter and avoid them.
Nothing like the Jiang family.
It seemed that here, there was no difference between men and women. They had no quarrels or unhappiness. Everyone had a smile on their face, and it looked particularly warm.
It makes people feel warm in their hearts.
The sunlight shining on my face moved from the left side to the right side.
The setting sun is better than noon, but not as good.
Two drops of sweat slid down Yunlan's forehead.
The maid behind her immediately put down the skewers in her hand, took out a handkerchief and helped her wipe them.
The service was very considerate.
Another quarter of an hour later, Zhang Jinlan came over with four skewers of grilled chicken legs.
These are the hens we just killed at home. Each chicken has two legs, four in total, and they are all here.
"Mrs. Yun, Miss Wanru, two young masters, come and have a taste of the freshly roasted chicken thighs."
Remove the bones from the chicken thighs, beat them more than a hundred times with a knife, marinate them in the sauce prepared in advance for fifteen minutes, and then you can grill them.
It takes a lot of effort.
This was the secret weapon that Jiang Fubao had just passed on to his aunt.
Of course, the old excuses are still used.
It works every time I try it.
The aunt wanted to leave a piece of chicken leg for her, but Jiang Fubao refused.
When guests come, you naturally have to eat closely to them.
She can eat it anytime she wants.
After all, there are so many delicious foods at home today.
Jiang Fubao sat on a special little chair, grabbing a string of grilled chicken wings and eating them with great relish.
She actually prefers chicken wings to chicken legs.
It’s a pity that no one believes it when I say it.
Who would like to eat less meat?