Rebirth farming and raising buns

Chapter 119 Delicious
Xiao Zijun is not yet three years old. Although he can speak and walk quickly, he still doesn't understand this strange name. Hearing Zhao Jin ask?
I can't blame Xiao Zijun for not knowing what "father" is, because Lin Shuang never taught him, and because Lin Shuang hated Zijun's biological father, so he didn't want to mention it if he didn't mention it. Naturally, when Xiao Zijun was learning to speak, Lin Shuang never said such a word.

"Does Zijun only live with his mother?" Seeing that the child didn't understand, Zhao Jin changed his question.

Zijun nodded vigorously: "Yes, Junjun lives with mother, and Junjun likes mother the most." A smile appeared on his little face.

"Then what's your name?"

"Mother said, Junjun's name is Lin Zijun." Xiao Zijun replied seriously, because Mother said that names are very important, so you must remember them yourself.

Lin Shuang, her child's name is Lin Zijun, which follows her surname.

Zhao Jin didn't know why, and a thought of exploring crossed her mind.

What kind of reason did she bring her son by herself?

Originally, Zhao Jin thought that Lin Shuang might have lost her husband early, or she moved to this border area alone, or her husband might have been conscripted.

But no matter what, the child should follow the husband's surname, but now the child doesn't know that he has a father, and even the surname follows Lin Shuang, which only shows that there must be some reason between Lin Shuang and the child's father.

Either the child's father is a person whose surname cannot be disclosed, so the child follows her surname.What's more, she didn't have any affection for the child's father at all, so she didn't tell the child that he had a father.

But if the child's father is really a person whose surname cannot be disclosed, Lin Shuang would not be able to take over the land with such a big fanfare, cooperate with them, and even sign a contract through the government.

So there is only the latter possibility.

After listening to Xiao Zijun's words, Zhao Jin quickly analyzed Lin Shuang's situation in her mind. For some reason, when she came to this result, Zhao Jin's heart became a little excited.

"Mr. Jin, did Zijun bother you just now? Come and have a rest, I pickled the sweet wild fruit myself, you can try it." Lin Shuang came in at some point, saw Zijun pestering Zhao Jin, and smiled said.

"No, no, Junjun is very cute and a sensible child." Zhao Jin looked at Lin Shuang, but couldn't help being attracted by the bright red fruit in Lin's hands: "This is...?"

"Wow! It's a sweet wild fruit." Xiao Zijun was very happy, and hurried over to ask for it from Lin's hands, and carefully brought it to Zhao Jin like a treasure: "Try it, uncle, this is delicious. Mother did it."

"Don't make trouble, Junjun, go get the bamboo sticks." Lin Shuang said with a smile when he saw his son holding the plate high.

Xiao Zijun put the plate on the table and ran out. After a while, he came in with a bamboo stick and handed it to Zhao Jin: "Uncle, you stick it with this to eat."

This is what Lin Shuang came up with.

Because the fruit was slightly sour, Lin Shuang boiled some sweet juice and dipped it in the fruit. Unexpectedly, the sweet juice turned into a hard shell like ice flakes after it cooled, which added a more flavor.

It’s just that this kind of thing has been stored for a long time, and it can only be eaten when it has just formed a layer of sugar ice. It will melt after a long time, and it will be very sticky after eating it with hands. Tie it up and eat it.

Zhao Jin felt that it was fresh, so she took a bamboo stick and tied one into her mouth.

Unexpectedly, the taste was very special, he had never eaten such a thing before.

The sugar shell on the outside is sweet and crisp, and the wild fruit inside has been washed clean and the stems on the side have been picked out. Moreover, this kind of wild fruit has a thin layer of skin on the outside and a bag of juice inside. When you bite like this, the sour The sour juice bursts out, but it is mixed with the outer sugar shell. The sweet and sour taste is really delicious.

What's more, Lin Shuang's serving it now can be regarded as an appetizer for the next dish.

Zhao Jin couldn't help but ate another one, narrowing her eyes slightly, as if she was enjoying it.After all, he is also the Ninth Prince of the dynasty, and he has never eaten such a delicious and strange food.

"Uncle, is my mother's cooking delicious?" Xiao Zijun watched Zhao Jin eat two, looked at Zhao Jin with bright eyes, and looked forward to his answer.

"It's delicious, it's really delicious." Zhao Jin hurriedly said to Xiao Zijun.

"My mother will make a lot of delicious food! Uncle, mother said thank you for the uncle who invited us to dinner yesterday, but Junjun thinks that mother's cooking is the best." Boy Jun raised his little face proudly.

Zhao Jin couldn't help pinching that round face with her hands: "That's right, Junjun is right, your mother's cooking is even more delicious than that restaurant's cooking."

Lin Shuang had gone out and brought in another five-grain soup. She was worried that the food was too sweet for Zhao Jin to eat. After all, children like this kind of food more. She didn't expect to hear Zhao Jin's words when she came in with the soup.

"Young Master Jin laughed, the child's words are a bit exaggerated."

"No, Shuangniang, what you cook is really delicious." Zhao Jin followed the voice and replied to Lin Shuang sincerely.

Faced with such earnest praise from others, Lin Shuang was a little embarrassed: "Since it suits Mr. Jin's taste, please ask Mr. Jin to eat more. This is five grain soup. If it is too sweet, you can drink some."

This is said to be a five-grain soup, but it is actually similar to a five-grain paste.

Because it is made from the flour of many kinds of grains. When Xiao Zijun was young, he couldn’t eat much, so Lin Shuang went to the street and bought a small stone mill. He ground some rice into flour, and washed it for him. Son eats.

But later, Lin Shuang found that diluting the paste would help digestion, and it was very fragrant, so he also brought the small stone mill with him when he moved this time.

Dishes were served one after another, and Zhao Jin found that many of these dishes were unfamiliar to him, but they tasted very delicious.

For this meal, even Zhao Jin himself did not expect that he actually ate so many dishes, but every dish was so to his liking, as if this person was born to cater for his taste.

"Mr. Jin, they are all simple and plain food, are you still used to it?" It was already a quarter of noon when Lin Shuang finished the last dish, because she thought that Zhao Jin brought more people, so she cooked more.

Who knew that it was only after finishing that that Mr. Jin didn't seem to intend to let his subordinates eat along with him. Only Lu Cheng and one other person stayed in the room, so they also ate some.

"Shuang Niang, you have worked so hard and done so much, come and sit down!" Zhao Jin felt a little embarrassed at the moment, she just wanted to try Lin Shuang's craftsmanship on a whim, but now it seems that Lin Shuang is busy broken.

"It's nothing, Mr. Jin rarely comes to the humble house, so Lin Shuang naturally wants to show his friendship as the landlord."

"What if I come here often in the future?"

(End of this chapter)