Chapter 178 Reward
Wang Yan not only sent doctors and medicines, but also gave her Xiaota.
Gifts should indeed be reciprocated and should not just be prepared randomly.
Mrs. Zhang said: "I was thinking that since the two adults can't go home, it would be better to send some snacks made at home, but I'm afraid it would be too simple."
"Our family is not like those big families who also make good wine privately. There are some fruit wines in autumn, which are tasted by the clan members casually, and are far inferior to the official wine."
Xie Yuyan thought carefully: "I think I bought candied fruits at home."
"Yes," Ms. Zhang said with a smile, "I am very well prepared this year."
"Mom, bring the green plums and see if there are any perillas," Xie Yuyan said, "Why don't you make steamed pork ribs with plums and perillas, and have a jar of xiangxiang yuan."
Zhang has never heard of such a way of eating, and besides...
"What is Xiangqiyuan?"
Xie Yuyan forgot, and may not have heard of this name now.
"It means washing small kumquats and boiling them with sugar, but not for too long. The skin should be soft but still crisp. When you bite it, your mouth will be full of fragrance."
"I also asked someone to bring a set of pots prepared in advance, cut some fresh meat and vegetables and send them together. These are not available outside, and they are considered our wishes."
"Let Yang Jiang and Brother Qin take Xiaoshan for a run later."
Zhang was relieved. She had been thinking about it for so long, and Xie Yuyan solved it in just a few words.
"I'm going to find the preserves now, but you have to watch from the sidelines as to how to do it."
Xie Yuyan nodded. She didn't know how to do it, but she had heard the cook tell her how to make it. She just retells it as it is. Whether it tastes good or not and whether it suits He Tan and Wang Yan's taste is beyond her control.
Seeing Mrs. Zhang preparing everything, Xie Yuyan also missed the taste of this dish.
"Mom, why not make more and let everyone have a try."
Mrs. Zhang happily agreed. Normally she couldn't help with anything, but now that the family was gathering together to celebrate Zhengdan, she finally had the opportunity to lend a hand.
"Whatever else you want to eat, mother will cook it for you."
Maybe it was because he had recovered from his illness that he had an appetite, and Xie Yuyan really had something he wanted to eat.
Xie Yuyan said: "Pantu paste."
Mrs. Zhang only felt that the names of these dishes were very... strange.
"How is that done?"
"As long as there is rabbit meat, noodles, and radishes."
Xie Yuyan knew all these dishes, but how to make them into a dish, she had no tricks but no skills.
Xie Yuyan said: "I can help my mother make noodles later."
When Yang Qin came back from Mr. Tong, he smelled a fragrance in the yard. He followed the smell to find the kitchen, and heard Xie Yuyan's voice before he entered the door.
"Mom, hurry up, hurry up..."
Zhang said: "Don't worry, it can still be used."
Yang Qin immediately opened the curtain and saw his mother and sister-in-law standing in front of the pot. Her mother was eager to fish out a lump of something from the pot.
"This is this?" Yang Qin had never seen it before.
And next to these things, there are a few similar things, but they are more charred.
Mrs. Zhang said: "This is the noodles made by your sister-in-law."
After saying this, Xie Yuyan and Mrs. Zhang looked at each other and couldn't help laughing anymore.
Mrs. Zhang laughed until tears flowed down her face.
Xie Yuyan started to do it with great interest, but the results were worse every time.
No, it's not all black this time, it looks... still usable.
Xie Yuyan even felt very good. At this moment, she forgot what the pantu paste she saw at the palace banquet looked like.
"Can it be used?" Xie Yuyan looked at Zhang seriously.
Mrs. Zhang thought for a long time and nodded: "Use it!" Compared with Xie Yuyan making other things, this ball of noodles is only used as a base and will not be eaten. Otherwise, after working for so long and throwing everything away, Xie Yuyan would inevitably be disappointed.
As for Mr. Wang... Mrs. Zhang is also reasonable. With so many delicious things, Mr. Wang will not be tempted to try these noodles.
Xie Yuyan looked at Yang Qin: "We will be ready in a moment. You and Brother Jiang will go to the inspection office together and hand these meals to Inspector He or Chief Wang."
Yang Qin loves to do this, especially after hearing that Master Wang is from the Wang family.
The last time the Chief Wang came to his home with the imperial doctor, he had secretly stared at it, only thinking that the Chief Wang looked unusual. But at that time, his sister-in-law was ill, and he had no intention of talking to Master Wang. This time, he at least wanted to thank Master Wang.
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When it was getting dark, He Tan finally returned to the second hall.
After being busy all day, he almost forgot that today was Zhengdan.
Looking at Wang Yan who was still writing official documents, He Tan said: "What did you do when you left Daming Mansion the day before yesterday?"
Wang Yan did not raise his head: "Go to the other courtyard to get some things."
He Tan knew that the Wang family had a yard in Xingzhou, and it turned out that Wang Yan had gone there: "Why are you so anxious?"
Wang Yan said calmly: "What an insignificant little thing."
How strange that Wang Hechun would leave for Xingzhou on his own because of a small thing? If you come back so soon, I'm afraid you won't even stop in Xingzhou.
"Where are the things?" He Tan walked over.
Wang Yan said: "Give it away."
This is even stranger.
"He Chun," He Tan said, "You are wrong...who did you give it to? Is this a New Year's gift for someone?"
"It's not a New Year's gift, it's just..."
Seeing that He Tan was getting closer and closer, Wang Yan stopped talking, and then saw the deep curiosity in He Tan's eyes. He could not continue to say these words, otherwise it would never end.
Even if he admits that he gave it to Mrs. Xie, He Tan's next question will change from who he gave it to to why he gave it to her?
Wang Yan refused to continue talking, but He Tan refused to let it go easily. Just as he was thinking about how to get the truth out, his stomach rumbled.
The two brothers' eyes met. He Tan reached out and patted Wang Yan on the shoulder: "If this were at home, it might be more lively." He looked nostalgic for the past.
Wang Yan didn't care: "It's better not to be in the clan, it saves a lot of trouble."
He Tan knew that what Wang Yan hated most was the routine in the clan. Every time he returned to the Wang family, he would either worship his ancestors in the ancestral hall or be dragged into doing various things. In short, there were endless rules and etiquette.
"Let's go," He Tan said, "let's go to another courtyard and let the cook cook some food. Even though we are not at home, I can't let you go hungry for the first time."
Wang Yan put down the official document in his hand, stood up and was about to leave with He Tan, but at this moment Chen Ju walked in.
"Two adults," Chen Ju said, "two young brothers from the Yang family are here and have brought food to the adults."
He Tan was startled. He didn't expect that the Yang family would have such thoughts. It was really rare. He looked at Wang Yan: "It seems that someone knows that we have nowhere to go."
As he said this, he looked at Chen Ju and said, "Invite people in."
After a while, Yang Qin and Yang Jiang walked in the door.
Two people were holding food boxes, and behind them was a boy carrying a strange pot.
He Tan's eyes were attracted by the pot: "What is this?"
Before Yang Qin could speak, Wang Yan said: "Pull the clouds to offer."
The name came from the market on Yuyingqian Street, where people from Yong'anfang sold it, but the pot was much larger than this one.
He Tan said: "Why is it called this name?"
"When it boils, the soup in the pot will roll up, and the smoke will look like clouds, hence the name." Wang Yan knew the origin of the name, but he also guessed that it was not from Yong'anfang. But Xie Yuyan.
Yang Qin nodded proudly: "There are a few more dishes with nice names. They are all made by my sister-in-law."
Wang Yan watched Yang Qin open the food box. If he hadn't sent it to the wooden tower last night, there might not have been these meals, so he couldn't wait for her to think of this first.
Yang Qin took out the dishes one by one.
When he finally talked about "pantu paste", Wang Yan's eyes fell on the pile of things at the bottom, and for some reason, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.