Chapter 252: Longevity Dumpling Soup
"Daihua and Wenxiu wrote back?"
When they heard the housekeeper's report, both Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Li were surprised.
Old Madam Yan said anxiously, "Where's the letter? Hurry up and bring it over!"
Steward Sun immediately handed over Daohua's letter of safety: "The letters from the First, Third, and Fourth Masters are with the master. The master said that he would bring them back personally when he leaves the yamen."
Mrs. Li took the letter and asked, "Have Wenxiu, Wenkai, and Wentao all written back?"
Butler Sun nodded quickly: "Yes."
Mrs. Li gave the letter to the old lady and asked her to read it first. Then she clasped her hands together and said, "Thank God, you can write back. I think everything is fine."
On the other side, Old Lady Yan had finished reading the letter. Upon learning that the four Daohua siblings were all doing well in Xingyun Mansion, her heart finally relaxed. She kept muttering, "Amitabha, I must fast this month. Thank the Bodhisattva for blessing the descendants of the Yan family."
Madam Li quickly said, "Mother, my daughter-in-law also wants to eat vegetarian food together."
The old lady handed the letter to Madam Li and said, "Go and tell your third brother and his wife. I'm afraid they haven't been eating or sleeping well these days."
Madam Li nodded and said, "Mother, I'll send someone to tell them right away."
Front yamen.
Yan Zhigao took the letter from Yan Wenxiu and the other two and read it over and over again, with an expression of disbelief on his face.
In the letter, Yan Wenxiu and the other two wrote in detail about the situation in Ji Guang, and also mentioned the prescription for treating the plague that Daohua had provided.
The plague in Xingyun Prefecture has been brought under control, and it was cured using the prescription given by the eldest daughter!
At this moment, Yan Zhigao felt like a pie had fallen from the sky and made him dizzy.
His eldest daughter liked to read medical books. He had heard his mother and third brother mention this a few times, but he never took it seriously. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, it would bring such a great contribution to the Yan family.
Yan Zhigao read the letters again, reading each one carefully. After confirming that it was true, he let out a long sigh.
Just when the Yan family received the letter from Daohua brothers and sisters, the memorial from Xingyun Mansion was also sent to the capital.
The imperial palace.
The emperor looked at the memorial submitted by the old doctor Xu and learned that a prescription for curing the plague had been found and that the plague in Xingyun Prefecture had been brought under control. He immediately said "good" three times in a row.
Below, several ministers also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
During this period, because Ji Guang was hit by floods and plagues, the emperor was often angry, reprimanding this one today and punishing that one tomorrow, making them tremble with fear every time they went to court.
Now that the plague is under control, it is truly cause for celebration!
"Yan Zhigao"
Looking at the person mentioned in the memorial, the emperor narrowed his eyes and said, "This name seems familiar!"
The Minister of Personnel quickly stepped forward and replied, "Your Majesty, Yan Zhigao is the Xingzhou prefect who previously developed a high-yield grain variety."
The emperor nodded with a look of sudden realization. "I remember now. It's this person. By the way, have the grain production reports for Fenxi been submitted this year?"
The Minister of Revenue replied, "It has been reported. The yield per mu of land where the new grain was planted has increased by almost one dan."
"good!"
The emperor shouted loudly, stood up, walked back and forth several times, and then said, "Since the yield is really high, we should promote the new grain as soon as possible. Oh, and give priority to the disaster-stricken provinces in the north."
Having said that, he paused.
"This Yan Zhigao is a lucky general. He deserves to be rewarded."
Xingyun Mansion, Xingyuan.
After half a month of treatment, Xiao Yeyang has almost recovered, and Yan Wenkai can run and jump. Only Dong Yuanxuan is still a little weak and needs to rest for a while.
One night, Daohua had just finished her work when Xiao Yeyang pulled her into the kitchen.
"Give!"
Looking at the steaming dumpling soup on the table, Daohua was stunned and looked at Xiao Yeyang blankly.
Seeing Daohua's confused look, Xiao Yeyang had to remind her, "Today is the first day of August. Have you forgotten what day it is?"
Daohua's eyes lit up: "Today is my birthday!" As she spoke, she looked down at the dumpling soup on the table, then looked up at Xiao Yeyang, who looked a little unnatural. An idea suddenly flashed in her mind, and she tentatively asked: "Is this the longevity noodles you made for me?"
Xiao Yeyang nodded with a straight face, and said awkwardly, "I just got bored and got interested. It's my first time, so I didn't do it very well."
After hearing this, Defu couldn't help but look up at the sky again.
For the bowl of dumpling soup on the table, the master stayed in the kitchen all afternoon and had quite a lot of free time.
Daohua's mouth twitched: "Xiao Yeyang, I think you may not have a clear understanding of yourself. You should be more confident. What you did is not bad, but very bad."
As he said that, he sat down at the table.
After hearing Daohua's words, Xiao Yeyang originally thought that Daohua disliked his cooking skills, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, this guy actually picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Xiao Yeyang's heart tightened, and he quickly asked, "Is it delicious? Oh, no, can I eat it?"
After taking a bite of the rice flower, he was silent for a moment, swallowed the lump in his mouth, and then looked at Xiao Yeyang dimly: "Xiao Yeyang, since you are not sure whether this lump is edible, why did you give it to me?"
Xiao Yeyang: "I think we should eat longevity noodles for our birthdays."
Daohua looked at the dumpling soup in the bowl, which looked nothing like noodles. "Is this longevity noodle edible?"
Xiao Yeyang's face froze, and he looked at the noodles in the bowl: "To make sure it's edible, I cooked it for a long time. I think it should be edible."
Daohua looked at the sticky noodle soup and sighed, "You've almost cooked it into a paste. It's definitely edible." At least it's definitely cooked.
Seeing Daohua buried her head in her food again, Xiao Yeyang felt embarrassed: "How about you stop eating?"
Daohua shook her head: "Why not? You made this, and it's your first time making it. I have to do you the honor of eating it."
Seeing that Xiao Yeyang was a little embarrassed, he smiled again.
"Actually, the taste isn't as bad as I imagined. I guess you mistook sugar for salt. Dumpling soup should be salty, but you made it sweet."
"But I'm not picky, so I'll just have it sweet. Just treat it as a change of taste."
Seeing Daohua eating happily and not giving him any perfunctory response, Xiao Yeyang's mouth corners slowly rose, and he felt that all his busyness this afternoon had become meaningful.
"Take your time to eat. Don't be impatient. If you think it tastes good, I'll make it for you right away. The fire is still on."
"Ahem~"
Daohua accidentally choked and started coughing.
Seeing this, Xiao Yeyang quickly stood up, walked to Daohua and patted her on the back.
After coughing for a while, Daohua felt much better and quickly said to Xiao Yeyang, "No need, I'm full after eating this bowl."
Sweet dumpling soup. Although it is edible, it will make you sick if you eat too much!
Xiao Yeyang looked at the rice flowers and was silent for a while: "Okay, this time, it's true that my hands are a little rusty, I'll be fine next year."
Rice flower suddenly got an idea.
Will you come again next year?
Oh my God, please spare me!
(End of this chapter)
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