The real daughter is really not a human being

"Not selling?" Zhao Yan sighed and sounded annoyed. Why not sell it?

Zhao Yan did not intend to give up.

He knew that the little girl lived with an elder, who seemed to be an elderly woman. Children did not understand the ways of the world, but the elderly woman must know something.

Besides, they are only renting a kitchen, so they must be short of money. As long as you ask sincerely, you may get a chance.

Let the servant bring some gifts and visit sincerely, and then give some money, the host will be more or less tempted!

Zhao Yan was sitting in the house, lost in the smell of the fragrance, when Sun came back carrying oil and salt.

Because he was only staying here for a few days, Sun bought a small amount of oil and salt, which could only be put into a small bamboo tube.

Sun walked to the gate of the yard and smelled the fragrance inside and outside the yard. She didn't care. It was dinner time and many families were cooking.

As soon as the door was opened, it was clear that the entire hut was very poor, with only a broken bed and a bundle.

Smelling the stronger fragrance in the house, Sun's eyes fell on the stove. The fish and tofu were gone, the vegetables were washed, cut and placed aside, and there was a stove that was steaming.

Sun came forward in surprise and asked, "Yaoguang, did you cook the fish?"

Yaoguang nodded, "Aunt, I cooked fish soup and the pancakes are sticking to the edge of the pot."

The aroma in the house was very convincing, and Sun was not worried that Yaoguang would waste the food. She walked to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and looked at the milky white soup bubbling inside. The pancakes were sticking to the edge of the pot and were swollen!

"Our Yaoguang is so capable!" Sun said with relief.

In their countryside, children who can walk can work, and cooking is not a uncommon thing.

After a day's journey, she only ate a few dry buns and drank some cold water. Seeing that the fish soup in the pot was so well cooked, Sun quickly poured the vegetables into the pot, stirred it a few times, and gave the oil and salt she bought to Yaoguang.

"Come, you come and watch over it! My aunt is old and can't taste the food well." Sun said.

Sun is almost fifty years old this year, and her sense of taste and smell has deteriorated significantly. Although she can smell the fragrance in the house, the fragrance that is too strong for others is very bland to Sun. If others can smell ten points of fragrance, she can only smell two points.

The family she married into had some money, and she was the mistress of the household. Even in the countryside, she could eat meat once a month.

How can meat not be delicious?

So when Sun smelled the fragrance, he didn't find it strange.

Stewed meat must be delicious!

Her sense of taste has deteriorated, so everything she eats is the same to her, but young people are different, and salt is expensive, so she naturally follows the taste of a young girl.

Yaoguang can cook, so she asked Yaoguang to taste the saltiness and cook according to her taste.

The vegetables are cooked as soon as they are put into the pot, and the addition of salt makes the food tasty.

Yaoguang first brought up all the pancakes sticking to the edge of the pot, and then served the fish soup, a large bowl for each person.

Sun picked up a piece of fish belly with her chopsticks and gave it to Yaoguang. Fish belly has few bones and is suitable for children. Sun has always been very fond of her children.

Yaoguang looked at the piece of fish meat that suddenly appeared in the bowl and also picked up a piece of fish for Sun. "Aunt, eat fish."

Sun's face was full of joy. "You should eat too. Eat more to grow taller."

But as soon as Sun took the fish in her mouth, she sipped it for a long time, her mouth was full of the fresh fragrance of the fish meat, which made her feel delicious, but also more confused. Where is the fish bone?

What Yaoguang had just clipped for her was under the fish's belly, so there should be a bone there!

Sun was puzzled, so she picked up the chopsticks and poked the fish, picked up a piece of the pointed tail, put it into her bowl, and then pinched a small piece and put it into her mouth.

Sun licked the fish meat on the tip of her tongue, but still couldn't find any fish bones. Finally, she couldn't control her doubts and asked, "Is this fish boneless?"

Sun was worried that the fishmonger might have sold her fake fish.

Yaoguang glanced at the fish soup and said, "Aunt, I have removed all the fish bones."

"Take it off?" There was some disbelief on Sun's face. Do you have to remove the fish bones before eating fish?

She had never heard of such a rule, so she asked Yaoguang, "Did your grandfather teach you how to cook fish?"

The "grandfather" of Yaoguang mentioned by Sun is the old man who picked up Yaoguang.

"No."

"Where did you learn that?"

Learned it from the main brain's image? Yaoguang thought that Sun might not understand what she said, so she found a simpler reason to explain to Sun: "I learned it from a book."

Hearing this, Sun was relieved. "The book also teaches how to cook, no wonder."

Sun accepted Yaoguang's statement very calmly!

The old lady was illiterate. Even though she had lived for most of her life, she couldn't even write her own name. But the children she raised were very capable. Especially her grandson, who passed the imperial examination and went to Beijing to study.

She sent Yaoguang to school and taught her to read and write, so it was natural that Yaoguang learned to cook there. The cooking skills taught in the book must be much better than those of these illiterate old women!

Even if she could only taste a little bit of the deliciousness, Sun thought the fish soup was delicious! She ate a large bowl of it with the pancakes, and only felt relieved after watching Yaoguang finish the rest.

After the meal, Yaoguang took the initiative to help clean up the dishes. Sun was helping on the side, and when she went in and out, she didn't notice the two pairs of eyes in the yard next to her.

Zhao Yan and his servant stood at the door of the wing room for a long time. After confirming that only an old man and a young boy lived in the kitchen next door, they reluctantly inhaled the lingering fragrance in the air for a while.

Zhao Yan patted the shoulder of the book boy next to him and said, "Zhishu, tomorrow morning go buy a pound of snacks and half a basket of eggs, and make some friends with the old lady."

Zhao Yan had some understanding of the preferences of this elderly lady.

The servant nodded and planned to do it early tomorrow morning.

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The next morning, when Sun got up, she heard someone knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" Sun opened the door and saw a thin young man standing at the door, dressed neatly.

Thinking about yesterday's experience, Sun became more alert and asked, "What's the matter?"

The servant explained with a smile: "Madam, I live in this courtyard. I live in the main wing with my young master."

The book boy did not take out the gift first, but just introduced himself and his master. His master was a scholar, who was attending a literary meeting in Chizhou Prefecture to discuss poetry and prose with other scholars. They were outsiders, unfamiliar with the place, and not used to the food.

The fragrance from the kitchen yesterday made his master miss home and his family. So he asked him to come and ask if he could buy a bowl of fish soup and they were willing to pay for it!