Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

In the entire kitchen, if Zhou Ying said he was second to none in terms of eyesight, no one would dare claim first. He noticed something the moment Jiang Shangxian entered the room. In line with his pragmatic gossip-seeking spirit and his status as the number one supporter of the Cui Jiang couple, he immediately approached with a cup of hot red date and lotus seed soup. "Master, did something good happen to you?"

Jiang Shangxian was in a very good mood. He put one hand on his waist and took the soup bowl with the other hand. After taking a few sips, he shook his head proudly and said, "You are really smart."

Zhou Ying's eyes were curved with laughter. He glanced at his brothers and sisters who were listening with their ears perked up, pretending to work, but actually eavesdropping. Humph, it had to be him!

Li Meng completely ignored this glance. He was very calm and treated Zhou Ying's occasional provocations as flirting.

But Wang Wan was getting anxious. This junior fellow always took over the flattery, not leaving any for them. We all came from the same school, so why should you be the only one doing the flattery?!

Furious, Wang Wan put down his kitchen knife and blurted out without thinking, "Master, but my master wants to propose to you!"

Zhou Ying was so shocked by these words that his eyes widened and he could hardly keep his smile. He looked at Wang Wan with eyes as sharp as knives and wanted to sew his mouth shut with a needle. It was okay to say it secretly between master and disciple, but how could he do it in front of the master?

The young lady is thin-skinned, what should I do if I get angry? !

Even Li Meng froze up, and unconsciously slowed down the movement of cutting vegetables. Originally it was chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, now it was chop... chop... chop...

Wang Wan realized belatedly that the three of them had been talking nonsense together for a long time and had accidentally blurted it out. Oh my! The fat boy was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat. He raised his hand, wiped it on his apron, and gestured to explain something, but the more nervous he was, the more flustered he became.

After glaring at him, Zhou Ying looked at Jiang Shangxian's expression and was about to find some way to make amends.

His master's originally serious face suddenly turned into an extremely obscene smile...

Oh no, it's brilliant.

Jiang Shangxian played music for a long time, his face sore from laughing. He rubbed his cheeks, coughed lightly, and put on a stern face to teach his apprentice: "It's okay to say this in front of me, but you can't say it outside. My young master is shy, what should we do if he gets embarrassed? This thing hasn't even been decided yet, so keep it to yourself, keep it to yourself, and pay attention to the impact!"

"Cough..." Li Meng was suddenly choked and coughed several times, and the kitchen knife almost cut the meat.

He stared at the kitchen knife in his hand with great concentration, not daring to look his master in the eye, but he couldn't suppress the complaints in his heart: Shouldn't the young lady be the one who is thin-skinned?

Jiang Shangxian imitated Cui Bianxu's frown and glanced at him with disdain: "How come you're such an adult, but you still choke on your own saliva? Tsk..."

Li Meng:........

There are still five days until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. During these five days, Jiang Shangxian is as happy as a puppy who doesn't have to go to work or school and can eat and drink for free at home. If he is unhappy, he will get a disease worth five thousand yuan.

Jiang's mother knew that she was going to date Cui Bianxu, so she hurried to make her a new jasmine yellow narrow-sleeved jacket with a rouge-colored chest-length skirt using the fabric Cui Bianxu gave her during the New Year.

Jiang Shangxian finished get off work on time, running home at lightning speed, humming a song. As soon as he stepped through the door, his round face raised and he started yelling, "Mother, where are my clothes?! Are they ready?! It's too late! Can I get some wisteria incense?"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Jiang's mother pushed open the door in a bad mood. In her hand was a new dress that had been wrapped in a teapot, filled with hot water, ironed, and then carefully fumigated with wisteria incense. "Here it is. Look at your messy head. Change your clothes and come over quickly. Your grandmother said she will comb your hair."

The two little ones pushed the cart to set up their stall early. Chang'an City was very lively in the past three days. If they went too late, there might not be any seats left. Jiang's mother and Old Lady Xia stayed behind to wait for her today.

"Hey! Thank you, Mom!"

Before Jiang Shangxian's hand even touched the clothes, Jiang's mother slapped it away. The back of his slightly chubby, white and tender hand immediately turned red, but Jiang's mother was not soft-hearted at all: "Hurry up and wash your hands. This material is precious. Don't wash it too much. Don't get it dirty!"

Clothes at this age will not only be easily torn if washed too many times, but will also fade. When the color fades, the clothes will look old. Good fabrics must be carefully cared for to keep them long-lasting.

Before making this dress, Jiang's mother soaked her hands in hot water to soften them, carefully trimmed the barbs, and sharpened her nails before she dared to start. She couldn't mess with these precious materials. If they got snagged accidentally, she wouldn't be able to fix it.

In fact, this material is only average for princes and nobles, but for the Jiang family, it is the best.

Jiang Shangxian, with a cheeky face, happily washed his hands three times with the still-warm water from the stove, making sure that the slightest smell of pepper, garlic, raw meat, and fish was gone. He then washed his face twice more with fresh water before happily running back. He raised his hands devoutly, lowered his head, and said in a loud voice, "Please, mother, give me some clothes~"

"What are you doing?" Jiang's mother scolded her softly, and then she couldn't help laughing.

Old Madam Xia, who was putting the finishing touches on Xia Zhenying's new dress, listened to the mother-daughter joke and said with a smile, "Don't waste any time. Hurry and change your clothes. If there's anything that doesn't fit, you can fix it now while you can."

Jiang Shangxian returned to the house holding his new clothes. He first lowered his head and took a deep breath of the fragrance of wisteria. The core material of this rosewood vine, imported from Kunlun, Indonesia, was sold very well in the spice shops in Chang'an.

Because this kind of fragrance is not very strong when used alone, but when paired with other spices, the taste will become rich and fragrant.

However, Jiang Shangxian only bought this kind of spices and did not buy any other spices. This time it was not because she was stingy, but because of her dog nose. She could not help but get a headache when using slightly stronger spices. She hoped that Cui Bianxu would be normal today and use incense as usual, otherwise she would have to struggle between getting closer to take advantage and creating beauty from distance.

Every time Jiang's mother rubbed Jiang Shangxian's back, it was not in vain. She had a very accurate grasp of her daughter's figure. The stitching of this dress was fine, and the size was just right. The cuffs and the hem were sewn up with a thin section. She was still growing, so she could wear it again after she was taller, after taking it apart and putting it aside.

After putting it on, Jiang Shangxian spun around several times, his butt sticking out this way and that, shaking his head and humming softly: "I've loved more than a hundred men~ He said I was the worst woman in the world~ I kept my innocence for him~ and closed the door to loving others~"

"Hurry up! What are you hesitating for!" Jiang's mother's loud voice penetrated the two doors and interrupted her happy singing.