The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official Chapter 107

 Follow-up of Chapter 107 (two chapters combined into one, 4000 words)

　　I suddenly opened the lid of the pot, and inside the clay pot, the **** milk that was still in the form of soup half a quarter of an hour ago is now like solidified white tofu, white and smooth in color, with a faint fragrance of **** juice and milk.

 Wow, it actually worked! Only those who have done it understand how difficult it is to make the ginger-and-milk recipe that seems simple but is actually very difficult to control.

Su Ruojin quickly distributed it to everyone.

Su Sanlang was the first to call it delicious.

　　It is indeed delicious. No matter adults or children, they will eat it up in two or three mouthfuls.

 “Sister, I want more.”

Su Ruojin looked at the empty clay pot. Even the bottom had been wiped clean, so there was still something left.

Su Yanli stretched out his hand and gave the untouched glass to his youngest son, "Thank you, Dad!" Su Sanlang said polite words, but his little hands were as fast as lightning. He took it in an instant, and he couldn't wait to reach out with the spoon and dig it into his mouth. "Delicious...so delicious..."

 Everyone:…

Cheng Yingzhen knew that San'er must not have had enough of it, so she simply didn't move the spoon and handed it to San'er after he finished eating.

Su Sanlang also said politely: "Thank you, mother." But his actions were still rude.

Su Dalang: ...How about I also leave it to my brother?

Even if his parents are used to it, how can he let his nine-year-old brother get used to it? Su Ruojin helped Su Dalang scoop a mouthful and stuffed it into his mouth, "Some people are used to it at home, how can it be that others will be used to it in society in the future?"

How can it be promoted from the family level to society?

Don't say that Su Sanlang didn't eat enough, even Fan Yanjia did, but he was not the four-year-old Su Sanlang, so he had the nerve to speak again.

Zhao Lan glanced at Shuangrui, who understood and quietly stepped back, and disappeared in the Su family courtyard after a while.

 After the afternoon snack, we started preparing dinner again.

The two young masters had the habit of eating together at noon and at night. They thought it would be troublesome to cook the vegetables one by one, so they made hot pot in the evening. All they had to do was prepare the ingredients and put them in the pot when the time came.

Just before the hot pot was served, Shuangrui asked someone to bring a bucket of milk over.

How much **** is needed for this big bucket?

Shuangrui asked someone to bring up the old **** again, and it was still the kind of **** juice that had already been pounded.

Su Ruojin looked towards Zhao Lan, little prince, are you so fierce? If you like to eat, you can't be so lazy!

Su Yanli:…

Yesterday, we just talked about "a gentleman restrains himself and his desires" in class, but even the most intelligent and indifferent Prince Pingyang didn't listen?

 Zhao Lan acted indifferently, saying that you can eat what you want, whatever you think and say, but you will eat anyway.

Fan Yanjia's eyes brightened with joy, and she cupped her hands: "Ah Jin, after dinner, I'll help you make it together! This dessert is so delicious, I want to bring it to my dad to try."

Su Ruojin, who was about to refuse: ...they have already moved Mr. Fan out, what else can she do?

“In the afternoon, didn't you watch me do it all the time? It's so simple, you will definitely know it.” It means, take the milk away and make it yourself if you want.

Fan Yanjia is not stupid: "In the afternoon, even you weren't sure how to smash **** and milk into tofu, but I can do it at a glance?"

There is a saying that goes like this: you know it once you see it, but you lose it once you do it, you feel nauseated when you smell it, you collapse when you taste it, your whole day is in vain, and you shed tears just thinking about it. Unexpectedly, this young man Fan Yanjia is quite self-aware.

 Perhaps everyone is thinking about the next show, everyone is eating bigger than usual, and eating quickly and quickly, as if there is someone chasing behind their butts.

Su Ruojin: ...The charm of Jiang Bangnai is too great.

In the brightly lit kitchen, Su Ruojin was once again surrounded by everyone. Everyone watched intently as she pounded the incompatible **** and milk into tofu, and then put it into her mouth to enjoy the extremely smooth texture.

A large bucket was divided into three batches. Of course, the first batch was taken away by Prince Zhao Xiaojun who provided the ingredients. The second batch was taken back by Fan Yanjia for his family to taste. The last batch belonged to the Su family. It was rare to make it once, so Su Ruojin let it go. Mao Ya took the can to the shop and distributed it to everyone.

I gave some more to Yang Siniang, but Mrs. Yang was so shocked that she knocked on the door that night and asked Su Ruojin for the recipe, "Don't worry, I'll share it with you just like milk tea."

Su Ruojin: ...She really didn't want to make money from this!

Mrs. Yang became anxious when she saw that the young lady remained silent, "Then it will be 10% more than the milk tea."

“Madam, that's not what Ah Jin meant.”

 “That's...” Is this a private collection that is not open to the public?

Su Ruojin explained the reason: "Prince Zhao and Young Master Fan also like to eat, and the recipe was taken away by them. They may also give it to the family shop." Prince Zhao may not use it for business, but Mrs. Fan will definitely , so she had to agree with Mrs. Yang in advance.

"Oh..." Whether it is the Jin Prince's Mansion or the Vice Minister's Mansion, it is really not something that Mrs. Yang can control. She smiled in despair, "Okay, forget it."

Originally, I thought there was another unique dessert in Beijing, and I was about to bid farewell politely.

Su Ruojin said, "Madam, if you don't mind not being a sole proprietor, I can give you the recipe."

"I don't mind... Of course I don't mind..." The capital is so big, how can we finish the business? The frustrated Mrs. Yang became happy again, and talked a lot with the little lady. The summary is one sentence: I will definitely not lose money to the little lady. Lady.

Su Ruojin believed in Mrs. Yang's character and agreed with a smile.

Mrs. Yang went back in a hurry with the recipe for **** and milk. If it hadn't been at night, she would have been able to make it by now and sell it in the shop.

Huaping didn't eat the **** milk that Mao Ya brought to the shop. He was at Mr. Shen's place. Since the young master officially took over the affairs, their secret yamen has become busy from its idle state.

Tracking experts have been dispatched to find the traces of Lady Kong. After half a month of pursuit, news was finally sent back.

Mr. Shen read the note and said, "It has been confirmed that Lady Kong was indeed captured by the Liaoxia Kingdom. She will be transferred to the Baigongfang of the Liaoxia Kingdom and become a female slave in the textile mill. The Baigongfang is very tightly guarded. We People have no chance to get close, let alone save them.”

Huaping stared at the swinging oil lamp and listened silently.

 “The Li family of Liaoxia Kingdom was too ambitious.”

 If the Yin Dynasty does not take the initiative to crack down on these behaviors, the consequences will be disastrous.

Hua Ping raised his eyes and said, "Then don't wait any longer. Let's catch the tall man who is peeking at the fan first."

The tall man was not arrested mainly because of the list of Liao Xia secret agents named "Wulacao".

"Since the Li family of Liaoxia can recruit so many craftsmen, there are definitely more spies operating in the capital than that tall man. If we arrest him for interrogation, there may be unexpected gains."

 Huaping felt that he was almost rusty from idleness. Winter was coming and everything was dormant, but they were just the opposite. Snakes entered holes, and as long as they found the holes, it was the best time to catch them. Mr. Shen thought for a moment and said, "When the young master comes here, I will apply."

 “What do you need to wait for me?”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Cao Cao has arrived.

 Shen, Hua and others quickly stepped forward to salute.

Zhao Lan passed by and said, "One will listen to your recent progress, and the other will take the homework given to me by the teacher. You will only be here for half an hour, so hurry up."

 Several people in the room immediately entered working mode.

After finishing the official business, Zhao Lan asked Shuangrui to bring a jar of **** and milk, "Just do as Hua Sicha said, arrest the person first and send him to the special place where spies are detained in the Imperial City Department. I will ask Prince Wei to interrogate him."

Most of us know that the emperors of the Ming Dynasty had Jin Yiwei, and the Emperor of Dayin Dynasty similar to the Song Dynasty also had them, but they were not called Jin Yiwei, but the Imperial City Secretary. They were also dedicated to protecting the emperor and were directly responsible to the emperor. The King of Jin was an official uncle and led one of the inspectors. Something went wrong.

The Inspectorate, also called the Detective Department, is under the Imperial City Department. To put it bluntly, it is the counterintelligence department. Zhao Lan took over such a department. The Crown Prince Wei he mentioned was the son of Princess Yuyang who broke Cheng Baotai's leg.

It was finally possible to arrest people, and the Detective Department, which had been dead for a long time, finally came to life. Hua Sicha was Huaping. He was a police officer in the imperial court, and these police officers serving the emperor were not something that ordinary civilians could enter if they wanted to. They are mainly the descendants of meritorious soldiers, descendants of distant clan members of the royal family, or soldiers with special talents promoted from various walks of life.

Huaping belongs to the first type. His grandfather and father died in the border guards. He became an orphan and was adopted by the court. He became a member of the emperor's personal guard. After completing his studies, he was assigned to

 The detective department became the inspector.

The moon was dark and the wind was high. Deep in the West Bridge Lane, two men in black walked through the alley. They were as light as swallows. After a while, they arrived at a small courtyard that was more ordinary than ordinary. They climbed over the wall and entered. The gatekeeper Just as the dog was about to bark, a dart pierced its throat and it instantly paralyzed him.

A man in black was guarding the door, and another man in black quickly jumped into the room with a sword. Within a few breaths, the man inside groaned and lost his voice. The man in black guarding the door turned into the room, and joined forces with another man in black to kill the man. The person who put on the black bag picked it up and left here quietly again.

 When I returned to the palace, it was already late Si Shi (11 o'clock in the evening).

Princess Jin heard that the girl had come to report that her youngest son had finally come back. She wanted to get up to see her son, but Prince Jin held out her hand to stop him, "He is not a child anymore. He has his own things to do."

"What to do?" Princess Jin became furious when she heard this, "Get an official position that no one knows about?"

"This is your obligation as a descendant of the Zhao family." King Jin patiently said to his wife, "The eldest son is the crown prince, and the youngest son is the king of the county. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Princess Jin's eyes widened, "Their status is determined even though they are not born. Is there anything wrong?" It's really strange. Isn't it natural and natural for the descendants of the royal family to have the title of county king?

It really doesn't make sense to a woman. King Jin turned around, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

 Princess Jin: ...I wish I could kick the man out of bed.

In the end, Princess Jin did not nag her youngest son, but asked the stewardess next to her in a low voice, "How is Lan'er's complexion? Have you come back for supper?"

Mammy replied with a smile, "Back to Princess, the young master looked very good when he came back. I heard that he also brought desserts from Dr. Su's house, and someone has sent them to you, Princess, to bring them to you. Take a look?"

 Princess Jin is satisfied when her son eats well and sleeps well. She is not interested in bringing back food from the Su family, but she still reminds her, "This year's Chinese New Year, I want to give the Su family a decent gift."

 “Yes, Princess.”

As soon as Fan Yanjia got home, she couldn't wait to share the dessert she got from the Su family with her family. "Father, give this to my toothless grandmother. She will definitely be happy."

Fan Shilang, who had teeth, suddenly felt that the taste was not good, "You brat, you have teeth, why do you still eat so much? Hurry up and eat less. I will give it to your grandmother."

Fan Yanjia: "Has mother sent someone to a grandmother's home?" Fan Yanjia did not disturb the old lady's rest when she came back late.

Fan Shilang still thought his son ate too much, "Leave it for your nephew to eat tomorrow."

Fan Yanjia: "Have you asked your mother to send it to your eldest brother's yard?" He said, "I have something good and I'm thinking of everyone. Dad, please praise me!"

Not only did Fan Shilang not praise him, he also made excuses not to let his son eat it. "What knowledge did you ask at Dr. Su's house today?"

Fan Yanjia: ...He finally realized it. Didn't dad want him to eat **** and drink milk?

He put down his small spoon angrily and said, "Dad, it's too late. If you want to take the exam for school knowledge, come here early tomorrow." After saying that, he bowed and left his father's study.

Fan Shilang looked at the mini clay pot on the table and then looked at the door. He was sure that the child had left. He suddenly bared his teeth and smiled. He quickly picked up the small clay pot happily, picked up a small white spoon and scooped it into his mouth. It's as smooth and tender as tofu and melts in your mouth. You sip your mouth and eat it in one bite. How did you come up with it? The collision of **** and milk can create such delicious tofu. It's incredible.

 Shilang Fan was very happy after eating.

Fan Yanjia, who was hiding at the door and peeking:... He knew his father would be like this. He rolled his eyes secretly. Come on, he didn't have enough fun. As he returned to the hospital, he thought, how about I also carry a large bucket of milk to Ah Jin to help me bump it? Or, should I try to hit it myself?

After eating in secret, Fan Shilang went back to the bedroom to sleep. His old wife was sitting in front of the dressing table taking off her hairpin. He was sitting by the bed washing his feet, humming a little tune, and was in a very good mood.

Mrs. Fan couldn't help but ask, "Did you get a reward from the government today? I'm so happy."

“The official's health has been good recently, and of course we ministers are happy.”

It is the best stage of the official journey. Of course, Master Fan does not want what the official family has.

Mrs. Fan frowned, "There has been a lot of trouble in the capital recently!" Several princes were fighting openly and secretly, which inevitably involved ministers with real power.

Master Fan stopped humming, became serious, and said to his old wife: "Remember, we are only loyal to the emperor."

 Mrs. Fan will listen to whatever Mr. Fan says. Her husband is the most important thing in this era. This is no joke. She nodded solemnly, "I understand."

Mr. Fan seemed to think of something, "Whether it's business or general affairs, as long as it involves relatives of the emperor and the country, you have to let it go. Do you understand?"

 Mrs. Fan nodded of course.

Although the old wife was capable, she kept following the direction he pointed, and did not mess around like some official wives. Master Fan was quite satisfied. He smiled and said, "As long as you understand, I can do it as an official." The success lasts forever.”

Mrs. Fan nodded again, "Don't worry, I know when I can benefit from it and when I can return the favor."

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Uncle Hua Ping's appetite seems to be getting better and better, but the soup made for him is not enough.

Su Ruojin felt that a can of soup was not too much, "Should we just drink soup and not eat staple food?"

Huaping felt a little guilty. He pointed at his face and asked, "Is there some meat?"

 She is really fat.

Su Ruojin stared at him thoughtfully.

 (End of this chapter)

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