Chapter 111 111 Blueprint Large Intestine Feast (Two chapters in one, 5000 words)
Su Ruojin said slowly: "I don't know him well, why should I go in with him?"
What he said was that the young Prince Zhao often came to the house to eat and drink, and brought gifts. He was very familiar with the Su family, but the young master said he was not familiar with them. "How could that be?" Shu Tong was puzzled.
Last time, he kidnapped the son of Xu Pozi who was causing trouble. Now Xu Pozi and her ilk don't dare to come and cause trouble. He must thank the second-generation ancestor, but Su Ruojin doesn't want to have too deep a relationship with him. First, because his status is too high, which is a gully in itself.
Besides, the second-generation rich man is unpredictable and looks like a rebellious middle school boy. Su Ruojin doesn't want to have any dealings with him. Anyway, every time he goes to her house, she will cook the delicious food, but she never gets close to him.
In broad daylight, Fengle Tower was also filled with singing and dancing. In the private room on the fifth floor, Wei Shizi Wei Jinghuai waited for Zhao Lan, the little cousin who had been on a job at the age of twelve. Seeing Zhao Lan's look of being bored with the world and not interested in anything, he smiled slightly: "Zi Jin——"
"cousin!"
The two men sat down opposite each other, and the servant served them tea first.
With a nine-year age difference, Wei Jinghuai wanted to bring Zhao Lan with him. The younger cousin was quiet, so as the older cousin, he smiled, was gentle and attentive. He asked about everything from study to errands, and then from errands to the little study partner, "Why didn't you bring him with you?"
Zhao Lan then lazily raised his eyelids, "He is taking the imperial examination."
This means that Fan Yanjia will not be included in the current mission.
Wei Jinghuai nodded and asked the waiter to serve the dishes.
The cousins ate their meal in silence. It was not until the table was cleared that Wei Jinghuai spoke up, "That Liaoxia guy refused to speak, so he found an opportunity and bit his teeth and poisoned himself to death."
"You mean that if I catch someone again, I shouldn't send him to the Imperial City Division?"
Wei Jinghuai: ...That’s true, but the clues are indeed broken with him.
Zhao Lan didn't give his cousin any face and stood up and left.
Wei Jinghuai: …My little cousin trusted him so much, and the first time he handed someone over to him, he actually let the person find an opportunity to commit suicide. It was indeed his fault, so he made up for it and took out a blueprint from his sleeve pocket, "I heard that this is the equipment you sent to the Ministry of Industry."
Zhao Lan stopped at the door of the private room and turned to look at the drawing that Wei Jinghuai had opened. It turned out to be the drawing of a meat grinder that he had asked the Engineering Department to make.
Zhao Lan: “Where did you get it from?”
"My people intercepted them on the way."
"Halfway? Do you mean on the way to Liaoxia?"
Wei Jinghuai nodded, "What is this device?"
Zhao Lan was just about to ask Santai to go to the Ministry of Industry to get something from his acquaintance: "The Liaoxia people thought this was a new device developed by my Dayin?"
"Um."
"Did you catch him?"
"I caught him, but I didn't get any useful information from him. I'll hand him over to you tonight."
Zhao Lan: …
In the evening, when Su Yanli was on duty, Shu Tong asked, "Sir, didn't the young Prince Zhao go to the Imperial College today?"
"Prince Jin came to the Imperial College to say hello. From now on, Prince Zhao will only attend classes half a day." Su Yanli answered first and then asked, "Did you meet him on the street?"
Shu Tong nodded, "During lunch, the Second Lady wanted to go to Fengle Tower, but she ran into the young prince at the door."
As descendants of the royal family, they do not need to take imperial examinations or rely on favors from relatives. They are born with titles, and as long as they do not rebel, usurp the throne, or collaborate with the enemy to sell out their country, they can easily live a life of wealth and glory.
When the Prince of Jin sent someone to the Imperial College to talk, Su Yanli understood what kind of job the young Prince Zhao had to take. When he was this age, he had just passed the examination to become a scholar, but the royal family and the children of wealthy families already had jobs that they had to struggle for many years to get.
People are incomparable. Su Yanli was just sighing with emotion.
When he returned home, the Su family's dinner was ready, with hot soup and hot water, ready for Su Yanli to eat as soon as he sat at the table.
Last month, when Su Silang celebrated his first birthday, he didn't dare to make any noise because of Aunt Ding's matter. He just cooked a meal at home and celebrated the New Year. He didn't even disturb the neighbors. But except for Su Dalang, Ajin and Sanlang didn't invite colleagues or neighbors to their first birthday celebrations. They just had a simple meal and celebrated the New Year at home. This must be because they had so many children.
The thirteen-month-old boy has less fetal sleep now. He can no longer be coaxed to sleep by eating or doing things. He needs someone to hold him or watch him. Some time ago, Mao Ya was too busy to take care of him alone, so Cheng Yingzhen often held him while eating. Now that Ding is born, she holds her chubby grandson and lets her daughter sit at the table and eat peacefully.
Cheng Yingzhen couldn't sit down and eat peacefully, she insisted that Ding also come to the table to eat.
The Su family has always eaten at the same table with their servants. But since the Feng family came to work at the Su family, Shu Tong and others refused to eat at the same table.
Ding came from the family of a concubine of a noble family, where the hierarchy was very strict. There were clear distinctions between master, servant, and concubine, so she would not sit at the table. Her daughter could not get over this hurdle in her heart, so she had to persuade her with great difficulty, "If you want your mother to stay with you for the rest of your life, you must not attract attention over these little things and make people suspicious and ruin me."
This is not a serious statement.
In order to depend on her mother for the rest of her life, Cheng Yingzhen had to suppress her reluctance. From then on, when it came to eating and dressing, she acted like a servant and like a mistress.
While the Su family was having dinner, Ding stood beside Cheng Yingzhen holding Su Silang, teasing him while watching her daughter's family eat. It was a warm and harmonious scene. She was extremely happy and had a smile on her face the whole day.
In just one month, his complexion changed from pale and haggard to fair and moist. It was like a completely different person. If you didn't know him well, you would not be able to recognize him at all.
Recently, the most discussed topic at the dinner table is Shutong's marriage. Every detail of the marriage has to be considered, and if they fail to think of it, they will become a laughing stock.
Everything was almost ready, and Shu Tong, the person involved, was no longer nervous. He added more rice to Su Yanli's plate and asked casually, "Second Madam, didn't you say you wanted to stuff sausages?"
Su Ruojin stopped eating with her chopsticks. Yes, if Uncle Shu Tong hadn't told her, she would have forgotten that the meat grinder drawings had been given to Zhao Lan a long time ago. Did he help her make it?
"Dad, when you meet the little prince tomorrow, please ask him if my meat grinder is ready."
Su Yanli nodded, "The young prince only goes to school half a day now."
"Hey, why?"
Su Yanli did not tell his daughter about his guess, and said, "He does not need to take the imperial examination."
That's right! Su Ruojin felt that this had nothing to do with him. "If it's not done well, I'll take the blueprint to the blacksmith shop and find someone to do it."
The cold wind howls and the night is terrifying.
The inconspicuous courtyard stood quietly in the cold wind. An inconspicuous carriage drove into the courtyard. Hearing the sound, someone in the courtyard came out to greet it. Several people walked into the depths of the courtyard in silence.
The room was dimly lit and dark.
Mr. Shen waited until Shuangrui took off the young master's coat before he stepped forward to speak, "Young Master, before you came, Prince Wei had already sent the person here, and Old Du is interrogating him. The result is not out yet. Do you want to go and take a look?"
Zhao Lan shook his head.
Santai stepped forward and said, "I personally gave the blueprint to the director of the Ministry of Works. He found a craftsman and I told him that it was a handy tool for mincing meat. Because it was for civilian use, he didn't specifically tell me to keep it secret. He just said that this was what you wanted, little prince. Normally, no matter what the purpose of something a prince or minister wants is, the people below will be very cautious. Because of this, the spy probably thought it was some new equipment."
Zhao Lan asked in a gloomy tone, "What if he knew that this was used for mincing meat?"
Mr. Shen thought for a moment and said, "It's possible." They even snatched the cicadas. It is not impossible that the Liaoxia people would covet something related to iron and look so exquisite and want to take it for themselves.
"This blueprint is just an opportunity." Zhao Lan looked up at the gentleman and said, "Gather the people. No matter if they are spies from Liaoxia or parasites from my Great Yin Dynasty, send them to me."
"Yes, young master."
The next day, Su Yanli did not forget his daughter's request. After class, he stood at the door and waited for a while. When Zhao Lan passed by him, he saluted, "Dr. Su——"
"Zijin, is the thing that Jin asked you to help make ready?"
Zhao Lan nodded and said, "I'm planning to send it over this afternoon."
Su Yanli smiled: "I won't bother Zijin anymore, just give me the things and I'll take them back."
"It's still in the Ministry of Industry. I'll be there this afternoon. I'll give it to Ah Jin when I get it."
This was the first time Su Yanli heard his daughter's name from Prince Zhao, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Young Master Fan also called his daughter by her name, and they often visited each other, so it was very normal.
He nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, Zijin."
"You're welcome, Doctor."
When Fan Yanjia heard that Zhao Lan was going to Dr. Su's house, she jumped for joy. "Zijin, wait for me. I'll ask for leave and go with you to see Ah Jin in the afternoon."
Zhao Lan refused: "Si Ye will not agree to give you a fake one."
Fan Yanjia, who was about to run to ask for leave, asked, "Why?"
"How can you conduct scientific research if you fish for three days and rest for two days?"
Fan Yanjia: ...I don't want to take the imperial examination, can't I just ask for favors?
Zhao Lan looked like someone who was patting his chest and saying that he would definitely become a high-ranking official based on his own abilities.
Fan Yanjia: …
"Okay then, Zijin, please buy me a bucket of milk and bring it over, and ask Jin to make us a bucket of ginger milk."
Zhao Lan: ...a bucket? A rice bucket?
It was time to make sausages, but the casings were not ready yet, so Su Ruojin asked Shu Tong to buy a lot of pig intestines. When Zhao Lan arrived, Su Ruojin was teaching Mao Ya and Shu Tong how to peel the sausage casings by the well at the kitchen door. The two large wooden basins of pig intestines made his scalp tingle.
Shuang Rui looked at his young master who didn't move forward and reminded him carefully, "How about I give the meat grinder to Madam Su Er, and you wait at the gate?"
Turning his eyes away from the creepy thing, Zhao Lan walked straight to the main hall of the main courtyard, bowed with both hands, and saluted to Cheng Yingzhen, "Zi Jin greets the Madam."
"Little...You are too polite, Prince."
"Mother Ji, pour tea for the young prince."
“Here I come.”
Mother Ji, that is Ding's current identity. She had never had the chance to meet a royal family member of such a noble status in the Earl's Mansion. She did not expect to see him in her daughter's small courtyard. She smiled and led him to the main seat, "Young Prince, please take a seat." After that, she poured tea and served water. Her manners were skillful and generous, just like a maid from a wealthy family.
Ding was originally a maid in the Bo's mansion. She was promoted from a small maid to a big maid and did all kinds of work. If she hadn't been bullied by Cheng Wanshi who promoted her to be a concubine, she would have been a capable maid.
Now that she is at her daughter's house without any oppression or torture, her quick and capable spirit has returned.
Zhao Lan glanced at the old mother, then looked through the main hall to the well platform again.
Su Ruojin felt the gaze of Prince Zhao and immediately washed her hands, then ran over to pay her respects, "Ajin greets the prince!" Shu Tong and Mao Ya behind her also came over to pay their respects.
Shuangrui looked at the young master with a frown on his face and asked for him, "Mrs. Su made so many...what for?" He didn't even want to talk about the intestines, as they felt smelly.
Su Ruojin saw the disdainful looks from the master and servant, and thought that it seemed that she would not be able to enjoy the small intestine delicacy. She smiled secretly and said, "Stuffed sausage."
Shuangrui looked at the young master with a speechless look. This guy wanted to have dinner for free, but now he has to leave.
"Stuff the meat in it?" Can we still eat it like this?
Su Ruojin nodded, "Yes, little prince, please sit down and drink some tea first, I will go and get busy."
Anyway, she is a seven-year-old girl, and it is not his turn to entertain guests.
Sure enough, Su Dalang came out to greet him, and he sat down next to Zhao Lan as Prime Minister.
Su Sanlang ran over with the ball in his hand: "Brother Zhao...Brother Zhao...play Cuju with me..."
Su Ruojin had already walked to the well platform. When she heard Su Sanlang calling her brother in a familiar manner, she shrugged quietly. Only the village leader Su Sanlang would dare to call a cold and world-weary second-generation rich man like that. She continued to squat and instruct Shu Tong and Mao Ya to peel the intestinal thread.
Shu Tong asked, "Second Madam, do you still want the peeled large and small intestines?"
"Of course, they are the best delicacies."
Shu Tong and Mao Ya were both surprised: "Ah..."
Su Ruojin had never cooked large intestine delicacies since she traveled to the Dayin Dynasty. Firstly, she had no chance, and secondly, it was difficult to handle. She couldn't bear to let her mother spend a long time to prepare it. Now, she had someone to help her, so she could buy it without any scruples!
There are so many delicious dishes related to large intestines, such as braised, stir-fried, crispy, stir-fried with sauerkraut, braised, nine-turn, and even glutinous rice stuffed large intestines. There is no dish that is not delicious.
Facing the wooden basin full of large intestines that looked a bit creepy, Cheng Yingzhen, Zhao Lan and others... expressed their doubts!
Su Ruojin pouted and said, "Let me remind you first, three out of the five dishes for dinner today are about large intestines."
Everyone: ...
Shuangrui glanced at his young master and thought, the things have been delivered, the tea has been drunk, and Su Dalang has been sitting with his eyes on you for a long time without saying a word, it's time to go!
Zhao Lan didn't move at all.
Shuangrui had no choice but to stand at the door of the main hall and look up at the sky. Isn’t the young master bored?
There was no time to make brine, so Su Ruojin prepared a few quick dishes, one was stir-fried pig intestines, one was stir-fried pig intestines with pickled cabbage, and another was stewed pig intestines with tofu. How could we miss the nine-turn large intestine? This famous dish of later generations was made again, but there was still a lot of large intestines, so finally there was a large intestine stuffed with glutinous rice.
Zhao Lan was busy from the moment he entered the room until Su Yanli got off duty. It was already dark, and the large intestine feast was ready on the table.
Shuangrui served the young master with an even more expressionless face than his master, and prayed silently in his heart, "My young master, please don't vomit after eating. If you do, I guess Su Er Niang won't entertain you anymore in the future."
Zhao Lan looked at the dish that Shuangrui brought to him, and indeed did not touch it.
Su Yanli didn't see the original state of the large intestine. When he came back, the large intestine was presented to him in various delicious states. It smelled strange and he asked with a smile, "Ajin and your mother have come up with new food again?"
Su Ruojin smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, Dad, why don't you try it and see if it tastes good?"
Although Zhao Lan hadn't started eating yet, his servant took the first bite, which meant he had started eating. So Su Yanli didn't hesitate to ask his daughter, "Which one is the most delicious?"
"Dad, you just came back from outside and you're cold. Have a small bowl of sausage stewed with tofu first."
Regardless of whether it is pig offal or sheep offal, people in the Dayin Dynasty ate them all. For example, Dongjing Menghualu listed various offal foods, including sheep tripe, sheep lungs, red and white kidneys, etc., all of which are sheep offal. There is also "lung filling" made from pig lungs and "liver clamps" made from pig livers, etc., all of which are pig offal.
But whether it is sheep offal or pig offal, they are all internal organs. It is disgusting to think about it, and it is even more troublesome to cook. Friends who have stir-fried pig intestines know that offal is the most difficult ingredient to prepare. If the cooking skills are not good enough, either the fishy smell or the organ smell cannot be removed. Unlike stir-fried meat slices, if the cooking skills are not good, the at most the food will be tough and not tasty, but it will not taste disgusting. However, if these offal are cooked properly, they can not only turn into something magical, but also become a great delicacy.
Today, Su Ruojin made the smelly and disgusting-looking large and small pig intestines into a unique delicacy.
Su Yanli listened to his daughter and scooped up half a bowl of soup, pig intestines and tofu. He picked up the small white spoon and scooped it into his mouth and took a sip. "Hmm, it tastes pretty good. It's better than the roasted pig intestines and fried white intestines I had in restaurants before. Not only does it not have any pig smell, it's smooth and chewy when you put it in your mouth. It's delicious!"
As he was talking, he finished half a bowl in just three or four gulps.
Cheng Yingzhen had a frightened expression on her face, "Sir, is it really delicious?" Tonight, her daughter stood on a small stool with a small spatula to cook for herself. She could smell the delicious food, but when she saw the scene of her processing large intestines in the afternoon, she always felt...
Su Yanli reached out and picked up another piece of nine-turn large intestine. It was bright red and looked very appetizing. The springiness it had when eaten was different from the one in the soup just now. "Ajin, was this fried in a frying pan and then stewed?"
"Wow, Dad is so powerful, it's like this, is the strength different?"
Su Yanli nodded, "Very different."
Su Ruojin giggled, and the big pig intestines were here. She worked hard and ate them with great relish.
Zhao Lan: …looking at the father and daughter eating happily, he finally picked up his chopsticks. However, he did not eat what Shuangrui had put in the small dish. Instead, he picked up a piece of large intestine from the pickled cabbage. As soon as he took a sip, a sour and spicy taste hit his taste buds. His tasteless mouth was suddenly filled with sour, spicy and sweet fragrance. He woke up from his lethargy and instantly had the desire to eat. Suddenly, it seemed as if he had forgotten everything he had seen in the afternoon. All he could see was the delicious food. He tasted them one by one, and finally stopped at the glutinous rice stuffed large intestine. It was just the right amount of salty and light, soft and sticky, and he couldn't stop eating it.
Girls love things made with glutinous rice. Seeing Zhao Lan eating one piece after another, Su Ruojin couldn't help but remind him, "Little Prince, it's hard to digest glutinous rice if you eat too much at night."
Zhao Lan: ...Did he eat a lot? I think only two or three pieces!
Two or three pieces? Su Ruojin motioned him to look at the plate and he ate half of it.
Zhao Lan originally wanted to reach for the glutinous rice and large intestine, but then he changed direction and scooped a bowl of stewed pork intestine and tofu.
Shuangrui looked at Su Erniang with gratitude: ...You are the one who dares!
Su Ruojin: ...
(End of this chapter)
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