That morning, the second steward of the villa delivered another basket of lotus pods.
After peeling the lotus seeds one by one, Aunt Xia taught them how to make a fragrant candy called "Frosted Jade Peaks".
Place the peeled lotus seeds on a plate, coat them with a suitable amount of starch, and then lightly fry them in oil.
Next, put honey and water in a pot and boil them until dissolved. Then, put the lightly fried lotus seeds into the sugar syrup and coat them evenly with the syrup.
After cooking, sprinkle with a layer of powdered sugar. The plump, sweet, crisp, and fragrant sugar frosting jade bean is now ready.
It can be eaten right out of the pot, or stored in a small jar for a long time.
Aunt Xia gave some of the food to them and put it in a small jar so they could have it as a snack on their way back.
Wang Yan, Fu Ling, and Xiao Deng each held a small bowl and ate the lotus seeds one by one. After finishing, they had a cup of lotus-scented tea.
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In the capital, Yang Liu returned from work and bought a bag of candied fruit. It was the season when lotus seeds were in season, so she packed a bag of freshly made sugar-coated candied fruit to take back to her mother.
As soon as I stepped into Willow Lane, I saw my father sitting on a stool in front of the door, leaning against it and enjoying the breeze.
When Uncle Yang saw his son return, he greeted him cheerfully, "Son, you're off work early today. What did you bring?"
Yang Liu ignored him and went straight into the house with the candied fruit in her arms.
Uncle Yang was annoyed when he saw this. "Why are you looking at your own father with such a long face! Didn't your sister not go in as a concubine?"
Besides, who am I doing this for? Isn't it so that you can have a better life in the future?
"What a heartless brat! Have you been blinded by your mother's nonsense and listened to that bitch?"
Hearing him mention his mother, Yang Liu became furious, turned around, and retorted with a string of insults.
"Pah! You spineless coward! You sold your own children for gambling money! And you still have the nerve to say it's for me! Aren't you afraid a lightning bolt will strike you to pieces!"
My sister and I lived a good life because our mother earned money selling flowers by the Wei River and working as a waitress in a teahouse, which allowed her to raise us well.
It's not like you, the rotten brat who only knows how to eat when he gets home and then goes out to gamble!
"Aren't you afraid that after you die, your ancestors will boil you in oil? You rotten person!"
Uncle Yang was so angry that he was panting heavily. Ever since Yang Liu found out about his plan to sell the bayberries, he had been furious.
This son has never said a kind word to him. He either ignores people or curses them out. Although he didn't like him before, he would at least address him normally!
Uncle Yang was so angry that he was about to burst into tears, wanting to let the neighbors see his unfilial son!
Yang Liu sneered and turned back, not caring at all.
The neighbors saw him making a fool of himself, but instead of scolding Yang Liu, they teased and mocked him!
We've lived in this neighborhood for decades, who doesn't know who?
Finally, Uncle Yang had no choice but to go back by himself, leaning on his cane!
Inside the house, Yang Liu had also prepared porridge for dinner, but not for her uncle.
But Uncle Yang didn't care at all. He sat down at the table, grabbed the flatbread he had bought, and started eating it heartily! He even leaned over and ladled himself a bowl of millet porridge.
After slurping down his drink, he grabbed a handful of sugar-coated jade cups, shuffled around in his shoes, and went back to his room to lie down.
Yang Liu only went to the vegetable garden to pick a few vegetables, and when she came back, she found that half of the porridge in the earthenware pot was gone.
She frowned angrily and glared at the house, but she couldn't go in and beat up Uncle Yang. So she could only helplessly cook some more porridge and stir-fry a dish.
When Jiang Lanling returned home, she heard from her neighbors that he was crying at the door, ruining her son's reputation. She just casually echoed the neighbors and cursed him a couple of times.
He sneered inwardly, a cold glint in his eyes. Let's see how long he can be so smug.
When they got home and saw their son, Yang Liu was told not to get angry with such a scoundrel. "Sit down and eat. Don't argue with him at the door anymore! If word gets out, and there really is someone with a brain problem, they'll scold you for being impolite."
Once you two have made all the arrangements, I'll try to get a divorce from him.
Your aunt can't amount to anything in the Marquis's mansion now. Neither the main wife nor the old lady of their family likes her. I noticed that last time.
So hold on for a while longer, and don't argue with him easily!
Yang Liu's eyes lit up when she heard this. Jiang Lanling buried her head in her porridge, trying to avoid arguing with her son during this time so as to avoid future regrets.
She had heard that even Aunt Yang had been exiled to the countryside.
Having raised Gu Ting, and with her son already so grown up, she can still dispose of him. What does Uncle Yang want in return?
If he knew what was good for him, that would be fine, but unfortunately, she knew Uncle Yang's temperament perfectly well. Knowing what was good for him? That was impossible!
Let's wait and see! She also needs to make plans early to avoid implicating herself and her children.
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