The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

Chapter 12 012 Xiaolong Baozi and Shaomai

 Cheng Yingzhen asked: "How to scare her?"

“Last time, Prince Jin was punished by the officials for renting a public house. If she doesn’t keep her tail between her legs, will the officials spare Prince Jin if she causes trouble again?”

Will bringing back an old servant alarm the emperor? This is too incredible!

Cheng Yingzhen shook her head in disbelief: "How is that possible?"

“It doesn’t matter if it’s impossible, Mother Dong is back anyway, right?” Anyway, whether it’s the fried dough sticks craftsmanship or Mother Dong, Mrs. Xu won’t make any more decisions for the time being, and we’ll decide later.

 Cheng Yingzhen is doubtful:…

Su Ruojin gave Dong's mother a look, and she understood immediately and hurriedly stepped forward to help the hostess lie down: "Madam, it's late at night, rest quickly." After she lay down, she straightened the corners of the quilt and tucked the soles of her feet into bed.

 “Mother, good night.”

Su Ruojin took Dong’s mother, and they left the master bedroom together.

Cheng Yingzhen turned her head and watched them leave. She always felt that the current life was unreal. She had been dealing with Mrs. Xu for nearly two years because of the house. She knew better than anyone what that person was like. He was clearly a piece of meat. He was six years old. Can her daughter get Mama Dong back from her?

She didn't believe it at all, but Mother Dong and her daughter had just come out of her sight, hand in hand. She had to believe it if she didn't believe it, but... no matter it was her previous uncle's house or her current eighth-grade husband, the emperor was far away from her. Why? I just asked an old servant back!

Until Su Yanli came back from his sons' room and got into bed, Cheng Yingzhen still didn't understand, "Official, do you think what A Jin said is true?"

Su Yanli is a man and a doctor of the Imperial College. He understood what his wife didn't understand, "Your daughter is just trying to scare ghosts."

 Cheng Yingzhen couldn't understand it anymore and looked at her husband, waiting for him to interpret.

Su Yanli pursed his lips and smiled, put his arms around his wife and closed his eyes: "Your daughter is a clever girl."

 Cheng Yingzhen was completely embraced by her husband. Outside the window, the cold wind howled, but inside the house, the man's embrace was as warm as spring. It was so reassuring! When sleepiness came, I couldn't help but say something: "Why do you have a ghost on your left and a ghost on your right..."

No longer worrying about livelihood, Mother Dong is back. Life in the Su family has improved visibly. Everyone is relaxed. Su Yanli patted his wife gently: "Go to sleep!"

 With Mama Dong and a fixed stall, how can we just add a tea egg? Su Ruojin is going to launch something new again.

“Uncle Shutong, after closing the stall tomorrow morning, you can buy two small steamer baskets, but they should have more layers.”

 Shu Tong asked excitedly: "What are you steaming?"

These days there are always customers asking if there are any new tricks. I got tired of eating fried dough sticks and soy milk and went to other stalls to buy breakfast.

 “Xiaolongbao and siomai.”

 Have never heard of either of these books.

 “Have you ever heard of steamed buns?”

Shutong remembered what Er Niangzi had done: "Shrunk steamed buns?"

"It's almost... not much!" Su Ruojin was about to say something different, but suddenly realized that she was only six years old, why did she know this, and quickly changed her tone.

Shutong didn't notice the guilty expression on the little master's face. He was thinking: "What's the difference?"

"The last time I made hoof and pig soup for my mother, the pig skin was all rotten. I put it on the windowsill, but it was frozen the next day. When making steamed buns in the morning, I made the fillings. I used part of it and mixed it with lean meat to make the stuffing. When it was steamed in the pot and it was delicious, I took a bite and there was soup. It was very delicious. "

 In the afternoon, the warm winter sun shines very warmly on people.

Cheng Yingzhen also came out to relax for a while. She heard her daughter discussing with her classmates about adding new foods to the breakfast stall. When she heard about the steamed buns with soup, she smiled and confirmed her daughter's statement, "Ajin is right. That day, I I ate three of them in one go.” Su Ruojin thought with a smile, “Three are nothing. If you want to enjoy them, you must at least eat them one at a time.”

Since the madam and the second lady both said it was delicious, it must be delicious. Shutong asked again: "What is Shaomai? Burning the wheat?"

 Eh... Uncle Shutong thinks very intuitively. If words can be interpreted in this way, there will still be complicated things in the world if they are all expressed in this way.

"There was some glutinous rice left at home during the Dragon Boat Festival, but there were no rice dumpling leaves. I suddenly thought of wrapping the glutinous rice in dough, but the rice dumplings are boiled in water, and the dough will become mushy when put in the water. What about steaming? I didn’t expect it to work.”

Su Ruojin secretly thought, God, will I get retribution if I lie and deceive like this? In a deserted place, praying to the sky again and again, this is not to harm anyone, it is to spread the delicious food and let more people eat the delicious food. This is a good deed. God will definitely not blame her.

Su Dalang thought thoughtfully: "Ajin, is it more than two months ago? One day at noon, my mother said she was hungry. You found two small handfuls of glutinous rice, cooked it, mixed it with soy sauce and mixed it into a stuffing that looked like pomegranates. s things?"

Su Ruojin smiled, "Yes, my brother helped me light the fire."

“It looks like a pomegranate, why do you call it Shaomai?” Su Dalang expressed confusion.

 Uh...this...is going to die. Su Ruojin doesn't know why siomai is called siomai. She really can't make up any lies. What should she do?

Just when Su Ruojin was racking his brains on how to compile it, Shu Tong frowned in grievance, "Why didn't I eat it?"

Su Ruojin quickly changed the subject: "I'm sorry, Uncle Shutong. I just found two small handfuls of glutinous rice and didn't make much. We couldn't help but ate them all."

　　“The adults didn’t eat it either?”

 “Hmm.” She was like a chicken pecking at rice.

I glanced at Su Dalang quietly. I made a total of eight siomai that day. My mother ate three of them. Su Dalang and Su Ruojin each had two. Su Sanlang was young and the glutinous rice was not easy to melt, so he only ate one.

Originally, Su Dalang was only willing to eat one, saying he would leave the other to his father, but he accidentally ate it. ’

 Shu Tong said that he had not eaten, and Su Dalang felt embarrassed because he was greedy and shy.

The name 'Shaomai' was finally changed. Su Ruojin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that if he wants to come up with a new food in the future, he must first think carefully about how to say it!

Even adults have never tasted this delicacy, so Shutong felt regretful, "How about you teach us how to make it now and make some for us to eat?"

"No problem at all."

 There is delicious food and you can make money. The enthusiasm of the big guys is very high. Even the three-year-old Su Sanlang has to help scoop out the noodles.

Su Ruojin saw that her mother had been sunbathing at the door for a long time, so she quickly invited her into the bedroom. While everyone was rushing to the kitchen, she whispered, "Mom, these two meals are still your recipe to the outside world. If anyone asks, , you just said you created it yourself for the sake of the children, do you understand?"

 Cheng Yingzhen nodded, "Mom, I understand."

It can't be said that she brought it from her parents' family. Although the breakfast stall only earns a few dozen taels, Cheng Yingzhen knows that the life of the concubine of the uncle's house is not easy. If they hear that the prescription is related to the uncle's house, they might take it away. , it must not be related to the mother’s family;

 Second, it cannot be said that the recipes were thought up by the daughter. These are things that only a chef can make. The daughter is only six years old. People will think she is a monster, and... Cheng Yingzhen does not dare to think about it.

  Why is it called Shaomai?

Even Binghe doesn’t know! Cover your mouth and snicker, dear friends are welcome to leave messages in the comment area!

Hey, I'm waiting for you!

 (End of this chapter)