Lin Yun walked happily into the backyard carrying snacks, and the sound could be heard before she entered the door.
"Mom, look what I brought to you?"
Mrs. Lin was lying on the bed sickly, and the little maid was squatting in front of her with a spittoon in her hand. When she saw Lin Yun come in, she was about to speak, but suddenly her face turned pale, and sourness surged in her chest.
"vomit!"
She vomited for a while before giving up. She rinsed her mouth with the tea handed over by the little maid, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and forced a smile on her face.
"Yun'er is here."
"Mom, is my brother making trouble with you again?" Lin Yun came to the bedside and carefully touched her belly.
"This kid doesn't know who he's following. He's so tight that he won't let anyone stop for a moment."
Mrs. Lin had doting eyes. She had been married to Lin Yusheng for more than ten years and had only one daughter, Lin Yun. She had given up hope of taking a concubine for her husband, but she became pregnant again.
However, she was so overjoyed with the pregnancy that she couldn't eat and vomited sour water all day long. In just one month, she lost a lot of weight.
Lin Yusheng was so anxious that he hired several cooks to cook. Lin Yun also bought some fresh food outside from time to time, hoping that Mrs. Lin would take a bite, but she would vomit whatever she ate.
"Mom, I bought a few more snacks today, would you like to try them?"
Mrs. Lin had just finished vomiting, and the sour gas in her mouth had not subsided, and she had no appetite. However, seeing her daughter's earnest eyes, she still swallowed her words of rejection.
"Then bring it to me for a taste."
"Why."
Lin Yun asked the maid to put the snacks into a plate. She saw several flower-shaped snacks placed on the porcelain white jade plate. The pink petals were layered on top of each other, resembling a lotus in full bloom. It was so beautiful.
"this……"
Most of the turbid air that had been pressing on her chest dissipated. Mrs. Lin's eyes were so amazed that she couldn't help but pick one up and put it in her mouth and took a bite.
The outside was crispy and delicious, the inside was soft and delicate, and the soft and sweet bean paste neutralized the sourness in her stomach. Before she knew it, Mrs. Lin had finished one.
Her appetite increased, and she ate three of them before stopping. If it weren't for the fear of bloating, she would have finished the whole plate.
The little maid's eyes were so excited that she said, "I still have a way, Madam. It's been half a month since I've eaten so happily."
She looked at Mrs. Lin who was getting thinner day by day, and her mouth blistered in anxiety.
"Yun'er is interested," Mrs. Lin held her daughter's hand and couldn't help but look at the snacks on the plate.
"This snack looks like a flower, how come I've never seen it before?"
"This is lotus cake, sold by Mrs. Jiang's newly opened pastry shop. Do you still remember Mrs. Jiang? Your favorite orchid fragrance is also made by her."
"Oh?" Mrs. Lin became a little interested. She was used to orchid fragrance and could no longer care about anything else. Unfortunately, the flower season is over now, so she can only wait until next year to buy fragrance beads.
And now Jiang Miao's snacks have stopped her morning sickness. Although she hasn't met anyone yet, Mrs. Lin is already very fond of her.
"If Mom likes to eat it, I will buy it for you tomorrow."
"good."
Jiang Miao knew nothing about this. She was taking Shen Yingxue to make jujube cakes.
Mrs. Zhang went back to the village a few days ago and brought back two big bags of home-grown dates. In the past, the Shen family would sell them in the town if they couldn't finish them all. Now that Jiang Miao is in the snack business, Mrs. Zhang gave all the dates to her.
To make jujube cakes, lard is used, and dates are used as the filling. The shape is like a blooming eight-petal jujube flower. The white puff pastry wraps the reddish-brown filling. Jiang Miao presses it into a cake shape and cuts it into eight pieces with scissors.
, hold it with your right hand and twist it gently, so that the cut surface of each petal faces upward, and the shape of the flower will come out.
Shen Yingxue watched her make a few and tried it herself. She was very skillful and failed two of them, but the third one gradually took shape. Jiang Miao took one look at her and praised her with a smile.
"Sister learns so fast and is doing so well now."
Shen Yingxue blushed at the praise. She was used to working in the kitchen and didn't find it difficult to make snacks.
The two worked hard all afternoon and made three plates of jujube cakes and two plates of jujube cakes. Jiang Miao was so tired that her back ached. Shen Yingxue and Mrs. Zhang were still there to help her, but she had to work longer on her own.
The Shen family has eaten more snacks in the past few days than they have in the past half of their lives, especially the two little girls, Daya and Zhou Ling, who already like sweets. These days, they are fed by Jiang Miao like little mice falling into a honeypot.
"Thank you, Auntie."
"Thank you, third aunt."
The two little girls wore their hair in the same bun and bowed to Jiang Miao in a decent manner, making Jiang Miao smile and narrow her eyes.
"Let's play."
"Why."
Da Ya held snacks in one hand and held Zhou Ling in the other. The two little girls skipped to the yard to play with Barbie dolls.
Shen Laoer made this Barbie doll for Daya and was scolded by Mrs. Xu for three days, saying that he had taught his daughter to eat well and be too lazy to cook. Girls from other families at this age already know how to help the family. Shen Laoer just laughed and did not refute. They The Shen family is not short of money now, so there is no need for such a young child to help the family work.
After moving to the town, the Shen family began to eat three meals a day, and these days it was snacks and porridge.
At the dining table, Mrs. Zhang took a bite of the jujube cake in her hand. It was soft and sweet. When she looked at the other Shen family members, their eyes narrowed as they ate.
"I wonder how the third child is doing in the capital?"
Mrs. Zhang's nose was a little sore. All the old Shen family members were gathered together. Only Shen Yanqing was not at home. I don't know how he was doing in the capital and whether he had any snacks.
Jiang Miao's chewing movement paused. She had almost forgotten about Shen Yanqing after he had been gone for a few days.
There is Mr. Wei in the capital, so he should be doing fine...
"Hey, my uncle wrote a letter and I almost forgot about it!" Shen Erlang finished the jujube cake in his hand in two or two bites and stood up in a hurry.
"You idiot, you can forget this, why don't you bring it over now!"
Mrs. Zhang was so angry that she wanted to pinch his ears, but Shen Erlang stuck out his tongue and quickly avoided it. It wasn't because the snacks made by his aunt were so delicious that he was so absorbed in eating that he forgot about other things.
There were two letters from Shen Yanqing, one to Mrs. Zhang and one to Jiang Miao. Mrs. Zhang stuffed it into her and joked.
"Take it, I'll go back to the room and look at it later."
Jiang Miao's fingertips felt hot and her pretty face turned red. She took the letter and stuffed it into her sleeves. Why did Shen Yanqing write to her again?
The letter to Mrs. Zhang was mainly to report that he was safe. Although Mr. Wei recommended him to Shengjing Academy, whether he could get in still had to pass an assessment.
According to the original book, Shen Yanqing came to Beijing only four years later and did not go to Shengjing Academy to study. Therefore, Jiang Miao did not know the rules of the academy. However, with his talent and learning, it should not be difficult to pass the academy's assessment. Jiang Miao temporarily put aside her worries. .
Shen Yanqing's letter was written concisely. Shen Erlang finished reading it in the time it took him to take a sip of water, while Mrs. Zhang still had a disappointed look on her face.
"No more?"
"Well, my uncle just wrote that he has good food and accommodation, so that the family doesn't have to worry about him..."
"How much ink can this brat use to write more words? I don't know how much more he can say!" Mrs. Zhang complained, but she also knew Shen Yanqing's temperament. She was originally a cold and taciturn person, and she got angry very quickly. Just dispersed.
