The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official Chapter 257

Chapter 257 257 Crock Pot Rice Hug

From the words, Su Ruojin felt Zhao Lan's relaxation. Unlike the late emperor, who was either under a lot of pressure or had nothing to do, there was no longer the unpredictable feeling of changing orders day by day.

"How is your Majesty?" She couldn't help but asked.

Unexpectedly, the little girl was so bold and straightforward. Zhao Lan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I remember you once commented on the teacher, and that sentence was very good."

Well?

"Emotionally stable?"

Zhao Lan nodded.

Yes, the head of the family has a gentle personality and stable emotions, which not only nourishes his wife, but also makes the children confident and sunny. Su Ruojin has always felt that she was lucky to be Su Yanli's daughter and lived a plain and happy life.

"Then...the Holy One is really as good as he showed before..." Mediocre?

Zhao Lan shook his head, "Although His Majesty has not been on the throne for a long time and has not seen any big actions since he sat on the Dragon Throne, he has unknowingly smoothed the chaotic palace and the turbulent court situation."

Sure enough, those who survive to the end are by no means mediocre.

There is something Su Ruojin has always forgotten to ask, "Brother Jin, when the Holy Emperor was still King Yan, he was guarding the mausoleum behind me on the opposite side of the Western Mountain. Logically speaking, there should be no soldiers, right?"

Zhao Lan glanced at Xishan, "With your reminder, I have been tracking down the person named Yang and have been sending people to follow him. I learned that when he killed the late emperor, the clan originally wanted the capable King Wei to take over, but King Wei was killed. , the clan's military talisman had to be passed on to the Holy Master, King Yan.”

At that time, no matter the courtiers or the clan members, they never expected that the mediocre King Yan not only blocked the invasion of the Liaoxia people, but also beat the Liaoxia people into submission. At that time, they were all ready to make the eldest son of the former crown prince the new emperor. Unexpectedly, King Yan turned the tide and defended Dayin's foundation.

Su Ruojin asked again, "I heard that the Holy Father is very tolerant to the late emperor's maternal family, the Lu family?"

"Yeah." Zhao Lan joked with a smile, "Ajin doesn't farm here, why does he know everything about Beijing?"

"It's only been a few months since I came back from the capital." Su Ruojin rolled her eyes at him, "I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to raise pepper seedlings."

The Ning brothers and sisters were almost out of sight on horseback. Zhao Lan stopped her from planting vegetables and stretched out her hand to grab him. With a whistle, a tall brown-red horse galloped towards her. He picked up the little lady with both hands and put her on the horse, and then he followed. He got on the horse, pulled up the reins and ran.

A pair of young people galloped under the blue sky and white clouds. The sun was shining, their sleeves were puffed up, and they were galloping into the wind. They were so happy that they made the little lady scream repeatedly, and her laughter floated across the mountains and fields.

Hua Ping and Ye Huaizhen also hurriedly mounted their horses to catch up with their little master.

Mao Ya and Hua Ping were very good at learning skills, but they were not as good as riding horses. How could their speed be compared with the professional soldiers trained by the Forbidden Army? They were far behind, and they were so anxious that they were sweating all over.

On the top of the West Mountain, the Ning family brothers and sisters have climbed up a long time ago. Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the opposite side or into the distance, the sky is vast and the earth is vast, which makes people feel proud.

At the foot of the West Mountain, Zhao Lan and Su Ruojin dismounted from their horses, and their attendants took over the horses. They were preparing to climb the mountain. At the other end of the trail, several horses rushed over. Shuangrui, Santai and others quickly stepped forward.

"It's me...it's me..."

It was actually Fan Yanjia and the boy.

Shuangrui Santai stepped aside slightly.

In the blink of an eye, Fan Yanjia jumped off his horse, panting, "Little Prince, you can't take me with you when you go out to play in the capital, otherwise I will chase you."

Seeing him running out of breath, Zhao Lan looked disgusted, "See you are out of breath?"

Fan Yanjia blushed and said, "I am a scholar." He failed the Enyin test and was tested based on his strength. He said this with confidence.

Zhao Lan: ...It seems that if he doesn't take the exam, he will be a martial artist.

Seeing Zhao Lan frowning, Su Ruojin suppressed a smile and said, "Brother Yan Jia, we have to climb the Western Mountain. Do you still have the strength?"

"Yes... of course." The young man had plenty of strength, so Fan Yanjia patted his heart and refused to admit defeat.

The three of them climbed the mountain together.

Less than half an hour later, we reached the top of the mountain.

Ning Qilang folded his arms and waited at the top of the mountain, "I thought you wouldn't come up. Hey, Young Master Fan, why are you here?"

Fan Yanjia was out of breath while climbing, "I...I...can't come?" He finally finished the sentence.

A grown man was out of breath after climbing a mountain. Ning Baniang teased, "I am a weak little lady who has better physical strength than you."

Fan Yanjia's face turned red after being ridiculed by a young lady, "It's been almost half a day since I rode all the way here in the morning, and now I'm climbing a mountain. Even an Iron Man can't withstand such a torment!"

"I also ride horses and then climb mountains!"

"I..." Fan Yanjia said angrily, "I won't tell you anymore." After saying that, he took the boy's water bag and Gugu drank half of it.

She obviously looked very gentle, but why was she like her brother, drinking water like a bandit? Ning Baniang rolled her eyes, and couldn't help but move her eyes to Prince Zhao, who was like an immortal. She looked at him as gentle and elegant. , like the bright moon and the clear breeze, it is pleasing to the eye, but why was Su Erniang the first to step on it!

He glared at her dissatisfiedly.

Su Ruojin was stared at: ...What does the quarrel between you two have to do with me? Why did the fire get on her body?

Zhao Lan and Ning Qilang stood in the wind and looked at the imperial mausoleum opposite. Three months ago, the Holy Master was guarding the mausoleum here. Three months later, he was already the emperor of the Dayin Dynasty.

In February, the branches on the mountain are bare, which is really nothing to see.

When they saw it was almost noon, Su Ruojin reminded them to go down the mountain.

Fan Yanjia couldn't walk, so he sat on the stone, "Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a picnic on the top of the mountain at noon?"

"It's so wild, do you want to eat a lot of wind?" Ning Baniang disagreed. When she first climbed up, the wind was blowing just right, but it was still quite cold after standing for a long time.

Su Ruojin didn't want to eat on the top of the mountain. Besides, even if she had a picnic on the top of the mountain, she didn't bring anything with her. What could she eat? Could it be that she drank the northwest wind?

Zhao Lan and Ning Qilang also felt that the mountain was cold, so they went back to eat.

Fan Yanjia was the only one, so he had to follow everyone down the mountain.

Zhao Lan and Ning Qilang were walking and chatting, with Su Ruojin following behind. Ning Baniang was originally lined up with her, but somehow she and Fan Yanjia ended up in the same row.

I wonder if the two people didn't get along. On the way down the mountain, they fought. Not only that, Ning Baniang accidentally twisted her foot when she was angry. The blame was also placed on Fan Yanjia, causing him to have to support him. When Ning Baniang came down the mountain, he had no strength to begin with, and he had to be enslaved. The atmosphere was understandable, and he almost started a fight.

Zhao Lan and Ning Qilang walking in front:...

Wanting to help Su Ruojin who was left behind:...

At the foot of the mountain, Fan Yanjia got rid of the shrewd general's daughter. His face was red with anger. He hadn't exercised for a whole month. He suddenly climbed a mountain on horseback. His calves were shaking with pain, and he finally climbed onto the horse.

Ning Ning made fun of him again, "Brother Qi, look at him, he has to be helped by a servant even when he gets on the horse. Isn't it embarrassing?"

Shameful Fan Yanjia: ...I didn't read the almanac when I went out today. Why did I meet such a fierce little lady? I used to think that Su Erniang had a bad temper, but now I see that Su Erniang shouldn't be too gentle.

Su Ruojin: ...Is this how I am judged by comparison?

Back at the cabin, Su Ruojin was not in the mood to cook anything, so Su Ruojin directly made a crock pot rice.

In the north, there are not many opportunities to eat rice. Su Ruojin was from the south in his previous life, and Su Yanli was also from Pingjiang Prefecture in the south, so the Su family has more opportunities to eat rice than the average person in Bianjing.

Soak and wash the rice first, then spread it in a casserole; add water and a spoonful of cooking oil, stir evenly, then cover the casserole and put it on the stove. After boiling over high heat, reduce to low heat and simmer.

During the rice simmering process, prepare the sausage, shredded ginger, etc., and then blanch the chicken feathers; take a small bowl, mix the onion, ginger, garlic, soy sauce, etc. into a sauce and set aside.

When the rice is simmered until the water on the surface is basically dry, open the lid of the pot. If you are afraid of burning the pot, you can drizzle a circle of oil along the edge of the pot. If you don't drizzle oil, there is no problem. Depending on the situation, add shredded ginger. Place the sausage on top and simmer for a while.

Then open the lid and put on dried radish and other small side dishes, then find a place to beat an egg, cover the lid, and continue to simmer over low heat until the egg is about eight or nine times mature.

Open the lid again, spread the vegetables on top, pour in the sauce, cover and simmer for half a minute, and you're done and ready to eat.

Finally, when the lid is opened, the sweet aroma of rice, the salty aroma of sausages, and the salty-sweet aroma flow through the cabin, making people salivate.

Even the lady Ning Ning couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Ah Jin, your cooking skills are so good. The aroma is so delicious. No wonder Brother Jin insists on marrying you. With this aroma, if I were a man I do too."

Fan Yanjia sneered, "It's a pity that you are not a man."

"You..." That's what people said. Why is this person so serious? Ning Ning was so angry that if her brother and Prince Zhao weren't nearby, she would have turned away in anger, "Just wait for me." Find a time when no one is around and take revenge.

Fan Yanjia said, "I will say this, let's see what you can do to me."

Zhao Lan didn't seem to notice the bickering between the two. He stuck to Su Ruojin's side, bent down to look at the earthen pot of rice on the stove, and smiled gently, "Ajin, this is just like a picnic, it's quite interesting."

As long as Ah Jin wants to do it, it will be different every time. Zhao Lan thought to himself that Ning Baniang was right. He will be blessed in the rest of his life. Thinking about it makes him happy.

Su Ruojin saw the fragrance coming out completely and said with a smile: "Okay."

Mao Ya and Chun Xiao brought wet rags and put several small earthen jars on the small round table one by one.

It smells so good.

Fan Yanjia picked up a piece of sausage and chewed it, "Ajin, the sausage you made is still delicious."

Of course, before there were chili peppers, the sausages she made always had less flavor. Now that there are chili peppers, even if there is no spicy taste, adding some chili peppers can remove the fishy smell of the pork, and the sausages will of course be more fragrant.

Even a small earthenware pot was not enough for Fan Yanjiaxuan. He held the small earthenware pot and said, "Ah Jin, how about making this tonight?" Su Ruojin said deliberately, "Ah, I want to cook dumplings tonight, brother Yan Jia, don't you want to eat them?" ?”

Dumplings were called Bianshi in the Dayin Dynasty. They were mainly boiled, and the fillings were relatively simple—mostly sauerkraut.

I planted several acres of leeks last fall, but it was only mid-February and they haven't grown yet, so I can only wrap them with water spinach, meat, fragrant rhubarb, etc. Otherwise, I can wrap them with an extra filling.

Tonight, she planned to steam part of it and fry part of it, so she could enjoy it to her heart's content.

Fan Yanjia once ate the dumplings made by Su Ruojin at Su's house, which she called dumplings. One bite at a time, stuffed to the brim, she felt so satisfied that her mouth watered just thinking about it.

"Okay, Ah Jin, let's eat dumplings."

As northerners, everyone sitting here still loves pasta more.

After eating earthenware rice, they drank a bowl of ginseng, gouqi, and old hen soup. It was light, nutritious, and delicious. The Ning brothers and sisters each added another bowl. They drank it until their noses started to sweat, and their whole bodies were full of pain.

After lunch, five young people were bored at the door of the cabin and moved out a small round table to play chess.

Fan Yanjia wanted to go with Zhao Lan, but Zhao Lan was not interested, so he had to go with Ning Qilang.

Two young ladies gathered around.

Su Ruojin just watched and said nothing.

Ning Ning couldn't help it. When she saw her brother eating one of the other's pieces, she said a lot of happy words. If Fan Yanjia eats one of her pieces, she would angrily mutter. Anyway, the main one is not to make Fan Yanjia feel better.

Miss Ning is really noisy.

Zhao Lan had a headache, so he got up and went for a walk. He reached out to pull someone, and Su Ruojin went for a walk with him.

Ning Baniang held her back and refused to let her go. Her brother glared at her and reluctantly let go.

The little lady was not happy, but Fan Yanjia was happy. When he was happy, he ate several pieces. He raised his eyebrows proudly, "Hurry up and encourage your brother, otherwise I will win."

"Hmph, my brother was distracted talking to me. You are taking advantage of others' danger and acting like a villain."

"Why am I such a villain?"

The two were noisy, and Su Ruojin shook her head and thought, could it be that Ning Baniang came here specifically to defeat Fan Yanjia? One moment she silently lit a candle for Fan Yanjia, and the next moment she felt that Ning Ning was quite interesting and not at all like a lady.

After walking up the gravel path and being a little far away from the cabin, Su Ruojin asked Zhao Lan, "Did Miss Ning live in the border with General Ning?"

Zhao Lan replied: "The young lady of the Ning family should be raised like a son until she is twelve years old."

Su Ruojin clicked her tongue, "No wonder the Ning family has been able to survive for so many generations."

If a family continues to survive, there must be something special about it.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors, and the spring breeze this afternoon is warmer than yesterday. While enjoying the spring breeze, Su Ruojin asked, "Brother Jin, how many days of vacation will you take?"

Zhao Lan reached out to hold the young lady and was squeezing her soft little hand. When he heard this, he turned around and said, "Ajin is driving me away again?"

Su Ruojin: ...When did she drive him away?

"No...ah, I will start soaking the pepper seeds tomorrow. If Brother Jin stays here, maybe I can see it sprout."

Lie with your eyes open.

Zhao Lan stretched out his other hand and pinched her little nose, "Do you want to drive me away?"

Su Ruojin was pinched so hard that she couldn't breathe. She could only open her mouth to breathe and reached out to hold his hand.

The hot breath from the young lady's mouth sprayed onto the skin of Zhao Lan's wrist, which was blown by the wind and felt warm and cool at the same time. It felt so wonderful that he couldn't help but take her hand and lowered his head to kiss it.

Su Ruojin's face turned pale with fright, and she quickly pulled her hand back, looking around nervously. Fortunately, the girl and the boy were far away, and they happened to be standing under a big tree, blocking the cabin where Fan Yanjia and the others were playing chess.

"Brother Jin!" Su Ruojin glared at him, "I'm only fourteen years old."

But he is already twenty years old, and other people's children can do so much.

Zhao Lan looked at the young lady with a resentful look, "There are many young ladies who get married at the age of fourteen."

Su Ruojin:…

Well, ancient people married early and had children early.

She still hummed and turned around to go back to the cabin. Zhao Lan pulled her back again and hid behind a big tree. He put his arms around her and said, "That's okay."

This is not modern. They were hugging each other in broad daylight. Su Ruojin refused and struggled to leave Zhao Lan's arms.

"Just a hug." Zhao Lan coaxed in a gentle voice, lowering his head and resting his chin on the young lady's thin shoulder, like a young man asking for sweets, very pestering.

Like a younger brother, the wonderful feeling made Su Ruojin stop struggling unconsciously and put her arms around his waist.

The boy's chest was broad and warm, which made people feel at ease in the afternoon sun.

"Brother Jin..."

"Um!"

"No one will see it, right?"

“See it when you see it.”

Zhao Lan didn't care. He was proud of what happened to his fiancée.

Probably because he had never been in love in his previous life, Su Ruojin felt guilty. He quietly looked in the direction of the cabin and found that it was blocked by a tree, "Brother Jin, you brought me here on purpose."

"Who makes those followers so annoying?" It's really depressing that he doesn't even have a chance to kiss his little wife.

Hearing someone's unhappy mood, Su Ruojin laughed insincerely, "Haha...haha..." He was gloating about his misfortune.

Zhao Lan hugged her hard.

"Ah!" The girl was still growing, so she hugged her too tightly, but... Fortunately, there were many clothes in winter, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing. Su Ruojin was so angry that she wanted to break away from his embrace.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please be gentle." Zhao Lan relaxed his arms and whispered coaxingly.

Su Ruojin was still angry when his chin was pressed against her shoulders, and she instantly forgot her unhappiness, "Brother Jin, how is my brother doing in the Imperial College?"

"I went to see him before coming here, and he was pretty good."

"That's good." Su Ruojin said, "When you return to the capital, I will make some food and you can help me bring it to my brother."

"Humph!" Someone felt wronged again, "What about mine?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"No, I want to be different from An Zhi."

Even though his brother was jealous, Su Ruojin convinced him, "Okay, okay, I'll make something different for you."

Just when Zhao Lan was about to ask what he did differently, Ning Baniang followed him at some point, "Ajin, what about mine?"

Su Ruojin was so frightened that she pushed Zhao Lan away instantly, "Miss Ning, do you walk silently?"

"Hmph!" Ning Baniang turned around from behind the tree with her hands behind her back, "It's not that I walked silently, but you two were too engrossed in the embrace that you didn't hear me."

Su Ruojin:…

Zhao Lan glanced over, not angry but proud.

Just like his father, Ning Ning's scalp was numb when he saw her, as if his father was about to hit him with a ruler, "Okay, I won't be an annoyance, I'll leave now."

After taking a few steps, she turned around again and said, "Ajin, if you listen, I have a share, or else... hum..." Her eyes wandered towards the two of them, as if I told you about your hug.

Su Ruojin: ...Looking at the sky speechlessly, why are you so childish? Are you sure you are one year older than her?

Zhao Lan looked over again.

Unfortunately, Ningning escaped quickly enough, and Yichiliu returned to the cabin again.

Ning Qilang glanced at the big tree in the distance, then at his sister who had discovered the gossip, shook his head and laughed, and continued to play chess with Fan Yanjia.

Chapter end