My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

As for Lu Zhenzhen, she rode in a carriage for about half an hour and then stopped.

Huang Chunsheng came over cautiously and reported: "Madam, we have arrived."

Lu Zhenzhen was surrounded by several maids. When she got off the carriage, she saw a small farm that didn't look very big.

However, in the small courtyard with three entrances, there is a large longan tree planted at the door. It is locally called Shixia and is already full of fruits. One can imagine what a grand scene it will be when the fruits are ripe.

The yard was very clean, with a stone path in the middle.

There are papaya trees planted on both sides of the road, as well as a few unrecognizable fruit trees.

Although it is not yet noon, it is already hot and stuffy.

Once inside the yard, it was quite cool in the shade of the corridor.

Lu Zhenzhen asked her servants to pack the luggage, and she took Dingxiang for a walk around the yard.

I'm quite satisfied with it. It's very clean and has everything I need for daily use.

You can just stay there and open fire without any problem.

When Lu Zhenzhen came out, Huang Chunsheng had already been sent away.

Tang Liang's 300 or so men naturally couldn't all follow Lu Zhenzhen. Firstly, the manor couldn't accommodate them all, and secondly, it would attract too much attention.

It was understandable that he had only picked about fifty or sixty people to follow Lu Zhenzhen.

At this moment, he was very busy. He had to arrange accommodation for himself and his subordinates, and also arrange for the rest of the people to live in other farms without anyone knowing.

After he arranged the people on his side, he thought of Lu Zhenzhen and was about to ask her if there was anything she could help with.

Lu Zhenzhen has sent someone to deliver two large buckets of mung bean water chilled with well water.

The weather in South Vietnam was hot and humid. Before noon, everyone's clothes were soaked with sweat.

The air was also humid and sticky, making people feel uncomfortable.

Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw the two buckets of mung bean water.

Tang Liang had long been tortured by the hot and humid weather. He felt dry mouth and annoyed. He scooped a bowl first. It tasted cool and sweet, probably because of the licorice.

After one bowl, I felt much better.

Seeing how contented he was, his subordinates rushed over and snatched up the two buckets of mung bean and licorice water in an instant.

After drinking the mung bean water, everyone leaned against the porch to enjoy the fresh air. Someone couldn't help but complain: "This South Vietnam is too hot and stuffy, so stuffy and humid, it feels so hot that I can't even breathe——"

This remark immediately resonated with everyone: "Exactly, the food is different from ours. The boiled chicken is served freshly cut with the bones still bloody."

"And that wine, they actually put pork in it. That's the first time I've heard of that."

"And that barbecued pork, why is it so sweet?"

"Boss, how long are we going to stay in South Vietnam? It's all right, but the humidity is giving me rashes all over my body. I can't eat or sleep well, and it's really uncomfortable."

"Yes yes yes..."

Tang Liang rolled his eyes. How could he know how long he would have to stay in South Vietnam? He could only return after completing his mission. God only knew how long it would take to complete the mission!

A few days ago, I thought I would be happy to be Fu Zhiyi's personal soldier for the rest of my life if I could eat the food cooked by Fu Zhiyi's chef.

But after entering South Vietnam, the food prepared by Fu Zhiyi's family became increasingly simple. Their main focus? Freshness and sweetness! Everything was fresh, sweet, and authentic.

He was eating so much that he was almost crazy and felt like he was almost dead.

He once followed Chef Chen to the dock to buy vegetables, and he had a real look at it.

The vegetables should be freshly picked from the garden and still covered with dew.

All the chickens, ducks and fish must be fresh and lively.

When making chicken soup, they put some strange tree roots and other things in it, which made him afraid to drink it.

The more he ate, the blander the taste became. He missed the Beijing fried noodles, the pancakes, and the braised pork elbow...

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly smelled the familiar smell of fried sauce and the long-lost smell of fried oil and chili peppers.

Not to mention him, everyone else was also attracted by the smell and kept sniffing.

Then I saw someone carrying two large buckets of noodles from the back, and several large basins. One basin contained fried meat sauce, one contained chili oil, and another contained shredded cucumber.

A group of people who originally had no appetite, smelled the smell and sat up in shock as if they were dying.

He rushed over in one quick step, his mouth watering.

Each person has a bowl of noodles, and can add their own fried sauce and pour oil or chili as desired.

As soon as I took a bite, tears came to my eyes. It was this familiar taste that I hadn’t tasted for a long time.

Many of them were crying while eating, which made people laugh and feel sad at the same time.

When the person who delivered the food went back and learned from Lu Zhenzhen, Lu Zhenzhen was also happy.

She and Fu Zhiyi were fine. Their daily diet was light, and both of them had very broad tastes. They were used to the delicacies of the capital, and they could easily accept the local delicacies of South Vietnam.

So there is no pressure to eat Chef Chen’s local dishes.

Tang Liang and his group, on the other hand, were mostly from the capital, and they really couldn't get used to the food in Nanyue after being transferred thousands of miles away.

Not to mention them, even Haitang and the others couldn't get used to the food and lost a lot of weight along the way.

Therefore, today Lu Zhenzhen asked Chef Chen to prepare a meal of Beijing-style noodles with soybean paste, and everyone really enjoyed it.

Even Haitang and the other eldest girls, who usually only have one bowl of rice, finished two bowls of noodles today and still felt unsatisfied.

For a moment, Lu Zhenzhen felt like a servant following her master. She had a big appetite, and it seemed that her personal maids also had increased their appetites.

After lunch, Lu Zhenzhen took a break as usual.

The room had been tidied up long ago. There was a bamboo couch next to the window, and the windows were covered with gauze to prevent mosquitoes from coming in.

The house was also lit with the insect repellent incense prepared by Qi Chaihu.

The windows and doors were open to let the wind in, making the room seem less hot.

Normally, it would be so hot in the capital that an ice basin should be placed in the house, but the weather in South Vietnam is very hot and there is almost no snow in winter, let alone ice.

We can only use human power to fan.

She silently repeated three times that if she calmed down she would feel cooler, but Lu Zhenzhen didn't feel any cooler even when she lay on the couch.

When she opened her eyes, Dingxiang and Haitang were fanning her, and she didn't even care about the hot sweat rolling down her face.

It had only been half a day, and the two girls' backs were soaked with sweat.

Lu Zhenzhen stood up, grabbed the fan, and fanned herself twice: "No need to fan me, just take care of yourself."

It was so hot that I couldn't sleep, so I just got up and took a walk.

After finally getting to the backyard, I saw a small door on the side. I asked someone to open the small door and all the doors and windows in front and back.

A draft blew through the corridor, and Lu Zhenzhen finally felt a hint of coolness.

I finally understand why there is a small door in each of the three courtyards. I guess it is for ventilation, right?