As the weather grew colder, the old people stopped going to the fields and each family began to prepare food for the winter, including pickled vegetables, pickled duck, pickled chicken and duck, pickled meat, pickled fish, pickled cucumbers, and anything that could be pickled or marinated.
Wu Jin's restaurant also launched a variety of sauce-style foods at this time. He used various sauce-style techniques he collected from all over the world on the food. The old people found the taste good and followed suit.
These past few days, Chen Heng watched Wu Jin teach his sister-in-law how to pickle vegetables to create new flavors, and he could talk for half a day every time he came.
Simply put, different vats, different water qualities, different temperatures, as well as the use of wine and ingredients are all very delicate. Even the steps of compacting and salting to remove water have certain requirements.
Chen Heng likes to eat those sauces, which makes me feel overwhelmed, but these are things that every lady in charge should know how to make.
In Shen Heng's opinion, royal nobles all have maids to serve them, so they don't need to know these things at all. She is also developing towards this goal, and when she makes money, she will let others do it.
Later I found that no matter how high your status is, as long as you are the lady of the house, you have to be able to manage the inner house and pickle pickles. You don't have to do it yourself, but you must have a solid theoretical understanding.
According to Nanny Feng, "Even the Empress must know these things, otherwise how can she be a role model for women all over the world?"
Chen Heng could only dig out the little things from the corner of her master's memory and make up for it, but her memory was limited, so she had to learn from her sister-in-law again.
"Master Wu, you are so capable. Your wife will be blessed in the future." Xia tasted the bamboo shoots sent by Wu Jin. Although they had been stored for several months, they still tasted fresh. This year she and Aheng would also try this storage method.
"That's true. But now I don't know where my wife is. After the New Year, I will be eighteen." Wu Jin's voice was full of anxiety.
Nanny Feng, who was drying clothes, was amused by Wu Jin's words: "Young Master Wu is of excellent character and family background. You can choose any girl you want."
"But there's not one I like." Wu Jin was a little worried: "What if I keep finding someone I don't like? Other people's parents would have been so anxious that they didn't know what to do. My family is just the opposite. I'm anxious, but they're not."
Uh, Wu Jin is only seventeen years old now. Shen Heng was surprised: "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I'm getting older and older." Wu Jin looked worried, eager to get married soon. "By the time, Xuanlang and Ajian will have children, and I might not get married until then. They'll have children and grandchildren, and my children might just be around to help out. It makes me sad just thinking about it. By the time they're eight generations old, I might only be five or six generations old."
Chen Heng: "..." Thinking about it, Xie Jian, Wu Jin, and Meng Xuanlang have even chosen names for their eighth-generation descendants. Okay, thinking about the problem from this perspective, it is indeed time to get anxious.
Nanny Feng and Xia were overjoyed. Nanny Feng said, "Your mother's idea is not wrong. Life is long. If you can find a wife who satisfies you, your life will be worth it."
She had lived for decades, and this was the first time she had seen someone think this way.
Chen Heng was most envious of this. She thought about herself, who had been trapped in an iron cage since she came here, and had no say in many things.
But she was also very satisfied. In life, as long as you move forward step by step, you will see beautiful scenery wherever you look.
The first snow of this year was at the end of November.
The day when the first snow fell happened to be the day when Min'er came to visit his family.
Every time Min'er came, he would always talk a lot about Lord Tang. Xia's smile changed from the bitterness and hesitation in the past to the fact that she could now engage in some conversation.
"Mom, I'm really worried about Master Tang's health. He fainted twice this month." Xiao Min'er said worriedly, "Every time he covered his head and looked very painful."
Xia gently stroked her son's head and asked, "Do you like Master Tang very much?"
Xiao Min'er nodded, then asked anxiously, "Mother, Auntie, Lord Tang is a high-ranking official, and I'm just a commoner. He's being kind to me, so he shouldn't be trying to harm me, right?"
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