Both Mrs. Tang and Mrs. Yang were very interested in this can of soup and wanted to know how delicious it was. It was praised by both Mr. Tang and Mr. Yang.
So they didn't wait for lunch. After arriving in the living room in the backyard, everyone sat down cross-legged and Mrs. Tang asked the servants to get the bowls and chopsticks.
She said: "Drink it while it's hot, otherwise if you leave it until it gets cold at noon and then reheat it, the taste will change."
Her reason was unanimously recognized by everyone.
So Manbao opened the jar, and the aroma of chicken soup hit his nostrils.
Mrs. Tang and Mrs. Yang, who had never tasted it before, took a sip after smelling it and said with a smile: "It's better than the ones at home."
But there's not much difference.
Yang Heshu and Tang He smiled and asked them, "Drink more."
Mrs. Tang and Mrs. Yang stirred the spoons and slowly drank a bowl. They thought the taste was pretty good, so they drank another bowl. It wasn't until this bowl was almost finished that they finally realized what they had done. In the past, they drank chicken soup, and then drank another bowl.
No matter how delicious it is, you can't finish a bowl of it, but now they are all on their second bowl.
Mrs. Yang lowered her eyes and glanced at the soup at the bottom of the bowl, smiled slightly and said, "This soup is not only fragrant, but also not greasy. Did she skim off the oil?"
"No," Man Bao said, "What's the use of skimming the oil out of the soup? After killing the chicken, my sister-in-law cut out the buttery part under the skin to refine the oil, so that it can be used for cooking, and the rest can be used for cooking.
I just used it to make soup."
Originally, Xiao Qian did this to save more oil for the family. By killing a chicken, the family could use three or four days more oil.
Lao Zhou had a large family, so in order to give everyone a bowl of soup, she took great pains to cook a large pot of soup for each chicken.
The soup cooked like this won't be very tasty.
But Lao Zhoutou and Qian didn't mind at all. How can meat be unpalatable?
And Lao Zhou has too many family members, so the good meat is basically given to a few children. If they eat the meat, they have to let others drink some soup, right?
So no one objected to Xiao Qian's approach.
Who knew that the chicken soup made in this way would suit Yang Heshu's appetite, and he had never forgotten it since he happened to drink a bowl of soup at Zhou's house for the first time.
Later, every year when he went to Qili Village, he would stay at Zhou's house for a meal.
Old Zhoutou was also very happy to entertain Yang Heshu, because every time he came, perhaps because he was dining at his house, Yang Heshu brought a lot of meat to the Zhou family.
In his opinion, pork and mutton are much better than chicken, especially the fatty meat.
Lao Zhoutou, who felt that he had made a profit, would always tell Xiao Qian to make soup well every time Yang Heshu came to his door.
Mrs. Tang also thought about it for a moment and nodded slightly, "The soup is quite thick, but not greasy. It is indeed delicious."
Bai Shan said with great experience: "The side dishes are also delicious, except for the chicken."
Everyone fished out the yam inside and ate several pieces each.
Mr. Tang was sweating slightly after eating, so he simply leaned back and said with a smile: "Having a half-day of leisure every day, and then a bowl of chicken soup like this, I will really live like a fairy."
Man Bao also leaned back on the chair comfortably and nodded happily.
Yang Heshu smiled slightly and put down the bowl to rest after finishing the food.
After eating and drinking, they slowly moved to another place to rest. The decoration in the room here was more elegant. Mrs. Tang took Mrs. Yang and Manbao to occupy the best position - the wooden couch, and also brought
Got two kids.
However, she was not very interested in children, so after looking at Mrs. Yang's son, she said to her son: "Take your brother aside to play."
Mrs. Yang's son was only a hundred days old, so naturally it was impossible to play with him, so the wet nurse took him and sat on the other side of the couch to play with the young master of the Tang family.
Master Tang took a look and asked Yang Heshu, "When will you leave Beijing?"
Yang Heshu said: "We have decided to go to Xiazhou years ago, and we will be ready to set off after the fifteenth day."
"The matter of Chongwen Hall and the Ministry of Finance..."
"Everything has been handed over. We will temporarily replace him with Mr. An from our household department."
Man Bao was drinking tea. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "Shilang An is very stingy."
Yang Heshu couldn't help but feel happy, and said to her: "Shilang An is still very reasonable. If your Imperial Medical Office wants to apply for funds, as long as you have reasonable grounds and can convince him, I think he will allocate funds to you."
But after all, it was not as convenient as her own. The most important thing was that she didn't know whether Shilang An agreed with the Imperial Medical Office.
She knew that many officials in the DPRK were opposed to opening the Imperial Medical Office again. Their preliminary work was so smooth because, firstly, they relied on the support of the Crown Prince, and secondly, Yang Heshu took over the Ministry of Household Affairs. He agreed with them, so they could do it so quickly.
Build the Imperial Medical Office.
After all, the Imperial Medical Office still doesn't have much say, so they all have to live their lives depending on the opinions of their superiors.
Man Bao thought very badly in his heart, and then he and Yang Heshu inquired about An Shilang's personality and character.
Yang Heshu also wanted to remind her, so he said something in detail.
Mr. Tang waited for them to finish speaking before taking over the conversation, "When you get to Xiazhou, remember to write a letter to report that you are safe. It's a cold and miserable place over there. If you encounter any difficulties, you must write."
Yang Heshu then asked with a smile: "You are neither an official in the Ministry of Husbandry nor an official in the Ministry of Personnel. I encounter a difficult situation. What can you, the magistrate of Chang'an County, do?"
Mr. Tang choked for a while and then said: "I have nothing to do, but aren't there still your father and my father?"
"By the way, you and Uncle Yang Shi..."
Yang Heshu shook his head slightly, and the smile on his face faded a little. He said: "The Yang family has suffered such a big loss. Even if it is to calm down the anger in the clan, my father will not be too nice to me at this time. After a while,
It’ll be better in time.”
Master Tang was very worried, but he didn't say anything in front of the three little ones, because he felt that their excited eyes were very annoying.
The three Man Bao looked at this and that, and were very sorry to see that they had no intention of continuing.
Tang He glanced at them, and sighed with Yang Heshu: "When you leave, there won't even be anyone left to talk to."
Bai Shan said: "Brother Tang, there are still us."
Tang He: "Forget it, you will only watch the fire from the other side and fan the flames. It's fine if I don't fill it up for you."
Mrs. Tang on the side asked quietly: "What about me?"
Mr. Tang was startled and said quickly: "I mean no one speaks except Madam."
Man Bao and the other three immediately lowered their heads to enjoy themselves secretly, while Yang Heshu also lowered his heads and smiled.
When Tang He saw that no one came to rescue him, he couldn't help but feel angry. He felt that Yang Heshu should be added to the three of them, which was simply too much.
The seven of them stayed at Tang's house until the afternoon, and it was almost time for dinner before they left and went home.
Before leaving, they received many gifts in return from the Tang family. Tang He and Mrs. Tang sent them to the door and watched Bai Shan and Yang Heshu exchange New Year's gifts before they went back to their respective homes.