With Su Qingluan going crazy like this, Xie Zian didn't care about making things difficult anymore. He was afraid that she would take it out on the jam, so he kept trying to persuade her with fear and fear.
At this time, he regretted very much that he just made trouble with the person in front of him because he was not happy at all - why did he make it so uncomfortable?
However, Su Qingluan was someone who didn't act according to common sense, and it was also the first time that Xie Zian saw someone acting suddenly without any warning.
He believed that he had not yet reached the level of "oppression", so why did he resist so fiercely?
Although Xie Zian was moody, he didn't really want to do anything to Su Qingluan. On the contrary, Su Qingluan was so "crazy" that he didn't dare to anger the other party so casually again.
After all, Su Qingluan wanted to make food for his grandmother. If he was in a hurry and added some ingredients to it, he really wouldn't be able to eat it and walked away.
So after a flurry of apology and apology, Su Qingluan no longer needed to kneel down or be servile. He was treated as a distinguished guest and was invited to drink tea in the side hall.
However, Su Qingluan was not proud of it. She knew very well that the reason why the other party was suddenly so polite to her was entirely because she was "useful" now - to please the elders of the Xie family.
As long as this jam can win the favor of Xie's elders and even the nobles in the capital, then even if it's Xie Zian, even if she goes to the capital, her craftsmanship will be looked down upon.
But there is always a possibility of eventuality in everything...
Su Qingluan lowered her eyes: If there is any mistake, as the direct and first responsible person, she will naturally have to bear the corresponding consequences, but her family is so innocent...
She had no intention of begging Xie Zian to be accommodating - for such a moody person, trying to reason with him was like playing the piano to an ox. Moreover, if the front foot promises something and the back foot regrets it, the other party may not do it.
To put it bluntly, she couldn't trust a capricious playboy like Xie Zian in every aspect.
But if you are someone who can trust your loved ones...
A candidate suddenly flashed in Su Qingluan's mind.
As Su Qingluan expected, although no one in the Xie family dared to treat her too lightly after she went "crazy", as soon as she left, Xie Zian's face dropped.
"But a mere folk girl, with some skill, dares to show off to me!" Xie Zian's face was very angry, "If I didn't expect her to please my grandmother with her food..."
"Don't be upset, young man..." the old housekeeper sighed, "Whether Mrs. Su's jam will please the old lady is a matter of course. Even if it does catch her eye, it's just a matter of luck. That's all. When the old lady gets over her fresh energy, won't this ungrateful little girl be at your disposal?"
"...Who is going to deal with her?" Xie Zian raised his head suspiciously.
"Ah...ah?" The old housekeeper was confused, thinking that you just looked like you wanted to peel off a layer of someone's skin, why didn't you look like you were going to deal with her?
Of course, as a servant, he could never say this clearly, so he said after careful consideration: "Of course, young man, you are magnanimous..."
Unexpectedly, Xie Zian didn't listen to what the old butler said, and kept banging the mahogany table: "The jam called 'Four Seasons' has two new flavors, and I haven't eaten them yet." But you have to watch them slip away from your eyes in vain!" Xie Zian's expression was full of unwillingness, "Two flavors, I don't know how delicious they are!"
"..." The old butler was speechless: he had overestimated the dandy young master's "filial piety" and obsession with sweets.
And if Su Qingluan knew that the reason for Xie Zian's sudden anger was that he didn't taste the latest flavor of jam, he would probably roll his eyes and then complain inwardly: What a mess! Even if it’s a “foodie’s resentment”, isn’t this a bit too willful? !
But having said that, even if she knew Xie Zian's thoughts, she didn't plan to give Xie Zian the emergency backup jam to try - from the beginning, she planned to make "Four Seasons" a unique product.
Su Qingluan carefully investigated and found out that Mrs. Xie was the legitimate daughter of the emperor's relative, and she was related to the royal family. What's more, the person she married, who was Xie Zian's grandfather, also had a title, so he was already extremely wealthy.
Such a person is certainly not short of something to eat and drink.
Looking back on the idea of luxury goods in modern times, it is not only "expensive", but more importantly, "rare", "unique", and "special" that no amount of money can buy.
Since we want to be "special", the less the better.
Su Qingluan also knew very well that in the Xie family, Mrs. Xie must be much more important than the dude Xie Zian - otherwise Xie Zian would not be easily sent to a place like Lefeng County, thousands of miles away from the capital, to "reflect on "Yes.
Since we want to develop the wild fruits of Huaxi Village as an industrial chain, we must target high-end user groups. Obviously, although Xie Zian can be considered a "rich man", he is not good enough when compared with Mrs. Xie. .
But it was said that after Su Qingluan sent the marmalade to Xie's house, it was sent back by carriage, but it was not delivered to the door of the house - because Su Guangfu and Yang led their younger brother and sister to welcome them several miles away from home, waiting eagerly. She comes back.
Seeing Su Qingluan get off the carriage, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Qingluan's eyes felt a little sore when she saw the scene in front of her, but she forced herself to hold back the sour tears - otherwise her father and mother would be worried to death.
Seeing that the carriage that brought her back was far away, Su Qingluan turned around and looked at her family, joking: "Don't you need to make mid-morning meals today? Why are you here in a daze?"
Yang stretched out her finger and tapped Su Qingluan's forehead: "You damn girl, why are we so worried? Who knows how those wealthy people can make things difficult for others..."
"Who can make things difficult for me?" Su Qingluan took Yang's arm and leaned towards her affectionately, "My craftsmanship is unique in the world, and those nobles are so greedy! They want to sacrifice me. I’m just looking forward to cooking more food for them!”
Su Qingluan praised herself to the sky and coaxed her, but it was not to brag and feel superior - she had already passed that age.
The reason why she said it so exaggeratedly was to make her parents believe that "even if she is rich and wealthy, if it is for the sake of her craftsmanship, she will not be challenged and will be treated politely."
Regardless of whether Yang and Su Guangfu believed her exaggerated statement, the two younger ones believed it.
The little girl Su Xueyan said happily: "My sister's dishes are delicious even if she cooks them with wild grass, and anyone is willing to eat them!"
Now that Su Xuanhe has gone to a school and has a little bit of "the baggage of a scholar", he is not as bold and reckless as before. He just nodded appreciatively at his sister's mindless flattery.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but raise her forehead when she saw this: Although she was essentially comforting her family, was the effect of this kind of mindless belief in her too much?
Blind personality worship is unacceptable!
The family returned home chatting and laughing, and Ms. Yang immediately started preparing for lunch.
Su Qingluan originally wanted to help, but was ordered by Yang to go back to the room to rest: "Da Ya, you have been busy all day today, and you are probably exhausted."
“But it’s very hard for grandma to work as a stall owner~”
"Just one meal, how hard can it be?" Mrs. Yang touched the top of her eldest daughter's hair, "Ms. Yun has also been helping with the work for a while today, so she's not too tired."
"Yun Niang?" Su Qingluan was surprised, "Isn't she always coming and going in a hurry, anxious to go back to take care of her father?"
There was joy in Yang's expression: "I heard that since Yun Niang took over our family's work, Yagyu Sheng feels sorry for his daughter and his mother-in-law who have to work for him. In the recent period, he has been trying his best to sit up for some time every day. Just sit. The process of getting up was very difficult, and he didn't want his daughter to see his useless side, so he simply kicked her out."
Moreover, Liu Yunniang is also a smart girl. She understands the difficulty of her father not wanting to speak out, so she always finds an excuse to go out for an hour or two.
Today I happened to pass by Su's sewer stall. Seeing that Su Qingluan was not there, I took the initiative to help.
"Speaking of it, that girl Yun Niang is really quick at work, but she took care of the work in a very orderly manner in a short time!" Yang sighed.
"Have you paid Yun Niang extra wages for today?" According to the contract between them and Yun Niang, the payment of wages only includes handling the sewerage, but does not include helping to run the sewerage stall.
Ms. Yang smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, your mother and I can't do anything wrong to that girl. I paid her wages before she left today, but that girl was too embarrassed to ask for money. We were still arguing for a long time - don't say that, that girl He looks dark and thin, but he is very strong!"
Su Qingluan thought about her first meeting with Liu Yunniang, and said that she was not surprised. After all, this girl had a lot of skills in her body.
After chatting with Mr. Yang for a while, Su Qingluan was dismissed and sent back to her room.
Su Qingluan counted on her fingers: Six days had passed since she had pickled the preserved eggs, and today was already the seventh day. It’s almost time to test the “results”.
So she turned back to the kitchen and took the jar of sealed preserved eggs from the side near the spare stove.
Yang turned her head and saw her eldest daughter squatting next to another stove pit behind her. She didn't know what she was busy with. She curiously went over to take a look and saw Su Qingluan's brown-black jar.
"What's in this jar?" Yang was a little curious, "What new things have you got?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "This thing is called 'preserved egg', also known as 'preserved egg'."
"Is it made of eggs?" Mrs. Yang laughed when she heard this, "I said there were a lot of eggs in the house, but it turned out that you, the girl, used them to make preserved eggs."
"No," Su Qingluan shook her head, "Most of them still make pickled salted eggs." Su Qingluan pointed to the jar in the bottom corner of the shelf where the cutlery is stored, "I am just doing this to satisfy my cravings - —After all, not everyone can accept this taste.”
"Oh, that's right. Your father and I went through the famine and never ate anything..." Yang fell silent mid-sentence, frowning and staring at Su Qingluan's unsealed jar - —
What is this pungent smell that's as pungent as a toilet?
