Master once said: Don’t eat from time to time.
That is to say, things that are out of season should not be eaten.
But in winter and spring, wealthy families will have special greenhouses to grow some vegetables.
However, most of the green leaves we eat are onions, garlic, leeks, sunflowers and the like.
Ordinary families only have pickled vegetables and dried vegetables, and at most they can eat some bean sprouts or a piece of tofu.
But at this moment, the round table in front of Xue Baochai was full of green, even colorful.
I wonder if the method is different, but in her experience there are some things that she can’t tell what they are made of.
Seeing this, Baochai couldn't help but think of the news that Grandma Li had found out:
"After Mr. Feng took over the village, in addition to food, he also asked the villagers to grow vegetables and flowers. In just three or four years, the business became prosperous. In the past few winters, the vegetables on the tables of the big families in Jinling were still there. There are fresh flowers on display, 80% of which were grown here.”
At this time, all the dishes were served. Seeing that Xue Baochai was slightly startled, Aunt Meng quickly greeted her with a smile:
"Oh, make Miss Xue laugh! This place is not as good as your mansion. There are only some fresh things from the farmers, but they are also home-cooked dishes. Most of them are only what Brother Yuan said we dared to eat. He is very knowledgeable. Last year, I passed the Yingtian Mansion Jieyuan exam."
After a few words of greeting, Aunt Meng began to introduce again:
"This is scrambled eggs with persimmons. Originally this thing was used by rich families for viewing, but Brother Yuan said that this thing can nourish the body, not inferior to meat and eggs, and is sweet and sour, which is quite pleasant to eat."
Baochai has heard the name of persimmons, and some people also call them tomatoes. When ripe, the fruits are red and look very beautiful. Her family has grown them in summer, but she has never eaten them.
Looking at the red and yellow dishes, Baochai stretched out her chopsticks and took a bite.
There is nothing unusual about the method, but the ingredients are novel. Especially on this spring day, the sour and sweet taste is very appetizing.
"This is a courgette. Young master calls it cucumber for some reason. Growing this in winter is the most troublesome, as you have to dip the flowers into it, but it is also the most delicious..."
Next, Aunt Meng introduced them one by one, and Baochai tasted them one by one.
She is still young and has a strong mouth.
Besides, vegetables are rare in spring, and even the Xue family may not eat them so freely.
Of course, it’s not that I can’t afford it, but I’m afraid of hurting my spleen and stomach.
The jade bodies of noble people are very delicate.
However, Xue Baochai's fetus was poisoned by heat since she was a child, and she was most greedy for cold.
Eating vegetables at this time of year is extremely relaxing.
Seeing that she was eating deliciously, Aunt Meng felt relieved and smiled like an aunt.
After the meal, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.
After Aunt Meng left, Baochai relaxed completely.
She rubbed her belly gently and sighed heavily.
Ying'er, who was waiting on her, also relaxed and said with emotion:
"Who would have thought that this little Mr. Feng is not only knowledgeable, but also good at business. Unfortunately, he has lost his father and there are not many people in the clan."
This era pays attention to being well-matched.
If you have no parents and no clan members, many things will be difficult.
This is the situation that the so-called poor people have no complaints and the widowers and widowers are lonely.
Rather than being like that of later generations, a very few people even advocate "having a car and a house, and having both parents dead" when choosing a spouse.
Fortunately, Feng Yibo passed the scholar examination before his parents died, so he still had teachers and classmates.
Otherwise, he may have to keep a low income for the rest of his life, fearing that he will never be able to make a difference.
When Baochai heard Ying'er's emotion, she felt a little sad when she thought of her father's early death.
"Yes! This young Master Feng is really powerful. How great would it be if my brother could be like this?"
Hearing this, Ying'er rolled her eyes and said with a wicked smile:
"You can't be a biological brother, but you can be a love brother."
After a brief silence, Ying'er's voice of admitting her mistake came from the room.
On the other side, Aunt Meng took care of all the matters before calling Xiangling over for a lecture.
"Your name is Xiangling?"
Hearing Aunt Meng's words, Xiangling was extremely nervous and responded quickly.
"Yes! When I return to my mother, the name Xiangling was only given by the young master on the way back."
"Just call me Aunt Meng."
Aunt Meng smiled and asked: "How old are you this year and you are a stranger here?"
When Xiangling heard the question, she shook her head first and said weakly: "I...I don't remember."
These words made Aunt Meng frown slightly.
Then he seemed to be a little enlightened, but he just sighed slightly and didn't ask any more questions.
She stood up and looked around Xiangling carefully, muttering to herself:
"Well, he's really handsome. Brother Daoyuan fell in love with him at first sight, but..."
As I looked at it, I always felt that something was wrong.
"Why does it look familiar? Like I've seen it somewhere?"
She frowned and picked up Xiang Ling to look back and forth.
At this moment, Feng Yibo came in.
He first went to the accounting room with Uncle Chen to settle the accounts, and also arranged for someone to go to Jinling to investigate early tomorrow morning, and then came here after dinner.
"Brother Yuan!"
Seeing that he was coming, Aunt Meng greeted him with a smile on her face.
"I'll take her with me for a few days, and then I'll send her to you."
Feng Yibo knew that she was talking about Xiangling, and said with a smile: "Aunt Meng, please help me take care of it. There is no need to rush to the room."
Aunt Meng nodded and said to Xiangling: "Go down and let Xiaotao teach you some rules first."
Xiangling breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, nodded vigorously, and then said slowly: "Thank you Aunt Meng!"
"etc!"
Just as she was about to go out, Aunt Meng stopped her again.
"Brother Yuan has never promoted any girl before. This time I bought you back with great fanfare. Most likely, I will promote you. But I still put my words up front. Although the Feng family is not a hairpin family, Brother Yuan has always been the most important. You should understand the rules yourself."
Xiangling's face turned red when she heard this and she glanced at Feng Yibo secretly.
Seeing that he was smiling, he neither objected nor agreed.
Xiangling nodded vigorously and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Meng, Xiangling is the most obedient!"
Aunt Meng was very satisfied with this.
After Xiangling went down, she smiled and praised Feng Yibo:
"Brother Yuan is really discerning. This little girl looks no worse than those officials' ladies. If she is raised for a few more years, she will definitely be an outstanding one. No one in our house can compare with her."
Feng Yibo smiled and did not answer, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Now that everyone has bought them, they can’t be sent to be used for cooking, right?
Such rudeness cost the girl ten taels of silver.
So it goes without saying that Xiangling must be done carefully.
He has never had a personal maid because he is still young and he feels it is not appropriate to get too close to women.
If he turns eighteen this year, the seal will naturally be lifted.
Of course, Xiangling is still too young, and at most she can only serve her daily needs.
It’s just about cultivating feelings.
Feng Yibo did not dwell on this issue anymore, and changed the topic: "Aunt Meng, Miss Xue needs to pay more attention to you, and I won't be able to see her more."
"Brother Yuan, don't worry, I will definitely make arrangements."
Aunt Meng nodded first, then tentatively said:
"Brother Yuan, our family doesn't even have a mistress. How can you bring home a girl from your boudoir? Could it be that she is..."
Having said this, he turned cautious and asked:
"Our future mistress?"
