Chapter 30 Seeing Blood
In addition to salt and sugar, Su Ruojin also added pepper powder, mixed it well, and put it in a small paper bag for Su Sanlang, "Hold it carefully, be careful of the heat."
Wow! Crunchy, salty and crispy, I couldn't stop eating one after another. After a while, the small bag was empty.
The little brat puffed up his chubby little mouth and smiled ingratiatingly, "Sister, I want more!"
Su Ruojin: ...
This naughty kid!
Regardless of him, Su Ruojin gave Su Dalang and Uncle Feng a pack each, "You can try it too."
Su Dalang originally wanted to act like an elder brother, but when he saw his youngest brother eating it with a crunchy taste and his mouth watering, he reached out and took it politely.
Feng Wangtian felt embarrassed and pushed his head back repeatedly, "How can a grown man like me eat the food of a young man?" He refused no matter what.
Su Ruojin smiled and said, "Uncle, can you help me taste it and see if it tastes good? Maybe I can ask Brother Dashi and Brother Ershi to sell it!"
Feng Wangtian was happy that his son had a share in the business again, and said, "Then I'll just try two." After saying that, he gave the bag to Su Sanlang.
Su Sanlang was so happy that he was afraid that his sister would snatch him away, so he quickly hid on the other side of his brother's cradle and kept eating, chattering like a cute little mouse.
Su Ruojin laughed, shook her head, and filled another bag for Uncle Feng.
How could fried food not be delicious when seasoned? It was so fresh and crispy that it made your tongue drop. Even an elderly Feng Wangtian couldn't resist and took the small bag of taro strips with a red face.
It’s not his fault that he lost control at his age, “It’s just that the food is so delicious.”
Su Ruojin smiled secretly and thought, this is the French fries that are popular in later generations. Who can resist this delicious food? The only problem is that taro has a higher starch content than potatoes. Eating too much will easily make your mouth dry. It is better to pair it with a beverage.
There was no need to rush to work, so Su Ruojin simply made tea with hawthorn jam and mixed a cup for everyone. They ate and drank happily, and worked more vigorously.
At noon, Su Yanli and his wife did not come back, so Su Ruojin made mutton noodle soup for everyone.
Early in the morning, Dong's mother kept the mutton soup warm in the pot, and rolled out the noodles and put them in the cupboard. Su Ruojin washed a handful of green vegetables, and when the soup was boiling, she put the noodles in and boiled them. She then added the washed green vegetables and some seasonings, and waited for the soup to boil again before serving it out.
The soup is rich and fragrant, the noodles are chewy, and the green vegetables are emerald green. It makes you hungry at first sight. Once you take a bite, the taste is delicious and warms the stomach. It is simply as delicious as a god. Feng Wangtian thought that just for this bowl of mutton noodles, he would be willing to work as a farmhand in the Su family for the rest of his life.
Su Ruojin didn't have time to care about what Uncle Feng thought. She was now taking care of Su Sanlang's meal. He was only three years old and couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily. He couldn't wait for the food to get hot or cold, so she had to pick up the food and blow on it before feeding it to the little kid.
At this moment, she was undoubtedly "Dehua", poor thing she was only six years old! Thinking about the fourth child to take care of, Su Ruojin couldn't help but shout in her heart, please ask her parents not to have another child, she didn't want to take care of a fifth child!
The Su family was eating mutton hot noodles with great enthusiasm, while the atmosphere in the room of Cheng Zhaolin, the second son of the Cheng family in Xuanbo Mansion, was as cold as an ice cave. His mother Cheng Yingzhen stood in front of the mistress with an empty stomach, waiting for lunch. She didn't know what dish was wrong, so Wan threw a bowl of hot soup over her, pouring all over Cheng Yingzhen. The soup bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces. Fortunately, she wore thick clothes in winter, otherwise she would have blisters on her body.
Cheng Yingzhen's father, Cheng Zhaolin, the second son of Xuanbo Mansion, was in his early fifties. He married a woman named Wan and had one son and two daughters. The children born to his concubines and mistresses were all daughters, which means that he only had one son in his life.
For the sake of their son, Cheng Zhaolin and his wife Wan "sold" all their concubines' daughters for a good price. They either married them to powerful old men as second wives or to wealthy businessmen. Anyway, every concubine's daughter contributed to the legitimate son, except Cheng Yingzhen who married a poor Jinshi. Therefore, every time Cheng Yingzhen came back, she would be bullied by Wan.
This year is no exception.
When Cheng Yingzhen's aunt saw her daughter being bullied by the mistress again, she hurried over to slap her daughter and said, "I told you to be careful in serving the stepmother, but why are you so flustered and can't do anything right?" While beating her, she pulled her daughter to a corner. She fawned over the mistress like a dog and said, "Madam, let me serve you."
Attack openly and protect secretly.
Assuming she's stupid, huh?
"Get out." Wan was merciless. She picked up the bowl in front of her and threw it at Ding.
This time, the daughter and son-in-law did not come back in a miserable state as in previous years. They came in harmonious company and brought gifts to pay their respects to Mrs. Wan. Normally, this was a good thing, but Mrs. Ding knew that Mrs. Wan hated concubines and maids the most in his life, and hated even more that these bitches who should not have been born lived in love and happiness. Since they were born, they were to be his son's slaves. How dare they bring back such a small thing? If they didn't know how powerful the mistress of the house was, how could she control her in the future?
Ding knew that Wan was determined to vent her anger, so she did not try to avoid it and forced Wan to smash her face until blood flowed, so that she could vent her anger.
"Aunt... Aunt..." Cheng Yingzhen felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife. She rushed forward and took out a handkerchief to stop her bleeding.
On the other side of the screen, at the man’s table, Su Yanli heard his wife’s miserable cry and couldn’t help but stand up and walk towards the women.
Cheng Zhaolin's legitimate son Cheng Baotai said sarcastically, "Who told you not to ask Minister Fan to transfer me to the Six Ministries? You still want my mother to treat you two well? You're dreaming."
Some time ago, when Cheng Yingzhen was about to give birth, Cheng Baotai sent a servant to ask him to ask Lord Fan to transfer him to the Sixth Ministry as a Yuwenlang.
Yuanwailang, deputy head of the six ministries, is a sixth-rank official, which is a position with real power. Letting an eighth-rank doctor of the Five Classics ask for a sixth-rank official position, is he crazy, or is Su Yanli crazy.
Su Yanli's heart was beating fast, but he suppressed his anger and said calmly, "Cheng Lezheng, Yuzhi is only an eighth-rank doctor of the Five Classics. I don't have the face to ask Minister Fan to mediate the sixth-rank official position."
"Didn't Minister Fan say that he likes you, a pretty boy?" Cheng Baotai didn't hear Su Yanli's sarcasm. Instead, he said something ambiguous and obscene: "It seems that you can only deceive the concubines of our baron's mansion with this face. What a pity." Before he finished his sigh, he turned around and smiled flatteringly at an older man, "Brother-in-law, his pretty boy is useless, but you are the deputy minister of the Ministry of War. You can always transfer me to the army!"
Le Zheng is the name of a musician who is affiliated with the Taiyue Bureau of Taichang Temple. He is responsible for directing the beating of drums or teaching music, composing dance rituals (choreography), etc. To put it bluntly, he is the equivalent of a foreman in a modern drama troupe, and he is not even from the ninth rank. This position is just for the children of dukes and ministers to get a reasonable salary and have fun.
The man who was flattered was almost the same age as Cheng Zhaolin. He married the eldest daughter of the Cheng family. To save face for his young wife, he bought either century-old ginseng or deer antler and tiger penis as New Year gifts, spending nearly a hundred taels of silver. Otherwise, how could he get a good look from his brother-in-law?
During the peaceful years, he, as a deputy minister of the Ministry of War, had little to gain, yet he wanted a sixth-rank official to give him another sixth-rank official. Was his brother-in-law out of his mind? Was he crazy about money and power?
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
