Yang Xiu rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Those packages of Fuling mustard in bright red packages were still lying quietly under the bench.
"What the hell, what the hell!"
Yang Xiu was very sure that he didn't find anything at all when he rummaged through the haystack of the oxcart.
Now this Fuling mustard appeared in front of him out of thin air like a ghost.
"Am I getting old?" Yang Xiu began to doubt his eyes.
But the next second Yang Xiu denied his doubts.
"Impossible, it must not be a problem with my eyes. I am only in my early thirties, how could I be dazzled!"
Yang Xiu picked up the Fuling mustard from the ox cart with trembling hands, and walked into the house with anxiety.
Just halfway through, Yang Xiu turned back.
Once again, he carefully rummaged through the cart to see if there was anything else inside.
This time Yang Xiu searched even more carefully than last time.
After making sure there was nothing else, Yang Xiucai returned to the house tremblingly.
Yang Xiu placed the Fuling mustard in his hand in front of Zhou Yi, and with the last step, he said, "Master, I brought the Fuling mustard you mentioned."
With a tear, Zhou Yi tore open a pack of Fuling mustard and poured it into the porridge beside him.
After Zhou Yi left another bag of mustard for Yang Xiu, he handed the remaining mustard to Yang Xiu and said, "Send this mustard to the grandfather and grandson so that they can taste it too. They probably don't have it." Let’s get some food for dinner.”
Just as Zhou Yi thought, Old Man Ding, his grandfather and his grandson were almost out of food, let alone vegetables.
At this moment, Old Man Ding and his grandson were holding small bowls and savoring the porridge in their hands.
Old man Ding was still telling his grandson: "My dear grandson, drink slowly and taste it carefully. This is a fine grain that only the rich and powerful can afford!"
I have to say that this refined grain is different. Compared with the coarse wheat that the grandfather and grandson ate before, it not only tastes sweet and delicious, but also tastes as smooth as silk without getting stuck in the throat.
The grandfather and grandson tasted the rice porridge in small sips. The happiness and sweet taste made them feel as if they were living like emperors.
Yang Xiu pushed open the kitchen door and made a creaking sound. This sound interrupted the grandfather and grandson's imagination of the emperor's life.
When Old Man Ding saw Yang Xiu come in, he immediately stood up to greet him and said, "Sir, is there anything else you need help from?"
Yang Xiu shook his head, handed the Fuling mustard in his hand to Old Man Ding, and said, "My young master guessed that you guys don't have food for dinner, so he asked me to bring you a few packs of Fuling mustard."
After Old Man Ding took the Fuling mustard from Yang Xiu, he thanked him profusely.
After Yang Xiu walked out of the kitchen, Old Man Ding carefully opened the package of Fuling mustard after looking at it for a while.
Old man Ding dipped his wrinkled hands into some Fuling mustard to taste.
The next second, Old Man Ding's pupils dilated sharply, revealing an incredible look.
"This is…"
"It's salt, that's right, it's salt."
"The mustard that the adult just sent had salt in it."
If Zhou Yi was in the kitchen at this moment, he would definitely be shocked by their fuss.
This salt was common before Zhou Yi traveled through it, and it is no longer common. That stuff costs one yuan a pack, so you can buy whatever you want.
Some nutritionists also warn the general public not to eat too much food with high salt content, otherwise it may easily cause diseases such as high blood pressure.
But the world is still in a feudal and backward era, and sometimes a handful of salt is even more valuable than a life.
Old Man Ding carefully took out a long piece of mustard and threw it into his grandson's bowl. He found a short piece of mustard in the bag and put it into his own bowl. Finally, he did not forget to put his fingers on the hot porridge. Rinse it twice in a bowl to rinse away the salt and oily water remaining on your fingers.
Looking at the little oil floating in the bowl, Old Man Ding couldn't help but sigh: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this rich man really doesn't know how to live. There is actually both oil and salt in this dish. What a luxury!"
Grandson Ding Goudan's mouth watered when he put the shiny mustard in the bowl. He couldn't help but asked: "Grandpa, can I eat it now?"
Old Man Ding nodded again, and just as he was about to tell him to eat more carefully and savor the deliciousness of the pickled mustard, his grandson Ding Goudan took one piece of pickled mustard and bit it into his mouth.
There was a crunching sound, and Ding Goudan felt that he had tasted the delicious food in the world.
Looking at the torn bag of Fuling mustard, grandson Ding Goudan looked at his grandfather eagerly and whispered: "Grandpa, this Fuling mustard is delicious!"
"I want more!"
Old Man Ding sighed and murmured: "If oil and salt are put in this dish, how can it not be delicious?"
Looking at his grandson's pitiful eyes, old man Ding reluctantly took out two longer pickles and put them into his grandson's bowl.
But this time he didn't rinse his fingers in his grandson's bowl. Instead, he sucked off the salt and the meager amount of grease on his fingers.
After Yang Xiu came back, he told Zhou Yi that he saw old man Ding and his grandson drinking porridge from small bowls in the kitchen.
Zhou Yi felt full after drinking a few more mouthfuls of porridge, so he said to Yang Xiu, "I've already eaten. Yang Xiu, you can eat the rest for me!"
"If you can't eat these two big bowls of porridge, then share some with the grandfather and grandson!"
Zhou Yi actually didn't drink much porridge. He only drank a few mouthfuls of his own bowl of porridge, not even 1/4. Even the leftovers from Zhou Yi were enough for Yang Xiu to drink to his fill.
In Yang Xiu's opinion, the young master's behavior was entirely motivated by good intentions. He had tried to persuade him in the past, but he couldn't persuade him at all.
So Yang Xiu could only take the untouched bowl of porridge and send it to Old Man Ding and his grandson again.
How did Yang Xiu know that the Zhou Yi who traveled through time was not what he thought at all, but that his weak body really made him unable to eat so much. The idea of being so kind-hearted was just Yang Xiu's passionate imagination.
When Yang Xiu returned to the room, Zhou Yi had fallen asleep peacefully, and now Yang Xiu could finally have a good dinner.
When Yang Xiu took a big sip of the soft porridge, the sweetness of the rice instantly surged in his mouth.
Taking another bite of bright Fuling mustard, Yang Xiu felt as if he had entered the kingdom of heaven at this moment. Warmth, sweetness and the full sense of happiness directly enveloped Yang Xiu's whole person.
Suddenly, a bold idea burst out of Yang Xiu's mind - his young master could conjure these fine grains and delicious mustards out of thin air, either because of the help of gods or because of destiny.
"Yes, that must be the case. The young master must have a destiny!"
This bold idea took root deeply in Yang Xiu's heart.
