Dressed as a peasant girl, the prince actually wants to seduce me

"Boss, give me 50 packs!"

The other diners looked at that man with strange eyes.

"You can't be like this. What will happen to others after you buy it for yourself?"

"Yeah yeah."

"We have already agreed that each person can only buy 20 bags at most. You are not a decent person, young man."

The man blushed immediately, "I have an orphanage with more children. I'm sorry I didn't know about it."

The others shut up when they heard this, and their attitude changed: "It's okay, you buy it, the child is more important."

Upon hearing this, Su Mu realized that he wanted to buy it for the children in the orphanage, and said, "Come here." He called him to the back.

"Young Master, are you from the Salesian Home?"

The young boy answered, "I opened a home for orphans with a few friends. There are more than 20 children in it."

These people are interesting.

"Why did you think of opening a Salesian home?"

The man told a story. They were all well-off, had brothers and sisters, and their family didn't ask them to do anything. All they wanted was for them to live safely and not spend money poorly.

A group of four or five men and women, eating and drinking every day and doing nothing.

"Later we heard that a young person had made a plow or something like that, so we went to the fields to take a look out of curiosity. We were really shocked, and many villagers praised her highly." The man looked surprised.

"I thought that we are not that old, so why can't we let others like and admire us? We also want people to praise us!"

"We also made some other things, but they all failed. We were frustrated on the road, but a child came to comfort us. So we had an idea and opened a Salesian home."

Thinking of the initial idea of ​​opening the orphanage, the man blushed, "We are not like that now. We are very good to the children. Those children are very sensible."

"I'll get you some more dumplings, and give the other food to the children as a token of my appreciation."

"That won't work." The man waved his hands.

"It's okay, just take it."

If you are successful, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be alone.

Although she has not reached that level, it is possible for her to send some food to the children. In the past, she also longed to have some delicious food during festivals.

"Thank you very much." The young man stood up and bowed.

Su Mu smiled and got up to get food, a lot of food.

"Can you take these?"

"Sure, I have a carriage." The young man looked at Su Mu's blushing cheeks.

"Let me help you get to the car." The young man looked frail.

"No, no, no, thanks." The young master took all the food in a panic, and even when his hands were full he still couldn't finish taking them.

Su Mu looked at the scene and chuckled, "Let's go." Su Mu walked out first.

The young master followed Su Mu carrying the remaining things.

"Girl, it's this carriage."

He put all the things into the carriage one by one, "Thank you so much, young lady." The young man thanked her again with a red face.

"It's okay." Su Mu waved and went back.

The young master looked at Su Mu's back, packed up his food and left.

The shop was still very busy and after a while all the dumplings were sold out.

"I'm very sorry, the dumplings are sold out."

"Ah!" The man couldn't believe it, "I came here so fast, but I still haven't bought it."

"Do you still have that green onion?"

"Yes, there are still green onions."

"Give me two scallions, and I'll go home and make my own. It's sure to be delicious, too."

When the people behind heard this, they also came over to buy onions.

Later, after the beginning of winter, the Su family's recipes gradually reduced the sale of green onions. After all, this was a food shop, so how could it make sense to keep selling vegetables?

But the diners were not happy. They said the supply of green onions could not be stopped. We still needed to buy more! The green onions continued to be sold.

Fast forward to the present, Sumu returns home and sees baskets of duck eggs in the yard.

"Mumu is back?"

"These duck eggs were sent by Aunt Wu. Didn't you ask for duck eggs the other day? She delivered them today."

"Mumu, how do we eat these duck eggs?" Wang thought of the braised eggs, "Should we braise these too?"

"Mom, let's make salted duck eggs."

"Okay! We'll do whatever Mumu says."

"Salted duck eggs are best pickled around the Qingming Festival, but we don't have to follow that time."

Several people squatted and carefully washed the duck eggs, fearing that they would be accidentally broken.

"Little sister, what do salted duck eggs look like?"

In the past, I only ate eggs occasionally, so how could I possibly pickle salted duck eggs? So I have no idea what salted duck eggs taste like.

"After the salted duck eggs are pickled, they are salty. When you poke the duck egg yolk with chopsticks, it oozes out oil. It is rosy in color and has lots of oil!"

"Can you still get oil from duck eggs? Is it the same oil we eat?"

"It's not the oil for eating, but the oil in duck eggs. It's very fragrant. Duck egg yolks paired with steamed buns and white porridge are delicious just thinking about it."

After cleaning the duck eggs, wipe each one dry.

Put it in the sun to dry. It doesn’t have to be dried for a long time, but it must be dried so that more oil can be produced.

"Third brother, let's go dig some yellow mud!"

"Wrapped in mud like beggar's chicken?"

Su An took a small hoe and a small backpack and went to dig the soil together.

"Yes, the yellow mud used for duck eggs needs to be thinner."

The two dug a basket of mud and asked, "Is this enough, little sister?"

"It's OK. There's not much yellow mud left."

Crush the yellow mud into powder without particles, add salt and a little white wine to remove the fishy smell and enhance the fragrance, stir evenly, then add cold boiled water to the yellow mud to make it into a paste.

The two of them started stirring it directly, and their hands were covered with yellow mud.

Roll the duck eggs in white wine to release more oil. After drying, roll them in white wine again and then you can directly coat them with yellow mud.

"Little sister, can I wrap it with this yellow mud?" Su An held a duck egg covered with thick yellow mud in his hand, which was comparable to the mud of a beggar's chicken.

"You can just use a thinner layer of mud."

"Okay." The third brother continued to wrap the mud.

Place the duck eggs wrapped in yellow mud neatly into the jar one by one, seal the jar tightly to prevent water loss, place it in a dark place, and pickle it for a month before eating.

Some will also wrap some wood ash, which is the most traditional method of pickling duck eggs. There are other methods such as soaking them in salt water.

Su Mu threw the duck eggs directly into the space. It was impossible for her to keep them here for a month.

"We just need to wash these duck eggs and boil them before we eat them."

"My little sister has some yellow mud left here, would you like some?"

The two looked at the eggs next to them, and Su An asked tentatively: "Try it?"

"Okay." Su Mu had never tried pickling eggs and didn't know if it was possible.

The two of them used up all the remaining yellow mud and pickled a small jar of salted eggs.