After Cui Weizhen left, Ye Zhenzhen couldn't sleep, so she just lay in bed in a daze. When the time was almost up, Qiu Feng came in and woke her up, with a look of hesitation, thinking that he didn't understand why she didn't stop the sachet.
He also hung it on the master.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't explain much and finished her breakfast in a hurry. She went to the main hall to greet the two old ladies and then went back to the east wing to stay. Pengpeng brought her needlework and came over to accompany her. Ye Zhenzhen was bored reading
Watching the medical skills, the two sisters spent time talking and chatting.
It was almost noon, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter. Ye Zhenzhen thought of the two watermelons that Cui Weizhen brought back yesterday, so she called Yuxiu over: "Yesterday, the master brought back two watermelons and put them in the well. You
Go and cut one into pieces, and save some watermelon to make fresh milk taro balls."
Yuxiu knew nothing about this, and not to mention her, even her mother and Mrs. Wu didn't have this skill - they had never heard of watermelon, and they didn't understand the so-called fresh milk taro balls.
So she asked: "Madam, we know about watermelon. Guan Yan has already told us how to eat it, but we have never heard of this fresh milk taro ball. Is this a new food you have researched?"
Speaking of which, Ye Zhenzhen hadn't cooked in person for a long time. She was too upset to read at the moment, so she simply put down the book and invited Ye Pengpeng: "Fourth sister, don't be busy, just leave it to the maid, sister will take you to do it."
Go eat."
Ye Pengpeng grew up in the countryside. There were many pregnant women in the countryside who went to work in the fields. She didn’t think it was strange that Ye Zhenzhen was cooking now, so she happily agreed and went to the stove with her.
Room is available.
It was just that the maids who were serving made a fuss, fearing that the lady would be bumped into or bumped into in the kitchen, so they hurriedly went to the main room to report to the two old ladies. After thinking about it, Aunt Cui did not stop her and just said: "Zhen'er has been in a bad mood lately.
Cheerful, it’s good to let her cook to kill time and relax. I told the ladies in the kitchen to be more careful and don’t let Madam bump into her.”
The servant responded accordingly and walked quickly to report. Not long after, a smart maid brought up a plain white porcelain plate, opened the lid, and placed red watermelon slices on top. The maid said:
"Old madam, my dear madam, this is the watermelon that madam cut, and she asked the servants to bring it to you two to cool down. Madam asked you two to eat it for now, save your stomach, and I will make taro balls for you later.
Woolen cloth."
Aunt Cui had eaten watermelon before. She saw that the watermelon slices were still emitting white smoke. She thought they had been chilled with ice cubes. She suddenly became salivating and called Aunt Ye next to her: "My mother-in-law, come and try this watermelon. This is
I have tasted Huihe tribute several times before, and it is the most refreshing to relieve the heat. Zhen'er is the best at studying food, and I don't know what she plans to use the watermelon for now."
When Aunt Ye heard that it was a tribute, her eyes suddenly changed. She picked up a piece of watermelon with a bamboo stick and put it into her mouth. When she took a bite, she was filled with juice. It was so sweet and delicious that even the anxiety and heat of summer disappeared.
Quite a bit, I just felt that my whole body relaxed.
It is indeed worthy of being a tribute. How many times in the world can you smell such a holy product? This time I went to Beijing, I really gained a lot of experience.
Aunt Cui also took a bite and finally tasted the difference, so she asked the slave holding the plate: "Why is there still fine salt sprinkled on the watermelon? What is the way to eat it?"
The slave looked at it with greedy eyes, swallowed her saliva silently, and then said: "Returning to the old lady, it was the lady who cut the watermelon and took a bite and found it not sweet, so she asked someone to sprinkle salt on it, saying that it would improve the taste of the watermelon.
taste."
The other slaves and maids all felt strange. I heard that this watermelon is sweet, and wouldn’t it be weird if it was sprinkled with salt? But Madam has always had big ideas. Although everyone felt that she was ruining things, they did not dare to refute, and they all listened to her words.
Grind the coarse salt finely and sprinkle it on as appropriate.
Not to mention the slaves, even Aunt Cui had eaten this way for the first time, but she had to say that the sweetness of the watermelon she tasted this time was indeed more sweet than before. She thought it was because she hadn't eaten it for a long time or because of the variety.
I didn't expect it to be because of the salt.
She immediately laughed: "Zhen'er's talent in eating is absolutely unparalleled. She is also very clever and can always come up with unique food."
Without a certain background and wealth, most people would not be able to develop such a sensitive tongue that can eat. Although Aunt Cui felt puzzled, she did not think deeply about it. There are many strange people and strange things in this world, but Zhen Zhen just knows how to eat.
, which is not surprising.
Only Aunt Cui, who knew her daughter well, was amazed. She felt that Daya had changed so drastically that she almost no longer recognized her daughter - the soil and water of a wealthy family could really nourish people, and even a clay doll like Daya had changed her appearance.
.
Seeing that the two old ladies were happy, the slave couldn't help but speak boldly: "Madam also asked people to pick out watermelon seeds. She said that she wanted to go to Zhuangzi to allocate a piece of land to try planting, so that we won't have to worry about having melons to eat in the coming year.
.”
Aunt Cui had never farmed before and praised her repeatedly. Aunt Ye was indeed an expert. She shook her head after hearing this: "Zhen'er is good at running the household chores, but she knows nothing about farming. They say oranges grow in Huainan, and oranges grow in Huaibei."
It is Citrus aurantium. It can be seen that crops are very particular about climate, water and soil. Since watermelon is a special tribute of Uighurs, it means that it cannot be grown in other places. She is afraid that her work will be in vain."
There was one more thing she didn't say. If watermelons could be grown in the Central Plains, others would have already planted them all over the place. How could it be her turn to discover them?
Upon hearing this, Aunt Cui thought it made sense, but she did not dampen Ye Zhenzhen's enthusiasm. She just said, "It's not a big deal anyway. Let her farm for fun. We don't lack those acres of land."
Aunt Ye's gums hurt when she heard that. For ordinary people like them, a few acres of land is a treasure that a family needs to support their family. How can there be room for a prodigal to throw away the money casually? Fortunately, Da Ya married into a wealthy family. If her husband's family
I'm still a small family, so I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand her torture.
However, her mother-in-law supported her, so she naturally had no reason to demolish her own daughter. However, she still explained everything to Zhen Zhen in front of her mother-in-law, so as not to make a fool of herself in the future if she really couldn't grow any seeds: "Let her learn this lesson.
It’s also a good idea to understand why it’s not easy to work in the fields, so as not to make random opinions and make people laugh in the future.”
Aunt Cui knew what was on her mind and responded with a smile. There was a lot of watermelon on the plate, but the juice filled her stomach. The two of them were thinking about Ye Zhenzhen's food, so they didn't eat more, so they gave it to everyone in the room.
The slaves had a taste of it, and received a piece of joyful thanksgiving. The atmosphere was full of harmony and joy.
