noffsinger Chapter 276 Pickled Dexian
Chapter 276 Pickled Dexian
When Lin Jiaojiao was still studying fashion design in the studio, the group of people who came to dig bamboo shoots in spring also returned.
Except for Lin Yiyan who didn't dig but just watched, the others were carrying a bamboo basket in their hands, while Zhao Bo and Lan Yi each carried a large bamboo basket back.
The group came outside the kitchen, poured out the bamboo shoots from the baskets and piled them up, then went to the washroom to wash their faces and hands.
Zhuxue quickly washed his hands, and then wanted to help his young master wash his hands, but was rejected.
I saw his young master put his hand into a clean basin of warm water, carefully and seriously cleaning the dirt between his nails.
He was becoming more and more confused about his young master. He had been here for only about seven days, and his young master was either making jewelry with his cousin or painting some strange pictures, or going with Mr. Lin Er and others to dig wild vegetables or pick wild flowers by the creek.
He could understand that their family was poor in the past, but now that they are rich and have servants at home, wouldn't it be better to leave these things to the servants? Moreover, these things can be bought with money, but why do they have to do them themselves?
What's even more outrageous is that one time the young master dropped something and was going back along the way to look for it, but he heard the young and old men in the village gossiping.
Everyone was wondering whether his young master would become Lin Jiaojiao's fourth husband.
He was very angry when he heard this, but he couldn't go to argue with them. After all, they didn't reveal their identities when they came here, and only claimed to be the cousin of Lin Jiaojiao's third husband.
Today, when he went to the bamboo forest to dig spring bamboo shoots, he met many people on the road who greeted Lin's father and others. He felt even the way they looked at his young master was very strange, and wondered if they were also speculating about the same things as the rumors he heard that day.
"Bamboo Snow?"
Jiang Huai was waiting for him to use the handkerchief in his hand to wipe his hands. After waiting for a long time without any response, he turned his head and saw that the man was frowning and looked angry.
He called out a few more times before the man came to his senses and quickly picked up the handkerchief in his hand to wipe his hands. He asked with some concern.
"What's going on? Did something happen?"
Zhu Xue felt that his young master should not do such things that were not in line with his status. Although the young master did not appear very happy when doing these things, he could feel his seriousness and relaxation that he had never had before.
So he decided not to tell him about this. He would be going back soon anyway, so there was no need to cause the young master more trouble.
"I just got distracted and remembered that the biggest bamboo shoot I dug out with great difficulty was picked up by someone. I was so angry."
Jiang Huai didn't doubt him, "I thought something was wrong to make you so angry, just pick it up, there are so many piled outside, aren't they enough for you to eat?"
Of course, Zhuxue didn't mean that, so she could only make a painful expression.
"Well, after all, it was dug by me with great effort."
"Xiaoqiu and the others will go there tomorrow, so we can just go dig more."
"Ah? Are you going again tomorrow?"
Jiang Huai saw that his reaction was so big that he attracted Fu Qi who was standing next to him.
"Yes, it's quite interesting. Brother Huai, aren't you going tomorrow?"
"Go."
Fu Qi recalled the days when he and she went fishing and digging clams in Fanwai, and they were just as happy.
This is much more interesting than embroidering at home.
Thinking of fishing, his hands itched again, and he immediately went up to Jiang Huai and whispered.
"Brother Huai, do you want to go fishing this afternoon? Fishing is fun."
"fishing?"
"Yeah, I was before, oh anyway, it's very interesting, brother Huai, let's go together."
He was acting coquettishly here, and Lin Yizhi came into the room to wash up. When she heard his words, her eyes lit up. She had heard him talk about their experience of drifting on the sea before, especially fishing, which had made him craving for it for a long time.
If he came to fish, he would definitely catch more than Fu Qi.
"Okay, I'll go too."
Seeing that they were all going, Jiang Huai nodded in agreement.
After he came here, he did a lot of things he had never thought of before. He didn't expect that life in the countryside would be so fulfilling, much better than being locked in the yard doing nothing every day.
It seems that life in the countryside is not as bad as they say.
They came out of the washroom together and saw Father Lin and Uncle Zhao sitting around bamboo shoots, peeling them and chatting.
Lin Yiyan sat beside them embroidering a small bellyband, listening to their chat and occasionally joining in on the conversation.
Father Lin saw them coming out and said kindly, "You must be tired. The kitchen has mixed some honey water. Go and have some."
"I know dad."
Everyone knew that Lin Jiaojiao was busy in the studio, so they tacitly did not disturb her and just did their own things.
Fu Qi also asked Tongfu to bring over the small bellyband he had not finished embroidering, while he sat next to Lin Yiyan and watched the pattern he embroidered, which was much more beautiful than his own.
At this time Tongfu also came over with a basket filled with cloth and needle and thread. Fu Qi took it and put it on her lap, then picked up the half-embroidered piece of cloth to comfort herself.
Although it is not as exquisite as my older brother's, the embroidery is not bad, and it will definitely look beautiful on the baby when he wears it.
noon.
Lin Jiaojiao ate the first fresh bamboo shoots of spring, which were stewed with pickled bamboo shoots and stir-fried pork with spring bamboo shoots made by Lin Yizhi.
Lin Jiaojiao specifically asked for pickled pork with preserved vegetables, so she wrote down the recipe and gave it to him.
As the name suggests, "yan" means pickled meat, "du" means stewing over low heat in the Wu dialect, and "xian" refers to seasonal spring bamboo shoots and fresh meat ingredients.
One salty and the other fresh, it has both the charm of winter and the vitality of spring.
Fortunately, before the New Year, Father Lin and Uncle Zhao pickled some bacon, which was just right for use today.
Lin Yizhi scooped her a full bowl of pickled pork with preserved vegetables. She took a sip of the soup first and it was so delicious that it made her eyebrow drop.
She picked up a piece of pork ribs and tasted it carefully: "I know your cooking skills are really indescribable, it's so delicious!"
Lin Yizhi sat next to her and felt very happy seeing her eating with gusto.
"I was afraid that it wouldn't work the first time, but it turned out to be successful. My dear wife, please eat more."
After tasting it, Father Lin said, "It tastes really good, but Yan'er and Qi'er, you two are pregnant, so you should eat less bacon. Huai'er, eat more. There's more in the pot after you finish."
Lin Yiyan and Fu Qi only scooped a small half bowl to taste it, and nodded to show that they understood what he said.
Jiang Huai was eating the pickled pork with preserved vegetables in his bowl silently. When he heard Lin's father calling him, he smiled and nodded.
"Okay, Uncle Lin Lian, you guys eat too."
Lin Jiaojiao looked up at him after hearing what he said, so did she see him last night?
She is not the kind of person who would hesitate. She will find a chance to ask her after dinner. Her main task now is to eat!
Zhuxue at the next table was eating the bamboo shoots in her bowl and sighing that the bamboo shoots she dug herself tasted so delicious.
Tomorrow morning he must actively dig bamboo shoots and never be lazy again!