Chapter 107 Follow-up (two chapters in one, 4000 words)
He suddenly opened the lid of the pot, and found that the ginger milk in the ceramic pot, which was in the form of soup half a quarter of an hour ago, was now like solidified white tofu, with a white and smooth color, and a faint fragrance mixed with ginger juice and milk.
Wow, it actually worked! Only those who have tried it know how difficult it is to make ginger milk, which looks simple but is actually very difficult to control.
Su Ruojin quickly distributed it to everyone.
Su Sanlang was the first to exclaim “delicious”.
It is indeed delicious. Adults and children alike can finish it in just two or three bites.
"Sister, I want more."
Su Ruojin looked at the empty pottery jar. Even the bottom had been wiped clean, so how could there be anything left?
Su Yanli reached out and handed the unopened cup to his youngest son, "Thank you, Dad!" Su Sanlang said polite words, but his little hands were as fast as lightning. He took it in an instant and couldn't wait to put the spoon into his mouth, "Delicious... Really delicious..."
Everyone: ...
Cheng Yingzhen knew that San'er must not have eaten enough, so she simply didn't move the spoon and waited for San'er to finish eating before passing it to him.
Su Sanlang was also polite in his words: "Thank you, mother." But his actions were still impolite.
Su Dalang: ...How about I leave it to my brother too?
It's fine if his parents spoil him, but how can he let his nine-year-old brother spoil him too? Su Ruojin helped Su Dalang scoop a mouthful of food and put it into his mouth, "Someone spoils him at home, will there still be someone to spoil him when he enters society?"
How did it rise from the family level to the social level?
Not to mention that Su Sanlang was not satisfied with the meal, even Fan Yanjia was not satisfied. However, he was not the four-year-old Su Sanlang, so he didn't dare to speak again.
Zhao Lan glanced at Shuang Rui, who understood what he meant and quietly stepped back, disappearing in the Su family courtyard in a short while.
After the afternoon snack, we started preparing dinner.
The two young masters have the habit of eating for free, so they must eat at noon and at night. They find it troublesome to cook each dish one by one, so they make hot pot in the evening. All they have to do is prepare the ingredients and put them in the pot when the time comes.
Just before the hot pot was served, Shuangrui asked someone to bring a bucket of milk over.
How much ginger is needed for this big bucket!
Shuangrui asked someone to bring up some old ginger, the kind that had already been mashed to make ginger juice.
Su Ruojin looked at Zhao Lan and said, "Little Prince, do you have to be so fierce? Even if you like to eat, you can't be so greedy!"
Su Yanli: ...
We just talked about "A gentleman controls himself and his desires" in class yesterday. It seems that even the most intelligent and indifferent Prince Pingyang didn't listen?
Zhao Lan looked indifferent, saying, "Young Master, just eat whatever you want. It's up to you to think and say whatever you want. I'll just eat it anyway."
If you are greedy for food, there is no point in being indifferent.
Fan Yanjia's eyes sparkled with joy, and he cupped his hands: "Ajin, after dinner, I'll help you make it! This dessert is so delicious, I want to bring it to my dad to try."
Su Ruojin, who was about to refuse: ...Since Lord Fan has been brought out, what else can she do?
"Didn't you watch me make the whole process in the afternoon? It's so simple, you will definitely be able to do it." What he meant was, take the milk away and make it yourself if you want to eat it.
Fan Yanjia is not stupid: "In the afternoon, even you were not sure how to make ginger and milk into tofu, how can I learn it just by looking at it?"
There is a saying that goes, "You can learn it once you see it, but you will fail once you do it. You will feel sick once you smell it, and you will collapse once you taste it. The whole day is wasted, and I cry just thinking about it." I didn't expect that this young man Fan Yanjia is quite self-aware.
Perhaps because everyone was thinking about the next show, they ate more voraciously than usual, eating quickly and eagerly, as if someone was chasing them.
Su Ruojin: ...The charm of ginger milk is too great.
In the brightly lit kitchen, Su Ruojin was once again surrounded by the crowd, all of whom stared at how she mixed ginger and milk, which were completely unrelated, into tofu, and then put it into her mouth to enjoy the extremely smooth taste.
The large bucket was divided into three parts. The first part was of course taken away by Prince Zhao who provided the ingredients, the second part was taken back by Fan Yanjia for his family to taste, and the remaining part belonged to the Su family. As it was a rare opportunity to make it, Su Ruojin asked Mao Ya to bring the jars to the shop to share with everyone.
She also gave some to Yang Si Niang, who was so astonished that she knocked on Su Ruojin's door that night and asked for the recipe. "Don't worry, I'll give you the same share as the milk tea."
Su Ruojin: ...She really didn’t want to make money from this!
Seeing that the young lady had not spoken, Madam Yang became anxious and said, "Then add 10% more than the milk tea."
"Ma'am, that's not what Ajin meant."
“That is…” Could it be that this is a private collection not open to the public?
Su Ruojin explained the reason: "Young Prince Zhao and Young Master Fan also like to eat it very much. The recipe has been taken away by them, and they may also give it to the family shop." Young Prince Zhao may not run the business, but Madam Fan certainly will, so she has to tell Madam Yang in advance.
"Oh..." Whether it was the Prince of Jin's Mansion or the Minister's Mansion, it was really beyond Madam Yang's control. She smiled disappointedly, "Okay, forget it then."
I had originally thought that there was a new unique dessert in the capital, and was about to say goodbye tactfully.
Su Ruojin said, "Madam, if you don't mind that it's not your exclusive business, I can give you the recipe."
"I don't mind... Of course I don't mind..." The capital is so big, how can all the business be completed? Mrs. Yang, who had just been disappointed, became happy again, and pulled the young lady to talk a lot. The summary was one sentence: This lady will definitely not let the young lady down.
Su Ruojin trusted Mrs. Yang's character and agreed with a smile.
Mrs. Yang went back in a hurry with the recipe of ginger milk. If it wasn't night time now, she would have had someone make it and sell it in the shop.
Hua Ping didn't get to eat the ginger milk that Mao Ya brought to the shop, as he was with Mr. Shen. Ever since the young master officially took over the investigation, their secret office has become busy again from its idle state.
Tracking experts have been sent out to look for Madam Kong's whereabouts. After half a month of pursuit, some news was finally sent back.
After reading the note, Mr. Shen said, "It has been confirmed that Madam Kong was indeed captured by Liaoxia. She will be sent to the Baigongfang of Liaoxia to become a female slave in the spinning workshop. The Baigongfang is heavily guarded, and our people have no chance to get close, let alone save her."
Hua Ping stared at the flickering oil lamp and listened in silence.
"The current generation of Liaoxia Li's rulers are too ambitious."
If the Dayin Dynasty does not take the initiative to crack down on these behaviors, the consequences will be disastrous.
Hua Ping raised his eyes and said, "Then don't wait for any more opportunities. Let's catch the tall man who was eyeing the fan first."
The reason why the tall man was not arrested was mainly because of the list of Liaoxia spies named "Ula Cao".
"Since the Liaoxia Li family was able to recruit so many craftsmen, there must be more spies operating in the capital than just that tall man. If we catch them and interrogate them, we might get some unexpected gains."
Hua Ping felt that he was about to rust due to idleness. Winter was here and all things were dormant, but people like them were just the opposite. Like snakes entering holes, as long as they found a hole, it was the best time to catch them.
Mr. Shen pondered for a moment and said, “Wait for the young master to come over, and I will apply.”
"What do you need to wait for me?"
Speak of the devil; he will appear.
Shen, Hua and others hurried forward to salute.
Zhao Lan passed by and said, "One to listen to your recent progress, and two to get the homework that the teacher gave me. I will only stay for half an hour, so hurry up."
So the people in the room immediately started working.
After finishing his official duties, Zhao Lan asked Shuangrui to bring a can of ginger milk, "Just follow what Hua Sicha said, arrest the person first and send him to the place where the Imperial City Bureau specially detains spies. I will ask Prince Wei to interrogate him.
Most of us know that the emperors of the Ming Dynasty had the Embroidered Uniform Guards. The emperors of the Dayin Dynasty of the Song Dynasty also had them, but they were not called the Embroidered Uniform Guards. Instead, they were called the Imperial City Division. They were also specifically responsible for protecting the emperor and were directly responsible to the emperor. The Prince of Jin was an official brother, and he was responsible for the inspection of affairs.
The Chashi, also known as the Exploration Department, is under the Imperial City Department. To put it bluntly, it is the counter-espionage department. Zhao Lan took over such a department. The Prince Wei he mentioned is the son of Princess Yuyang who broke Cheng Baotai's leg.
Finally, they can arrest people. The Investigation Bureau, which has been dead for a long time, has finally come alive. Hua Sicha, that is, Hua Ping, is a patrol soldier in the court. These patrol soldiers serving the emperor are not ordinary civilians. They are mainly descendants of meritorious soldiers, descendants of distant royal relatives, or soldiers with special skills promoted from various places.
Hua Ping belongs to the first type. His grandfather and father died while guarding the frontier. He became an orphan and was adopted by the court to become a member of the emperor's guard. After completing his studies, he was assigned to
The Investigation Department became the Observation Department.
It was a dark and windy night, deep in Xiqiao Alley, two men in black walked through the alley as light as a swallow. After a while, they arrived at a small courtyard that was ordinary as could not be more ordinary. They climbed over the wall and entered. The guard dog was about to bark when a dart pierced its throat and killed it instantly.
One man in black was guarding the door, and another man in black quickly jumped into the room with a sword in hand. In a few breaths, the person inside groaned and fell silent. The man in black guarding the door turned into the room, and together with another man in black, they carried the man in the black bag, and left here quietly again.
When we returned to the palace, it was already the end of the Si hour (11 o'clock at night).
When Princess Jin heard the maid come to report that her youngest son had finally returned, she wanted to get up and go see him, but Prince Jin held her back with his hand, "He's not a child anymore, he has his own things to do."
"What for?" Princess Jin was furious when she heard this. "To take a position that no one knows about?"
"This is the duty of the descendants of the Zhao family." The King of Jin said to his wife patiently, "The eldest is the crown prince, and the youngest is the prince. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
Princess Jin's eyes widened. "Their identities were determined by birth. Is there anything wrong with that?" This was really strange. Wasn't it natural for the royal descendants to have the title of prince?
It’s really hard to reason with women. Prince Jin turned around, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Princess Jin: ...I wish I could kick this man off the bed.
In the end, Princess Jin didn't nag her youngest son, but quietly asked the housekeeper beside her, "How is Lan'er? Do you want a midnight snack when you come back?"
The nanny smiled and replied, "My princess, the young master looked very good when he came back. I heard that he also brought back desserts from Dr. Su's house. I have asked someone to send them to you, my princess. Do you want me to bring them over for you to see?"
Princess Jin was satisfied that her son ate well and slept well. She was not interested in what food she brought back from the Su family, but she still reminded him, "This year during the New Year, give the Su family a decent gift."
"Yes, princess."
As soon as Fan Yanjia got home, he couldn't wait to share the dessert he brought back from the Su family with his family, "Dad, give this to my toothless grandmother, she will definitely be happy."
Minister Fan, who had teeth, suddenly felt that the food tasted bad. "You stinky boy, you have teeth, why do you eat so much? Eat less and I will give it to your grandmother."
Fan Yanjia: "Has mother already asked someone to send her to the grandmother's home?" Fan Yanjia came back late and did not disturb the old lady to rest.
Minister Fan still felt that his son ate too much, "Leave some for your nephew to eat tomorrow."
Fan Yanjia: "Did mother also send it to eldest brother's yard?" He looked like he had something good in mind and was thinking to everyone, "Dad, please praise me!"
Minister Fan not only did not praise him, but also found an excuse to prevent his son from eating. "What knowledge did you ask Dr. Su at his house today?"
Fan Yanjia: ...He finally realized that his dad didn't want him to drink ginger milk?
He put down the small white spoon angrily and said, "Dad, it's too late. If you want to take a test on your knowledge, I'll come early tomorrow." After that, he bowed and left his father's study.
Minister Fan looked at the mini clay pot on the table, then glanced towards the door. Making sure that the child had left, he suddenly grinned, happily quickly scooped up the small clay pot, picked up the small white spoon and scooped it into his mouth. It was as smooth as tofu and melted in his mouth. He pursed his lips and swallowed it in one gulp. How did he come up with this? It was incredible that the collision of ginger and milk could produce such delicious tofu.
Minister Fan was so delighted with the meal.
Fan Yanjia, who was hiding at the door and peeking, said, "He knew his father would do this. He rolled his eyes secretly. Well, he was not satisfied. He thought as he walked back to the yard, "Should I also bring a big bucket of milk to ask A Jin to help me bump it?" Or, should I try to bump it myself?
After the secret meal, Minister Fan returned to his bedroom to sleep. His old wife was sitting in front of the dressing table taking off her hairpins. He sat on the edge of the bed, washing his feet, humming a little tune, feeling very happy.
Mrs. Fan couldn't help but ask, "Did you get a reward from the government today? You look so happy."
"The emperor has been in good health recently, and we, the ministers, are of course happy."
A new emperor appoints new ministers, and this is the best stage in an official career. Lord Fan certainly doesn't want anything to happen to the emperor.
Mrs. Fan frowned, "The capital has been uneasy lately!" The princes were fighting openly and secretly, and it was inevitable that the ministers with real power would be involved.
Lord Fan stopped singing and became serious. He said to his wife, "Remember, we are only loyal to the emperor."
Mrs. Fan obeyed whatever Lord Fan said. In this era, it was no joke to regard the husband as the God. She nodded solemnly, "I understand."
Lord Fan seemed to remember something. "No matter if it's business or common affairs, as long as it involves the royal family, you have to let it go. Do you understand?"
Of course Mrs. Fan nodded.
Although his wife was capable, she always followed his instructions and did not mess around like some other wives of officials. Lord Fan was quite satisfied. He smiled and said, "It's good that you understand. I can continue to be an official smoothly and for a long time."
Mrs. Fan nodded again, "Don't worry, I know when to take advantage and when to repay a favor."
As the weather got colder, Uncle Hua Ping's appetite seemed to be getting better and better, and the soup made for him was not enough.
Su Ruojin felt that one can of soup was not too little. "Do you think we should only drink the soup and not eat the staple food?"
Hua Ping felt a little guilty. He pointed at his face and asked, "Is there some fat on it?"
I have gained some weight.
Su Ruojin stared at him thoughtfully.
(End of this chapter)
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