If becoming a doctor can make her rich, could she go and talk to Doctor Ruan about taking her on as an apprentice?
Ye Lingyu pinched Cheng Qingyan's arm: "You, stop teasing her. She's still young and doesn't understand these things."
Meng Chuying then realized that she had been tricked by Cheng Qingyan again, and her little mouth was so pouty that it could hold an oil bottle.
Ye Lingyu patted Meng Chuying's head: "Alright, alright, don't be angry, she was just teasing you."
"Brother Cheng is a big bad guy!"
Cheng Qingyan retorted, "How am I a big bad guy? A big bad guy buying you candied hawthorns? A big bad guy would be more likely to sell you off!"
Meng Chuying hid behind Ye Lingyu and made faces at her, completely unfazed.
Before the morning market closed, Cheng Qingyan bought some sheep fat to make sheep fat soap.
They also took the opportunity to go to the clothing store and bought two sets of winter clothes for Ye Lingyu and Meng Chuying.
She and Ye Lingyu each had a basket that was almost full, and Meng Chuying's small basket was also stuffed with a cotton coat.
At noon, Cheng Qingyan and her friends each ate a bowl of plain noodles in town.
Although it was just a bowl of plain noodles, Meng Chuying ate it with great pleasure, and in the end, she didn't even leave any soup.
There's also a psychological factor in buying things that you feel are always better than what you make at home.
In this day and age, for an ordinary family, taking their children to town to buy food and stroll around is considered a luxury.
Just like in ancient times, going out always costs money.
Cheng Qingyan bought Meng Chuying an outfit. The top was still being made, and the shopkeeper said it would be finished by the time they finished eating.
After finishing their meal, Cheng Qingyan and the others went to get their clothes and prepared to go back.
The money from selling vegetables today was all spent, including the deposit. The remaining four taels and eight mace were all handed over to Ye Lingyu for safekeeping.
Today was a very fruitful day; I bought pork, but even more lamb.
Lamb is about the same price as pork, and it keeps well in cold weather, so I bought more than I expected.
If it weren't for the heavy load, Cheng Qingyan would have liked to buy a sheep to eat.
It's so hard to live without meat.
She was overjoyed when we managed to buy half a sheep.
On the way back, she didn't care whether the oxcart was uncomfortable on her backside; all she could think about was how to ask Ye Lingyu to cook mutton for her.
I arrived home around 3 p.m. and when I returned the village chief's oxcart, I also gave him some vegetables as a thank you gift.
Upon returning from the village chief's house, while still in the courtyard, Cheng Qingyan began calling for Ye Lingyu.
"Wife, wife, has the food been cooked yet? I'm starving!"
Meng Chuying was secretly calling her a starving ghost, even though she had just eaten noodles at noon.
Ye Lingyu naturally knew that she wasn't hungry at all; she was clearly craving something.
She probably won't be able to sleep tonight if she doesn't eat all this meat today.
After tidying up, Ye Lingyu picked up a piece of lamb chop and asked, "How would you like it? Stewed or braised?"
"Both! Half stewed, half braised!" Cheng Qingyan's eyes lit up like a dog eyeing meat.
Ye Lingyu indulgently agreed and asked Cheng Qingyan to go to the field to pick some coriander.
While picking coriander, Cheng Qingyan remembered that adding carrots to mutton soup could effectively remove the mutton's gamey smell, so she dug up some carrots as well.
Seeing Cheng Qingyan washing carrots, Ye Lingyu quickly said, "We can't put carrots in the rice today, the rice is almost cooked."
"Adding carrots to braised mutton can remove the gamey smell. My wife, these are for the soup." Cheng Qingyan proudly waved the carrot in her hand, which was still wet with water droplets.
She can't cook, but she knows a lot. Ye Lingyu teased her, "Why don't you cook?"
Cheng Qingyan shook her head like a rattle drum: "No, no, I don't know how to cook. I just saw someone else cook it when I was eating mutton soup before."
"After washing it, take it over and cut it up."
"Yes, madam!"
Meng Chuying was tending the fire, and the kitchen was not only lively but also smelled wonderful.
The aroma of cooked mutton and the fragrance of rice are truly mouthwatering.
While stuffing firewood under the stove, he secretly despised himself.
I just said Cheng Qingyan was starving, and now my own stomach is betraying me, the hunger growing stronger with the smell of the food in the pot.
My mouth is watering uncontrollably, I can't wait to eat a piece right now!
The radishes, freshly pulled from the garden, were still covered in mud; radish and mutton soup.
The soup had been simmered until it turned milky white, and it was bubbling away in the pot, so fragrant that Cheng Qingyan wanted to stick her head into the pot.
Before even starting to braise the lamb chops, Cheng Qingyan realized that two pots at home were still too few! They should build four pots to make do!
The rice was cooked, so Ye Lingyu scooped it into a rice bowl and started stewing lamb chops in a large pot.
Not only Cheng Qingyan and Meng Chuying, Ye Lingyu was also hungry, but she hid it well.
Living under the same roof, Cheng Qingyan and Meng Chuying hadn't eaten meat for just as long as she hadn't.
She was good at hiding it, unlike Cheng Qingyan who was impatient, or Meng Chuying who, though she didn't say anything, was swallowing hard.
Unable to resist the aroma wafting from the kitchen, Cheng Qingyan ran out to the yard to cool off in the breeze.
After the lamb chops were cooked, she came running over, calling out, "Wife, wife, is it ready to eat? I'm starving!"
Ye Lingyu served her a bowl of rice and handed it to her, saying, "You can eat now. Come and sit down."
A steaming pot of mutton stew with radish, the white radish stewed until soft and tender, the lamb ribs stewed until they fall off the bone, sprinkled with chopped green onions and cilantro.
There was also a large plate of braised lamb chops, sprinkled with white sesame seeds, chopped green onions, and some other seasonings.
Next to the lamb chops, there were some chopped green onions and cilantro. Anyone who felt there wasn't enough cilantro and green onions in the dish could add more.
As our family's financial situation improved, we also prepared a few more sets of bowls and chopsticks.
Now each person gets a bowl of rice and a bowl of lamb rib soup. If they finish, they can get more; there's still a full bowl left.
Before the meal, Cheng Qingyan sat at the table and boasted, "I'll finish eating, I'll finish eating, I'll eat it all!"
After finishing half a bowl of rice and a bowl of mutton, my eating speed slowed down noticeably.
Meng Chuying has a small appetite, so before the meal, I wanted her to eat more vegetables, so I only served her half a bowl of rice.
After a bowl of mutton soup, I felt warm all over.
A stomach filled with delicious food dispels the chill in the air. The warmth flows like a gentle stream through the blood, carrying a comforting sensation that permeates every part of the body.
It dispelled not only the warmth, but also the bumps and fatigue of a whole day.
The reward for Ye Lingyu's cooking skills was a pile of leftover bone scraps and a clean rice bowl.
Cheng Qingyan rubbed his stomach, looked at the bones on the table, and felt a little regretful: "Wife, how about we get a dog? We can feed it the bones, and it can also guard the house."
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