Traveling through the daily life of raising a family in ancient times

Chapter 105 Eating Hot Pot, A New Beginning

Because she was worried about the child, Song Yeqing didn't go there for long. After she went back, He Yanxin had completed the formalities with the Meng family and returned to the small courtyard.

Seeing her carrying a large bag, he opened the door wide and came to pick it up. "What did you buy? So much."

Seeing her hands again made my heart ache. "Hands are all red, why don't you put them inside and bring them back?"

Zhou Jichuan was behind, so he called the space inside.

"It's not far, it's only a short distance away." Song Yeqing shook his hand.After entering the door, she said, "Have hot pot tonight."

She also brought out the orange juice and plum wine that had been poured out of the porcelain bottle.Think of it as making up for the New Year spent on the road some time ago.

What is hot pot?Except for He Yanxin, none of them understood.

"Okay, you go sit and rest first, I'll get it done." He Yanxin's tone was half helpless and half conniving, and then he brought the things to the kitchen.

Song Yeqing pursed her lips.Why doesn't the other party seem particularly happy?

Didn't he mention this kind of weather the day before yesterday and want to eat hot pot, so he thought about it today.

This man is really strange.

After not resting for long, Song Yeqing got up and went to the kitchen.

It's not good to take out the shiny mandarin duck pot in the space.

But the child can't eat spicy food, so I used a small casserole in the kitchen to stew a chicken soup separately as the base.

He Yanxin has only eaten ready-made ones, and he doesn't know much about how to make the bottom of the pot and how to deal with beef.

Asking Zhou Jichuan to continue washing things, he made trouble with the snowflake beef on the chopping board after he finished cutting other dishes.

"Xiao Song, should I cut it into slices or lumps?" Holding the knife, he didn't know where to start, so he had to ask Song Yeqing for help.

The original owner had only eaten beef once, and he didn't know how to handle it.

Because it is not allowed to slaughter cattle privately in Da'an, you have to report to the government and get approval.

And only cattle that are old or sick and unable to work are allowed to be slaughtered for food.

"I'll do it." Song Yeqing closed the lid, washed her hands and took the knife.

Slice the fresh beef into thin slices along the grain and arrange them on a white porcelain plate.Red and white, looks very appetizing.

Find tofu again and cut it.The tofu sold here is not very tender, but it has a special mellow aroma that belongs to beans.

The vermicelli has been soaked in warm water, just wait for the pot to boil.

Her hands are fast, and she handles and arranges the ingredients one by one. It seems that she often does this kind of thing.

Song Yeqing likes to eat hot pot very much, she thinks it is delicious and smells like fireworks.

Most of the time before, she made the vegetables by herself and ate by the pot alone.

There are many rules in the Song family's old house, and it has never happened before that everyone eats hot pot together like this.

So when the two small stoves were placed on the low table, and she looked through the mist at the few people who were satisfied, her heart was filled with unknown emotions.

It seems that traveling is also very good.

He Yanxin took care of the two children, fearing that they would be scalded, so he took out the cooked dishes and put them in a large bowl outside for the two of them to eat.

Not only that, he also used serving chopsticks to scoop up cooked dishes for Song Yeqing and Zhou Jichuan.

After working for a long time, he didn't eat much by himself.

Song Yeqing poured him a glass of green plum wine, and poured orange juice for the three children.

After the house is confirmed, the busy work is about to start, and there is not much free time.So now is the time to celebrate the beginning of a new life.

"Come on, everyone, raise your glasses." He Yanxin was also happy, and asked everyone to raise their glasses.

He touched them one by one. "cheers!"

The three aboriginal children didn't know why, but they clinked glasses with him obediently and imitated his speech.

"Cheers!" He Cheng was a little excited.

"Cup Cup~" Song Chengsi couldn't wait to drink the orange juice after he finished speaking inarticulately.

Song Yeqing gave it to the two brothers before, and they all knew it was delicious.

"Cheers..." Zhou Jichuan finished hesitantly, and then drank the orange juice.

After taking a sip, his eyes widened uncontrollably, as if he had discovered a new continent.

The sweet juice is accompanied by the pulp, the entrance is smooth, and there is a special aroma.

What's this?How is it better than sugar water?Kind of like an orange, but not as sweet as an orange.

And the hot pot that Sister Song said turned out to be hot pot.

Before his father passed away, their family often ate it in winter, but it was far less delicious than what they eat now.

Zhou Jichuan ate the beef that He Yanxin gave him.There was a look of novelty and satisfaction on his face again.

This unknown meat is fat and thin, soft in the mouth, and even a little sweet.

He feels that his life now is like a dream.

Sister Song and the others didn't treat themselves as servants.Not only is he well fed and clothed now, but he has not been reduced to a lowly status.

Could it be that his parents bless him in heaven, so that he can meet such a good person?

No one noticed Zhou Jichuan's endless thoughts, here He Yanxin clinked glasses with Song Yeqing.

He Yanxin's eyes sparkled. "Cheers. Good job."

Under his scorching gaze, Song Yeqing only said slowly: "You too." Then he drank it all in one gulp.

During this period of time, he was mostly busy, and it was indeed harder than himself.

"Hurry up and eat." Song Yeqing thought for a while, and then used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken for him.Reciprocity.

The five of them swept through the remaining clouds in one meal, and swept away all the dishes.Naturally, they were full, and all of them had round bellies.

The green plum wine was not high in alcohol content, and the two of them only drank a few glasses, so they were not quite drunk.

So He Yanxin waved his hand and called Zhou Jichuan who was about to wash the dishes.

"Xiao Chuan, leave it alone, I'll come back to wash later. Let's all go out for a walk."

Just after eating, Song Chengsi was a little reluctant to walk, but he still told him to walk, and no one hugged him.

It was still early, and He Yanxin was walking beside Song Yeqing. "Let's go around the street and buy what we need."

Fucheng is open for business even at night, and it is extremely lively.

"Okay." Song Yeqing nodded.Then he remembered that after he came back, he didn't seem to say whether he had encountered anything when he went to Meng's house.

"Did you go to Meng's house today?"

He Yanxin squinted his eyes, "It's not bad." The process was indeed a bit irritating, but as long as the result is good.

He visited in the morning with the tea that Fang Xuemei sent last time.

Although those two bags of tea were not as good as those in Song Yeqing's space, they were considered high quality in this world.

After he went there, he didn't see Mrs. Meng, who was the old man's eldest daughter-in-law and Meng Shurui's mother.

It's not that people don't see him, but that he doesn't want to go.

Because the Meng family only sent an old servant to pick him up, and after entering the door, they told him a lot of precautions.

What can't be left and right, look at and walk around, you have to walk with your head down all the way.

Forget it, it can barely be said that you have to be polite when you go to someone else's house.

But the most important thing is that the other party wants him to go to the main room to greet Mrs. Meng, the kind to kneel down.

How can this be accepted.He also kowtowed to the elders in his family for New Year greetings before.But what is this old Mrs. Meng?
So He Yanxin directly refused, and only asked people to call out Meng Shurui, but he didn't go in, and just waited at the concierge.

(End of this chapter)