Chapter 12 012 Xiao Long Bao Zi and Shao Mai
Cheng Yingzhen asked: "How to scare her?"
"The last time the public housing was rented, Prince Jin was fined by the government. If she doesn't behave herself, will the government let Prince Jin off if she causes trouble again?"
Asking for an old servant back would alarm the emperor? This is too unbelievable!
Cheng Yingzhen shook her head in disbelief: "How is that possible?"
"Who cares whether it's possible or not? Anyway, Mother Dong is back, right?" Anyway, no matter whether it's the fried dough stick craftsmanship or Mother Dong, Mrs. Xu will not make any plans for the time being. She will decide whether to make any plans in the future later.
Cheng Yingzhen was skeptical: ...
Su Ruojin gave Mother Dong a look, and she immediately understood. She hurried forward to help the hostess lie down: "Madam, it's late, you should go to bed quickly." After she lay down, she straightened the corners of the quilt and tucked the quilt under her feet.
"Good night, mother."
Su Ruojin took Dong's mother's hand and they left the master bedroom together.
Cheng Yingzhen turned her head and watched them leave. She always felt that the present life was unreal. Because of the house, she had been dealing with Mrs. Xu for nearly two years. She knew what kind of person she was like better than anyone else. She was clearly a piece of tough meat. How could her six-year-old daughter get Mother Dong back from her?
She refused to believe it, but when Mother Dong and her daughter walked out of her sight hand in hand, she had to believe it. But... no matter whether it was her natal family, the Earl's Mansion, or her current eighth-rank husband, the Emperor was very far away from her. How could he take an old servant back?
Even when Su Yanli came back from his sons' room and got into bed, Cheng Yingzhen still didn't understand. "Sir, do you think what Ajin said is true?"
Su Yanli was a man and a doctor of the Imperial College. He understood what his wife didn't understand. "Your daughter is just using the wind to scare ghosts."
Cheng Yingzhen didn't understand anymore and looked at her husband, waiting for him to interpret.
Su Yanli smiled, put his arms around his wife and closed his eyes: "Your daughter is a smart one."
Cheng Yingzhen was completely embraced by her husband. Outside the window, the cold wind was howling, but inside the house, the man's embrace was as warm as spring. It was really reassuring! She felt sleepy, but she couldn't help but say, "Why are you a ghost on the left and a ghost on the right..."
No longer worried about their livelihood, Mother Dong is back, and the Su family's life is visibly getting better. Everyone is relaxed. Su Yanli patted his wife gently and said, "Go to sleep!"
With Mama Dong and a fixed stall, how can I just add a tea egg? Su Ruojin is going to come up with something new.
"Uncle Shutong, after you close the stall tomorrow morning, go buy two small steamers, but with more layers."
Shu Tong asked excitedly: "What are you steaming?"
These days, there are always customers asking if there are any new dishes. They say they are tired of fried dough sticks and soy milk and want to go to other stalls to buy breakfast.
“Xiao Long Bao and Shao Mai.”
I have never heard of these two books.
"Have you heard of Mantou?"
Shu Tong remembered what the Second Lady had done: "Shrunk steamed buns?"
"Almost... not much!" Su Ruojin was about to say something different, but suddenly realized that she was only six years old, so how could she know all this? She quickly changed her tone.
Shu Tong didn't notice the guilty look on the young master's face. He was thinking, "What's the difference?"
"Last time when I was making pig's trotter soup for my mother, the pig skin was all cooked up, so I put it on the windowsill. As a result, it was frozen the next day. When I was making steamed buns in the morning, I used part of it as stuffing and mixed it with lean meat. When it was steamed in the pot, I took a bite and it was full of soup. It was delicious."
In the afternoon, the warm winter sun shines on people and it feels very warm.
Cheng Yingzhen also came out to bask in the sun for a while. She heard her daughter and Shu Tong discussing adding new food to the breakfast stall. When she heard about the steamed buns with soup, she smiled and confirmed her daughter's statement, "Ajin is right. That day, I ate three in one go."
Su Ruojin smiled and thought, what’s the big deal about three? If I want to enjoy a full meal, I should at least eat one basket at a time.
Since the Madam and the Second Lady both said it was delicious, it must be delicious. Shu Tong asked again: "What is Shao Mai? Is it wheat that is burnt?"
Uh... Uncle Shutong's thinking is really intuitive. How can words be explained in this way? If everything is so superficial, there would be no complicated things in the world.
"During the Dragon Boat Festival, there was some glutinous rice left at home, but there was no zong leaves. I suddenly had an idea to wrap the glutinous rice in dough. However, zongzi is cooked in water, and the dough will become mushy if put in water. What if I steam it? I didn't expect that I could succeed."
Su Ruojin thought to herself, God, will I be punished for lying like this? In a place where no one is around, she kept praying to the sky. This is not harming people. This is spreading the food and letting more people eat it. This is a good deed. God will definitely not blame her.
Su Dalang seemed to be thinking: "Ah Jin, wasn't it more than two months ago, during the festival, when my mother said she was hungry, you found two handfuls of glutinous rice, boiled it, mixed it with soy sauce and seasoning, and made something that looked like a pomegranate?"
Su Ruojin smiled, "Yes, it was my brother who helped me light the fire."
"It clearly looks like a pomegranate, why do you call it shaomai?" Su Dalang expressed his confusion.
Uh... this... I'm going to die. Su Ruojin doesn't know why shaomai is called shaomai. She really can't make up any lie. What should she do?
Just as Su Ruojin was racking her brains to come up with a story, Shu Tong pouted in grievance, "Why didn't I get to eat it?"
Su Ruojin quickly changed the subject: "I'm sorry, Uncle Shutong, we only found two handfuls of glutinous rice and didn't make much, but we couldn't help but eat them all."
"Your Excellency didn't get to eat it either?"
"Hmm." She pecked at rice like a chick.
She glanced at Su Dalang secretly. A total of eight steamed dumplings were made that day. My mother ate three, Su Dalang and Su Ruojin each had two, and Su Sanlang was young and had difficulty digesting glutinous rice, so he only had one.
Originally, Su Dalang was only willing to eat one, saying that he would leave the other for his father, but he ended up "accidentally eating it."
Shu Tong said he didn't get any, and Su Dalang felt ashamed for being greedy.
The name of 'Shaomai' was finally changed, and Su Ruojin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that if she wants to come up with a new food in the future, she must first think carefully about how to say it!
Even adults have never tasted this delicacy, Shu Tong didn't feel sorry, "How about you teach us how to make it and make some for us to eat?"
"Of course."
There was delicious food and money to be made, so everyone was very enthusiastic. Even the three-year-old Su Sanlang helped to scoop the noodles.
Su Ruojin saw that her mother had been standing by the door for quite a while, so she quickly invited her into the bedroom. While everyone was rushing to the kitchen, she whispered, "Mom, these two dishes are still your recipes to the public. If anyone asks you about it, just say that you created them for the children, okay?"
Cheng Yingzhen nodded, "Mom understands."
First, she couldn't say that she brought it from her mother's family. Although the breakfast stall only made a few dozen taels of income, Cheng Yingzhen knew that the illegitimate sons of the Bo's Mansion didn't have a good life either. If they heard that the recipe was related to the Bo's Mansion, they might take it away from her. It definitely couldn't be related to her mother's family.
Second, she couldn’t say that it was her daughter who came up with the recipes. These were obviously things that only a chef could make. Her daughter was only six years old. People would think she was a monster, and would... Cheng Yingzhen didn’t dare to think further.
Why is it called shaomai?
Binghe doesn't know either! Covering his mouth and laughing, welcome to leave a message in the comment area!
Muah, I’m waiting for you!
(End of this chapter)
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