Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 426 Pie

But his handsome son knew that he was not the type to be without plans. Thinking about the scene where the two of them had previously discussed food together, Xiao Cui must have been a little sad that they could not celebrate the New Year together: "But what happened over in Guazhou?"

Three of the four people who served as the background wall in the room also pricked up their ears. The only one who didn't prick up his ears, Yingzi, stared at the crackling chestnuts in the stove with his eyes. He had temporary deafness and could not hear anything.

She knew it! How come her chestnuts were dwindling so quickly!

It turns out that they were all stolen by Master Fan!

Damn it! How can you even steal the children’s snacks?

Because of the time constraints, Cui Bianxu didn't elaborate too much, only saying, "Someone in Guazhou has sent a letter, saying that the three have been imprisoned and the Zhao family is in turmoil."

Whenever Xiao Cui had something to discuss, he would consult with him. The two of them always analyzed problems separately, so Jiang Shangxian immediately understood why he had to go. Without asking any more questions, he stood up and walked out. "Wait for me here, just a moment at most, Yingzi."

Yingzi, who was thinking about taking away all the chestnuts, heard her being called. She looked at the stove reluctantly, gritted her teeth and followed him out.

"Go and light the stove." Jiang Shangxian hurried, and for a moment he didn't feel how cold the wind was in the middle of the night.

Yingzi's legs, which had been working so hard, suddenly came to a halt. Without asking why the stove was burning so late at night, he turned around and went to the kitchen.

The Jiang family now has two stoves, one is stewing mutton, and the other is idle. Jiang's mother is taking a nap on the stove. Now she doesn't have to stay up all night. With the store, she only needs to stew the mutton for two or three hours after returning home, and then take it to the store to continue stewing the next morning.

She woke up only when Yingzi came to her side: "Yingzi, what's the matter? Is Niannu hungry?"

"Madam, the lady asked me to light the fire. She must be cooking something to eat." Yingzi replied in a low voice, her hands moving non-stop.

Jiang's mother was completely upset: "What does she want to eat at this time?"

How long has it been since dinner?

If she really gains too much weight, will she still be able to fit into her wedding dress when the new year comes?

The skirt is easy to deal with, but what about the arms and shoulders!

Maid's rules: If someone asks you about your master's affairs and you don't know how to answer, just say you don't know.

Yingzi didn't even raise her head: "I don't know."

Jiang Shangxian hurriedly carried a large basket of food into the kitchen, "Mother, hurry up and help wrap all this in oil paper."

"Yo hey!"

Jiang's mother was so angry that she said if her daughter dared to eat such a big basket tonight, she would beat her with a broom!

She was about to say something when she noticed a piece of silk on top of the large basket that had been stuffed into her arms. It looked very familiar. "Isn't this the piece that was wrapped around the outside of the box for your wedding dress today?"

"Well, Jiulang is here. There's a case at the Dali Temple, and he has to go to Guazhou. The situation is a bit tricky, so he has to leave tonight."

Xiao Jiang took out two bowls as she spoke, which contained the fillings she had prepared in the evening, one with green onions and pork, and the other with leeks and vermicelli. She had originally planned to have her mother wrap and bake them after the dough had risen, and now it just happened to be ready to use.

He reached out and lifted the gauze on the chopping board. There was dough underneath. He pinched it and estimated that it was almost done. "Give him all these to bake and take away."

This amount of information was a bit too much and it was really confusing for Jiang's mother. After hearing that Cui Bianxu was coming, her first reaction was to stand up and go to see her son-in-law.

When she heard her son-in-law was going to Guazhou, she became anxious again: "Why go to Guazhou during the New Year? It's freezing outside, and the road is not easy to travel. Why don't you keep him?"

Jiang Shangxian transformed into the young chef of China, his hands casting shadows as pancakes formed rapidly. "How can we inquire about the affairs of the court? Mother, don't ask. Hurry up and pack up the food. At least we can have a few bites on the way. And use the bamboo tube to fill it with Zhuhan tea!"

Zhuhan tea is actually a tea made by boiling together dried ginger, ginseng slices, dried longan, peony flowers, lilies, mulberries, tangerine peel, poria cocos, licorice, polygonatum, perilla seeds, and Cistanche deserticola.

Ordinary people generally don't drink such troublesome and expensive things. At most, they will just drink some ginger tea.

Cui Shuhua is also very particular. She drinks different tea in each season, and each season is divided into three stages: the beginning, the middle and the end.

Jiang Shangxian didn't understand these things and couldn't remember them, so she gave him a booklet for Yingzi to memorize, and every time she returned at a certain time, she would bring him the prepared tea bags in advance.

The tea I've been drinking recently is this Zhuhan tea.

"Hey! Hey!" Jiang's mother was really anxious now. She turned around twice, not knowing whether to pack the food first or to give her the Zhuhan tea first. She even forgot to investigate why the fine silk was used as a baggage cover.

Jiang Shangxian took the time to glance at her and said, "Pack some food first!"

As the pies turned golden in the pan, the aroma drifted through the kitchen along with the smoke. Old Fan hunched over and looked around: "Jiulang, what delicious food has Miss Jiang made for you?"

He had a bad feeling in his heart - the pie he had been waiting for for so long was about to fly away.

Since it was something to fill the stomach on the road, Xiao Jiang didn't make the crust thinner and the filling thicker like ordinary pies. Instead, he made the crust thicker so that it would be more filling and filling.

After Jiang's mother wrapped two oil-paper bags, her mind began to work better. She then began to mutter, "What's going on at the Dali Temple? They're asking people to leave during Chinese New Year. How outrageous!"

"Mom, where are the two cans of beef jerky I made last time? Bring him one can!" Xiao Jiang was racking his brains to think of what else he could bring. This beef jerky was given to Li Xueyan when her family had the misfortune of having a cow fall and die.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and all the cows in Chang'an have recently entered a high-risk period. Almost every day, a cow dies in strange ways.

Jiang's mother was very generous to her son-in-law. Feeling sorry for him going on a business trip at this time of year, she made the decision directly: "How big is that jar? Even if you wrap it in oil paper, it's only three packets. Just give him both jars."

Jiang Shangxian firmly disagreed: "Mother, the remaining jar is mine."

Are you kidding? No matter how much a man likes her, he can't compete with her for food!

I'm giving you a can because we'll be brothers sleeping in the same bed in the future!

Jiang's mother knew that her daughter was stingy when it came to certain foods that she particularly liked but in limited quantities, so she pouted and didn't argue with her.

Yingzi, who was filling a bamboo tube with Zhuhan tea, was relieved to see this. She also liked to eat the beef jerky. Because there was a small quantity, Jiang Shangxian would personally grab a handful from the jar every time and share it equally with her, Jiang Wangri, and Xia Zhenying.

Old Madam Xia couldn't bite the thing, and Jiang's mother couldn't bear to eat it herself.