food color and fragrance

Chapter 31

Sun Yaocai did not come to class from the second day. According to Yang Zhiyuan's narration, it was Sun Dianshi who asked him for leave, saying that Sun Yaocai had a cold and had to rest for a few days.

Yang Zhiyuan also didn't want to have more contact with Sun Dianshi, so he just exchanged a few words and gave up, but he left earlier and returned later every day in the following days.

The Sanskrit sound did not break through, and he knew that the old man was avoiding the Chen family, mainly the young lady of the Chen family.

Yang Zhiyuan continued, Sanskrit was very supportive, after all he has been single for many years, and people without care around him are lonely, Sanskrit understands better, Yang Zhiyuan sometimes wants to find someone to confide in, but she is a daughter, only when the father can't help it Talk to her a few words.

The daughter can be a little padded jacket, but she can't be a spiritual support.

But I have to pick someone for the sequel, let's forget about someone from the Chen family, let's not mention Ms. Chen, Mrs. Chen's mother-in-law alone, I'm afraid my father can't stand it, who wants to recruit a vicious dominatrix into the house? ?And still marry one and give one away, the two families are separated by a wall.

Sanskrit touched his head, and there was a slight hair stubble, but he could only feel it.

How does hair grow so slowly?

"Sister Huailiu, I'm coming!"

Er Fatty yelled loudly before entering the door. After spending a few days with Sanskrit, he was no longer as cowardly and cowardly as before. Sanskrit indulged him and played with him, but he did not allow him to be negligent in reading and writing, and made mistakes easily. It's a beater.

Er Fatty was beaten, and after crying twice, he didn't dare anymore. This senior sister is not his own mother, let alone shed two tears, she didn't feel bad when she cried for two hours.

As long as he completes his homework honestly, this senior sister will still let him play, tell him some weird stories, and make his favorite noodles.

Sanskrit turned his head to look at the door, and saw a little fat man walking towards him waddlingly, with a smile on his face, and asked him, "Can you read all the characters you learned yesterday? Do you remember it today?"

"Should...know all of them, right?" Er Fatty agreed without daring to pat his chest, and at the end he felt a little weak, "Sister Huailiu, did Xiao Mahe see through the mole in the army that you talked about yesterday? You have to continue talking today. .”

"You can recognize all the characters from yesterday, and after you write three articles and finish today's lesson, I'll explain it to you." After Sanskrit finished speaking, Er Fatty's fat face shuddered a few times, scratching the back of his head, "Then... …Then what are we having for lunch today? Are there still crabs?”

Sanskrit smiled and flicked his little forehead, took his little hand into the house, Liu An obediently arranged all the eating utensils brought from home, wiped his hands, and quickly ran into the house to move a small bench to listen.

Since the last time Yang Zhiyuan allowed him to learn to read together, Liu An has been working hard, never talking back to Sanskrit, and working extraordinarily hard.

Fanyin didn't treat him harshly, and taught him attentively. Although Liu An was a little tricky, he was a child with no bad intentions. He helped the family with a lot of hard work every day, which saved Fanyin a lot of trouble.

Time passed quickly, at noon Sanskrit cooked the meal himself, and the three gathered around to eat together.

Er Fatty's mouth was full of juice, because he had started to lose his teeth, and he couldn't bear the soup, "Sister Huailiu, today's meatballs are really delicious."

"It's not meat." Sanskrit pointed to the ingredients, "I'm a vegetarian, it's not like you don't know."

"Ah?" Er Fatty stopped talking, and carefully poked the "meat" in the bowl with his chopsticks, "What is that?"

Liu An also followed closely and took a bite, "Tofu?"

"You're so smart, you actually figured it out?" Sanskrit made tofu balls, drained the tofu, and stirred them into mashed tofu, then added pepper juice, minced ginger, salt, spice powder, and flour, and then scooped them into balls , and then dipped in dry steamed bun residue and deep-fried in oil, sprinkled with juice after deep-fried, the color is golden red, the skin is crispy, very sweet.

Because seasoning is Sanskrit's specialty, the meatballs taste like meatballs, which Erpang and Liu An didn't notice.

"If you don't tell me, I'll treat you like a meatball, and say why you suddenly became enlightened today and don't eat vegetarian food!" Liu An strengthened his courage, and seeing that Er Pangyu was eating deliciously, he said with a smile : "No wonder our wife said that the young master looks thinner these days, but he hasn't clamored to eat meat. It's all thanks to you."

Liu An's flattering Sanskrit voice was very comfortable, "Your young master has too much meat, you should lose some weight, otherwise it will be bad for your body growth, and now you are as fat as a ball at the age of five, how can you beat others in fights in the future? "

"And me, how can I let the young master be beaten?" Liu An immediately patted his chest and offered his loyalty.

Sanskrit looked at him and said, "What if you can't even beat me?"

"Then there are still young master and master."

"Your eldest and young masters are only older than him in age, but your master is not young anymore." Sanskrit put down his chopsticks, looked at the two of them and said seriously: "There are people outside of people, and there are people your master can't afford to offend. The person who is still alive, you still have to rely on your young master's ability, otherwise, who can protect him for the rest of his life?"

Liu An fell silent. He was peeping at Er Pang from the corner of his eye. Er Pang was just staring at food. At his age, he couldn't fully understand the meaning of this sentence.

After eating, Sanskrit smiled and cleaned up the dishes, and let Erpang go to sleep for a while, while she taught Liu An how to write.

One day passed quickly, Liu An brought Er Fatty back to Zhang's mansion, just in time for County Captain Zhang to come back from outside, so he called him over for questioning.

"How has your second young master been doing these two days? What have you been doing since you went to Yang's house? Tell me carefully."

Zhang Xianwei asked, Liu An didn't dare to hide anything, but his joyful smile made Zhang Xianwei feel relieved.

"Miss Yang has been teaching the young master how to read and write these days, and she also tells stories to the young master. She is a learned lady, because no matter what she asks, she seems to be able to tell some truth. The second young master likes it very much. She can eat two big bowls of rice every day at noon, Miss Yang's craftsmanship is really good, she can make vegetarian dishes more delicious than meat."

Seeing Lieutenant Zhang frowned, Liu An hastily added:

"However, the second young master is also afraid of Miss Yang's family, because if the young master forgets the words taught the day before, or makes a mistake, he will be punished. The beating with the hand is so cruel. The young master cried twice."

Liu An couldn't help shrinking his neck at the end, because if he didn't learn well, he would still be beaten!

"Oh, why didn't you tell me about this? Why is she still beating the child!" Mrs. Zhang was listening at the side, but she stared at Liu An at the end, and said to Zhang Xianwei:

"Master, you have to tell me, our Wen Gu is only five years old, I said why Wen Gu has lost weight these days, co-authoring is suffering."

"Okay, you bitch know what a fart! You are used to this child growing up like this today. He eats enough and sleeps soundly at home, but it's a pity that he can't even count." Zhang Xianwei scolded a few words Mrs. Zhang didn't dare to say any more, and looked at Liu An with resentment.

Liu An said with a bitter face: "Ma'am, I'm not a slave, but the young master is really happy. Although he was punished twice by Miss Yang's family, he will do well in the future. When he wakes up in the morning, he will read what he learned yesterday. , just because I'm afraid I'll offend Miss Yang's family..."

Mrs. Zhang showed a strange look, "It's still like this?"

"How dare the slave lie to you? If the young master was bullied, the slave would have come back to file a complaint. How can the young master be wronged?" Liu An smiled flatteringly, while Captain Zhang was silent for a moment, and continued to ask:
"What else did you say?"

Liu An pondered for a while, then suddenly remembered what he said today, "During dinner today, the young lady of the Yang family suddenly said that the young master should lose weight, otherwise he would not be able to beat others in future fights, so the slave replied to her, there are still slaves, the Yang family The lady said that no one can protect the young master for a lifetime, and he has to rely on himself..."

"The slave doesn't dare to talk anymore, it seems... It seems that what Miss Yang said makes sense." Liu An stopped talking, and only waited for the master and madam to ask again.

Zhang Xianwei couldn't help being more interested in his last words, "She is a sensible girl, and my son is relieved to follow her."

"Master, didn't you say Master Yang taught the class himself? Now the child follows his daughter?" Mrs. Zhang still complained, "What can a girl know?"

"Anyway, you know better than you!" Commander Zhang ordered, "You might as well bring some more household items when you go in the future. It's not easy for a girl. Yang Zhiyuan doesn't even have a poor bastard. Just one child in the family is enough. hard."

"Okay, I will do it when I know." Although Mrs. Zhang can't read a single word, she is a straightforward woman who trusts her man even more, as long as the man asks her to do it, she will do it.

County Captain Zhang thought about it for a while, and told Liu An: "When you go tomorrow, you tell Yang Huailiu that the county magistrate's birthday will be ten days away, and the banquet at home should be said casually, not as a special pass."

"Slave understands." Liu An took the words and immediately withdrew.

"It's your birthday?"

In the afternoon of the next day, when Erpang and Liu An were about to leave, Fanyin couldn't help being surprised when Liu An said that the master was busy preparing for the magistrate's birthday.

"Yeah, our wife is also busy. The magistrate doesn't post posts, but every year the county magistrates go there." Liu An gathered his things and carried them on his back, "It seems that even our young master wants to Take it together, this time it's a whole year old, I won't be able to come to you for those two days."

"I see, you guys go first, be careful on the road." Fanyin sent them out, and couldn't help but go back to the house to think carefully.

The county magistrate's son has never come to ask his father for advice, and in the past few days, people in the Chen family have made excuses to investigate.

The matter of birthday can be big or small, it seems that this matter needs to be carefully planned, if we can make good friends with the county magistrate, the Chen family's affairs will not be a worry for the time being, and it will be possible to delay it for a while For a while, is it better than having a wolf staring at you every day?
When Yang Zhiyuan came back in the evening, Fanyin told him what he had heard today.

"It's my birthday? Why haven't I heard of it?" Yang Zhiyuan's face was full of astonishment, and Sanskrit couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "My daughter thinks that Captain Zhang sent a message from a book boy just to tell you."

Yang Zhiyuan nodded again and again, "I have been dragged by Wu Xiancheng to do things these days, and I haven't been able to spare time to chat with him. When is my birthday?"

"Ten days later?" Sanskrit pinched his fingers and counted, and Yang Zhiyuan also counted.

"Have you paid your salary?"

"It's the second day of pay!"

The father and daughter spoke in unison, then looked at each other and smiled wryly, cooperating with one month's salary is not enough to save half a penny, going in from the left pocket, out of the right pocket, maybe a little more.

Hard days, when will it be a head!
(End of this chapter)