Bamboo hut.
After much effort, Fatty Rong managed to lift a large fish weighing over ten pounds out of the pond. Jiang Huai jumped up and down on the bank, shouting enthusiastically, "Big brother, awesome!"
"Haha, we're having fish head hotpot for lunch!"
When the big fish was picked up, it wasn't much shorter than the fish from the Yangtze River.
Jianghuai Little Fatty stretched out his hand, accurately grabbed the fish's mouth, and dragged the fish all the way back to the bamboo hut, shouting, "Grandpa, time to eat!"
Fatty Rong... Actually, he can no longer be called Fatty Rong. After more than three months of perfect transformation, he has shrunk a lot. In addition to adjusting his diet, Jiang Huai's martial arts master, An Yi, deserves a lot of credit.
He and Jiang Huai received training from Dark One at the same time. Jiang Huai went from being a chubby kid to a little bean sprout, while Rong Yue went from being a big fat kid to a relatively strong and normal-sized person.
With her hands on her hips and an air of nonchalance, Rong Yue solemnly corrected Jiang Huai: "It's hot pot, not 'guo guo'! You don't even like fish, so why are you joining in!"
The lively, wriggling fish had been dragged all the way here by the Yangtze and Huai Rivers, and half of its scales had fallen off!
Mr. Xunmei took the big fish from Jiang Huai's hand and called to Shi Tou, "Shi Tou, take it away and clean it up. We'll have fish head hotpot for lunch, and also stew a chicken for Huai'er!"
Stone responded and took the fish away to process it.
Rong Yue sat with Jiang Huai perched on her neck, and said to Mr. Xunmei with a melancholy expression, "Sir, why don't you just take me as your disciple? That way I can stay in Yuzhou for the New Year!"
Mr. Xunmei ignored him and walked toward his study with his hands behind his back.
Saburo had just finished a painting and said happily, "After this painting is framed, I'm going to send it to my sister's shop to hang up!"
Mr. Xunmei glanced at Sanlang's copy of the painting of fish playing among lotus flowers, but said nothing.
Rong Yue walked over to Sanlang, took the painting from his hand and put it aside, saying in a low voice, "Good brother, please help me out and say a good word to the master for me!"
Sanlang glanced at him. "You've got the seniority wrong! What should the young master call me?"
Rong Yue choked for a moment, then reached out and rubbed Sanlang's head. "If you can get the master to accept me, I'll shout whatever you want me to shout!"
Calling one is the same as calling two, there's no difference.
Sanlang rubbed his nose, looking somewhat timid. "If you want to stay in Yuzhou for the New Year, you need the Grand Princess and the Duke's permission. Your teacher's words don't count! Besides, don't you want to go to the capital to seek revenge? Don't you want to help your mother regain face?"
This is a pain that will forever remain in Rong Yue's heart!
This revenge must be taken! But he also can't bear to leave Yuzhou!
Once you go to Beijing, you'll never be able to enjoy the delicious food of Jiang's private kitchen again!
Sanlang knew what Rongyue was struggling with, and said helplessly, "Why can't you understand? When it was your father's birthday, Yongge specially helped us send a shipment to Jiangling. These past few days, whenever my sister has free time, she's been studying the New Year's gift list. This time, the destination isn't Jiangling, but the Grand Princess's residence in the capital!"
Rong Yue's eyes widened. "You mean...?"
Sanlang nodded affirmatively: "Do you want to go to the capital with Brother Yong's convoy? It's your own family's holiday gift. Think about it, you've changed so much now, your mother definitely won't recognize you. Are you sure you don't want to give your parents a surprise?"
Surprised... Rong Yue nodded vigorously!
He personally escorted the festival gifts back to the capital. His mother would be overjoyed to see how successful he was!
Ugh! You can't say unlucky things!
"Huai'er, come here, write a letter, write a letter to your godmother!" Rong Yue always remembered Jiang Huai's importance in his mother's heart. Bringing back the very heavy letter written by Jiang Huai would only bring double the joy.
Jiang Huai hugged Rong Yue's neck, extremely unwilling, "Big brother, you write it for me, my rotten pain!"
"Huai'er, be good. Da Guo will grind the ink for you, and you can write the letter for Da Guo."
Poor Jiang Huai was not even two years old. Writing a letter was like taking his life. The last letter he wrote to Li Yang was dictated by Jiang Shan, who then copied it down for him. He copied it again by imitation... To be precise, he copied each word on average, taking at least five pages if not ten.
They even made the kids cry!
This time, Jiang Huai learned his lesson and only wrote about ten words: "Godmother, I miss you. Come visit Huai'er when you have time."
No matter how much you coax her, she won't write another word.
If all else fails, I drew two little figures to get by: one is Li Yang wearing a skirt, and the other is a smaller version of Jiang Huai with three hairs on his head.
After more than a month of preparation, the Chongqing Commodity Fair finally opened.
Jiang Shan, as the chief planner of the event, cut the ribbon with Prefect Leng at the opening ceremony, said a few words, and then left.
She still had to go back to see Rong Yue off.
The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, and if Rong Yue goes back now, he can still make it to have the reunion dinner with his mother.
The items brought to the capital filled five carriages. Rong Yue herself had several boxes on her carriage, leaving no room to lie down.
Jiang Shan checked the items in the car one last time and said to Rong Yue, "Take a boat first, then a car. You must get to Shangjing within five days! You are not allowed to get off the car halfway, and you are not allowed to go out and play by yourself. You must listen to Jiang Yong, understand?"
Rong Yue pouted and said, "I know, I'm sick of hearing it! If you don't listen, you won't care about me next time you come over, okay?"
Jiang Shan added, "You must take the recipe I gave you to your mother so she can supervise you. You also need to be more disciplined and not let all your efforts these past few days go to waste!"
Rong Yue's eyes darted around, and she clung to the car door, giggling, "Aunt Jiang, there isn't such good seafood in the capital, and the chefs in the manor can't make it taste the same. Does that mean I won't be able to eat according to the recipe for a long time?"
Jiang Shan rolled his eyes at him and said irritably, "There's seafood in the capital too, but it doesn't keep for long, so you can eat it occasionally. There's soy sauce and chicken bouillon in the car; Jiang Yong will send you some every few months. Alright, it's getting late, let's get going!"
Jiang Huai toddled to the carriage, stretched out a small hand to Rong Yue, and said in a childish voice, "Big pot, here you go! Eat it secretly, okay? Don't let Mommy see!"
A teddy bear cake, its ears were crushed by Jiang Huai.
These are the little bear cakes that Jiangshan made last night using leftover cake scraps. They're about the size of his palm, and there are only ten of them. He watched Jiangshan finish them last night.
"Didn't you finish eating? Why is there still a piece left?" Rong Yue asked casually as she took the cake.
Jiang Huai patted the small pocket of his cotton-padded jacket and said, "Leave a piece for the big pot to eat."
Rong Yue felt a warmth in her heart, stuffed the teddy bear cake into her mouth, and said, "Delicious! Thank you, Huai'er!"
Yes, it wasn't for nothing that I spoiled him.
Jiang Huai's eyes crinkled with laughter.
Rong Yue's carriage finally departed, taking with it a group of well-fed and plump guards and attendants. The chefs of Jiang's Private Kitchen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although this master was a bit difficult to please, he was incredibly generous! When they left, everyone in the kitchen received a few taels of silver as a reward, and Chef Ding received a full twenty taels!
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