Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

After Zhan Zheng left that day, Yin Yin thought he would find various excuses to come to the manor, but she didn't see him for a whole month.

Meanwhile, Yu Miaoqi, who was somewhat worried about Yin Yin, was having so much fun at the manor that she didn't care at all about Zhan Zheng's appearance.

Yin Yin was a little confused, but it was good that Yu Miaoqi was happy. To that end, she even laid out her paints and painted several pictures, intending to share them with Zhan Zheng when she got back.

The day Yin Yin and Yu Miaoqi were preparing to return to Beijing happened to be their day off. They had just finished breakfast when Zhan Zheng came in from outside.

“Big brother is here so early,” Yin Yin glanced at Yu Miaoqi, “It’s obvious he misses Mother.”

After such a long time, Yu Miaoqi only smiled as she saw her son: "I'll see him soon, why bother picking him up so early?"

"This is hardly early. If I hadn't been delayed by something yesterday, I would have rushed here after my shift," Zhan Zheng said, looking at the food that hadn't been taken down yet. "Don't rush, bring me some more. I didn't eat much this morning, and I'm getting a bit hungry now."

"Why can't you even have a proper breakfast?" Yu Miaoqi quickly told Hongfu to fetch some more.

However, they have small appetites, and since they are leaving soon, they haven't prepared much food. It's definitely not enough for Zhan Zheng, a grown man, to eat as much as he wants.

Yinyin stood up and said, "These snacks are small and dry. Tell the kitchen to bring my brother a bowl of noodles with chicken soup, and also take some pickled vegetables from the small jar and chop them up. They'll be perfect as a side dish."

Zhan Zheng's eyes lit up: "Your sister's kimchi is ready?"

Yingzhou doesn't have the habit of eating pickled vegetables. When Yinyin got older, she would think of pickled vegetables when she was thinking about new foods, so she made some using the method from Sichuan and Chongqing.

Because they didn't have any sour water mother-child ingredients, they failed a few times when they first started making it. After they succeeded, the salty, sour, spicy and crunchy taste immediately won over Zhan Zheng, and other dishes derived from it gradually appeared on their family's table.

However, Yu Miaoqi prefers these dishes to eating them directly.

When she arrived in the capital, Yin Yin brought some sour water and her baby with her, but she was distracted by other things. It wasn't until she had her own estate that she rediscovered it and did some things there.

"It won't be long before the pickled vegetables are ready. But there was a batch of radishes on the estate that were still fresh and juicy after winter. After I took over the estate, I picked some and they're ready now, after spring and summer, they're perfect for cooking."

Seeing Zhan Zheng's expectant look, Yin Yin deliberately sighed: "We've already used quite a bit of it recently, but unfortunately you're not here, and we have to rush back to the capital today, so you won't have the chance to enjoy it."

“That’s easy,” Zhan Zheng said, seeing right through his sister’s little trick. “Either we stay a little longer today and return to Beijing this afternoon, or we can just have someone send a vat of it to Beijing.”

“It’s all thanks to Big Brother’s quick thinking,” Yin Yin said with a smile, leaning on Yu Miaoqi’s shoulder. “Big Brother, don’t worry. Mother knows you love to eat this, so she instructed someone to send a jar of it to your house before dawn, when the weather is still cool.”

Zhan Zheng understood what she meant and went to Yu Miaoqi's side: "Thank you for always thinking of your son, Mother."

Yu Miaoqi's heart softened, and just then Hongfu returned with the food box, so she couldn't help but say, "Alright, alright, the food has been delivered, why don't you go and eat?"

Zhan Zheng deliberately feigned a dejected look: "Mother really does dislike her son and only likes her sister."

Yu Miaoqi slapped him lightly, annoyed: "Don't you know how old you are, and how old Yin Yin is? Yin Yin's acting cute and charming is just adorable, but you..."

Yu Miaoqi looked him over and had to admit that her son was handsome. She couldn't bring herself to say anything unpleasant, so she could only say, "Go and have your meal."

Yinyin couldn't help but burst out laughing. Meeting Zhan Zheng's resentful gaze, Yinyin immediately raised the round fan beside her to cover her face: "Big brother, aren't you hungry? Hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, we need to rest for a while before we can leave. The later it gets, the hotter it will get."

Since his younger sister directly avoided the fight, what could Zhan Zheng do but forgive her, of course?

However, because of this commotion, the three of them left the manor almost an hour later than expected.

After the carriage entered the capital, it was almost lunchtime. Zhan Zheng simply asked Yu Miaoqi to go with him to his own residence first, and then used the newly acquired pickled cabbage to make several dishes before he was satisfied.

Seeing that he looked like he had indigestion, Yu Miaoqi instructed someone to cook him a soup to help him digest, while scolding him: "We've already sent you to the estate. You can eat and drink anytime. Why do you have to eat until your belly is round today? Do you think you're a child who never knows when to stop?"

Zhan Zheng said, "It's just that I haven't tasted this flavor for several years since I left Yingzhou, so I just indulged myself a bit."

Seeing that Yu Miaoqi's eyes reddened at these words, Yin Yin quickly said, "There are so many restaurants in the capital, didn't you find a similar taste, brother?"

“Nothing tastes as good as what Mother and my sister make in restaurants,” Zhan Zheng comforted Yu Miaoqi again. “Mother, don’t cry. You’re right here with me. I just wanted to say that no matter how similar the taste of home may be, it can never be replaced.”

"It's your own fault for wanting to eat it but not saying anything," Yu Miaoqi said, suppressing the stinging in her nose. "If you had just mentioned it in your letter, wouldn't Yinyin and I have asked someone to bring you some?"

Perhaps because he had already mentioned Wang Yingman's matter, one or two more wouldn't make a difference, Zhan Zheng deliberately spoke in a nonchalant tone: "Given the situation back then, how could I dare ask you to send someone to deliver it? It would be one thing if it broke on the way, but I was afraid that it would arrive safely only to have passed through someone else's hands first."

It's hard to say whether anything has been added to it after it passed through someone else's hands.

Yu Miaoqi's tears, which she had been holding back, finally fell, and Yin Yin's eyes also felt a little sore.

When Zhan Zheng first arrived in Beijing, he was even a few years younger than his character in the drama. He faced assassination attempts on the way, and after arriving in Beijing, he had no one he could trust. He also had to deal with the schemes of his so-called relatives in the Zhan family, and he had to be extremely careful about even the food he ate.

Under such circumstances, he was still able to rank among the top in the imperial examinations and completely suppress the other branches of the Zhan family by various means, which shows how difficult and dangerous it was.

When Zhan Zheng saw that his words had brought tears to his mother's and sister's eyes, he, who hadn't felt tired before, suddenly felt a little aggrieved: "It's all in the past. If I had known it would make you cry, I wouldn't have said it."

Upon hearing this, Yu Miaoqi quickly wiped her face with her hand: "Nonsense, if you don't tell us, are you going to keep it to yourself?"

Seeing this, Yinyin quickly stuffed the handkerchief in her hand into Zhanzheng's hand, signaling him to wipe away Yu Miaoqi's tears, and then comforted her, "Mother, we'll all be by Big Brother's side from now on."

Yu Miaoqi nodded, her voice still choked with emotion: "Zheng'er, your mother will always be here for you."

“Okay,” Zhan Zheng said, taking Yu Miaoqi’s hand and gently wiping away her tears, his face beaming with a bright smile. “Your son remembers.”