Chapter 447: Hoping for a Mother to Become a Phoenix in Ancient Farming Literature 11
After spending two or three months together, Chang'an had a certain understanding of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Both of them are obsessed with looks and are attracted by men's faces.
Changan thought there was nothing wrong with it, she also looked at the face.
Closer to home.
Making bread encountered a problem at the beginning: they had no milk.
There is milk in the Chang'an space, but it cannot be taken out. It is difficult to explain how milk can appear out of thin air.
Dear dad, it’s another day when I miss you.
On the way to find his old man, Gu Laoliu sneezed without warning.
He rubbed his nose and said, "It must be my fat daughter who misses me."
In the small world, Chang'an and Ye Jingshi were staring at each other in the kitchen.
They looked through all the dessert recipes, but they were always missing this or that, and nothing was perfect.
There was no butter either, which is something that can be bought at any time in modern times, but here you have to go to the grassland to buy it.
Only nomadic peoples mastered the method of extracting butter from milk.
996 spoke up at the right time, [Your Highness, butter can be replaced with vegetable oil, but the taste may not be as good as that made with butter.]
Thinking that Ye Jing's family ran an escort agency, 996 told Chang'an, "Your Highness, ask Jing Yu to ask her family to help drive a few cows back from the grassland. Make some cookies before the cows come back?"
Chang'an was silent for a while and said, "Okay."
She ran back to the room on her short legs and took out a recipe for making cookies.
"Grandma, mother, the other materials are not complete, you want to learn this first?"
Ye Jing took the paper. The prescription was written in great detail and she read it carefully.
It was simple, she thought she could do it.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law prepared the ingredients for making cookies, and they tried making some to see how they tasted.
It took several attempts before she finally made a satisfactory product. For the sake of the cow, Ye Jingshi took an old hen to her parents' home to apologize.
Changan followed her, "Tongzi, do you think something is missing?"
Then she heard the song played by 996, [A duck in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat baby on the back.]
Oh, yes, one duck is missing.
"Mom, let's go to the market and buy a duck first."
Ye Jing waved his hand carelessly and said, "No need, an old hen is enough."
When she was a girl, the only birthday gift she gave to her parents was a chicken leg. Now she gave them a whole hen to show her sincerity.
Mr. and Mrs. Jing: You are finally generous with this piece of barbecued pork.
Although Jing Yu acted as if nothing had happened, the closer she got to the Jing family's house, the more nervous she became. Ever since she had an unpleasant experience with her parents, she rarely went home.
Jing Yu stood more than ten meters away from the Jing family, not daring to move forward. She was afraid to see her parents grow old and also afraid to see their disappointed eyes.
"An An, why don't we go buy some more gifts?"
She pinched Chang'an's chubby little hand. Chang'an had eaten well and slept well in the past few months, and his whole body had expanded rapidly like a steamed bun made of leavened dough.
The white, plump and juicy little dumplings made Jing Yu always want to take a bite.
Just as the mother and daughter were about to go back to the market, the door of the Jing family opened from the inside and a middle-aged woman walked out.
When the person saw Jing Yu, she hurried over and excitedly grabbed Jing Yu's hand, "Miss?"
Jing Yu saw the person standing there in a daze, and after a while he called out, "Nurse."
"Hey! I'm glad you're back. Let's go home. The old man and the lady are always talking about you. Why are you so irritable, kid? If you say you won't come back, then don't come back."
The wet nurse held Jing Yu's hand, as if she was afraid that she would suddenly run away.
"Nurse, this is my daughter, her name is Chang'an. Chang'an, this is mother's nurse, you can call her Grandma Liu."
"Grandma Liu," Chang'an bared her eight tiny teeth and showed her signature smile.
When the wet nurse saw Chang'an's chubby body, she loved her very much and said, "Good girl, you are such a blessed child."
The two adults and one child walked into the Jing Mansion happily. The Jing family's residence was not as luxurious as other wealthy families' mansions.
As you enter the gate, you will see the martial arts training ground, where more than 30 strong men are practicing martial arts while sweating profusely.
Their movements were in unison, and it seemed that they were practicing the same martial art.
They entered the backyard from the second gate and went to the east courtyard where Madam Jing and Old Man Jing lived.
Even at the gate of the yard, the wet nurse shouted happily inside: "Madam, madam, the eldest lady is back."
A noble and elegant lady ran out from the inner room, followed by her maidservants.
When Mrs. Jing saw her little girl whom she hadn't seen for several years, she couldn't help but shed tears.
Although she was touched, she was still unforgiving. "You damned girl, you even abandoned your parents for a man. Have you lost your conscience? I raised you with my own hard work, and this is how you repay me?"
It’s not that they haven’t visited her in Yejia Village, but every time they went to Jingyu, they were never friendly to her, as if their Jing family owed her tens of millions of taels of silver.
After going there so many times, they stopped going there. During that period, they really got tired of each other.
Jing Yu knelt on the ground and admitted her mistake with tears in her eyes. When she heard her mother say that she had raised her with great difficulty, she suddenly no longer felt sad or moved.
She even said with disdain, "Mom, you actually fed me shit and urine when I was a kid? Aren't you too rude?"
Mrs. Jing's joy and excitement were instantly taken away. This hammer was a waste of her tears.
"You ate too much when you were a kid, so your brain is covered with shit."
Chang'an followed Jing Yu and knelt on the ground. She crawled forward two steps and tugged at Mrs. Jing's skirt, "Grandma, don't be angry. My mother sent you an old hen with sincerity. Please forgive her."
"My mother is not stupid. After all, the man she fell in love with was a responsible man and he was also good-looking. He just died a little early, but that's not a big deal. She will definitely live a good life in the future."
Mrs. Jing looked down at the round lump of food on the ground. It looked like the glutinous rice balls she had eaten before, so soft and sticky that it touched her heart.
She bent down and picked up Changan, "What's your name, little girl?"
"Grandma, my name is Chang'an," she put her chubby little face close to Madam Jing's face.
Mrs. Jing was overjoyed. She hugged Chang'an and went into the house, "Grandma, for Chang'an's sake, please forgive your mother this time."
I originally wanted to give Jing Yu a beating, but forget it, let’s just give her some face in front of her granddaughter.
The news of Jing Yu's return immediately spread throughout the mansion. The two elder brothers of the Jing family had gone out as escorts, and old man Jing had just returned from outside. When the younger brother Jing came home from skipping school, he heard that his sister had returned.
The boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, ran towards the east yard, jumping and skipping like a dog that had broken free from its reins.
Then I met Mr. Jing halfway.
"Hey, son, look at me getting beaten."
No matter what era it is, children who skip school will be punished by their parents with a beating.