Transmigrated Little Farm Girl Bringing Great Fortune

"boom……"

The bowls and plates fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Cao Jiayue wanted to throw the chopsticks again, but was stopped by Granny Yan.

She crouched down and said in a low voice, "Princess, please calm down. Don't do this, or the Prince will be angry with you."

It's alright if they cry, at least we'll try to comfort them.

Prince Jing was most annoyed by the little princess throwing things. When he was in a good mood, he would turn a blind eye, but when he was in a bad mood, he would directly punish her with a ruler or make her stand as punishment.

They're not my own child after all; their hearts are harder than stone.

Upon hearing the word "Your Highness," Cao Jiayue stopped throwing things and began to wail loudly.

"Waaaaah... Go home..."

Granny Yan said that as long as she kept crying, her uncle would grant her any request.

She had asked for candied hawthorns before, and sure enough, she got candied hawthorns.

She wanted a little red bird, so her uncle ordered someone to find one for her.

However, after the bird got wet in the rain, its color faded, and it became a white bird.

My uncle is a big liar!

Jiang Miaomiao covered her ears, she couldn't bear it any longer.

It turns out that a child's constant crying is actually quite annoying.

It seems that it's best to cry less unless absolutely necessary in the future.

She huffed and puffed as she climbed onto the stool, stood up, and pointed down at Cao Jiayue across from her, saying, "You, you're not allowed to cry."

"If you cry again, I'll call the little white wolf..."

The little baby looked fiercely cute, which startled Prince Jing and Shi Shu outside the door, causing them to stop in their tracks.

The foot that was about to step out was pulled back, and the person listened quietly from the outside.

Cao Jiayue stopped abruptly, looking at Jiang Miaomiao with tears in her eyes and a pitiful expression, occasionally letting out a sob.

I was inexplicably frightened.

Granny Yan's expression changed, and she was about to lash out when Prince Jing entered.

He immediately lowered his head and looked humble and submissive, not daring to say another word.

"Shi Shu, move Jia Yue over here so she can sit next to Miao Miao."

King Jing deliberately had the two dolls moved together.

Only then did they serve the dishes, all of which were the two children's favorite foods.

Lotus leaf roasted chicken, sweet and sour pork...

And then there's the crispy fried dough balls, which are especially appealing to children.

These round little dumplings are made with a variety of ingredients that Xiao Miaomiao loves, such as walnuts and rose sugar. They are sprinkled with sugar syrup when eaten, and have a crispy and sweet taste.

It will definitely suit the little girl's taste.

Then, he said to the two children in a gentle tone, "Miaomiao, Jiayue, see what you want to eat, and I'll get it for you."

Jiang Miaomiao: ……

With a crying child nearby, her appetite instantly diminished.

Forget it! Let's each eat our own food and not bother each other.

Jiang Miaomiao licked her lips, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the plate of lotus leaf-wrapped roast chicken. "Uncle Jing, I want to eat roast chicken..."

The dishes at Prince Jing's Mansion are not as distinctive as those at Yipinju, but they are still mouthwatering.

It's probably because other people's food always seems better; they always think that other people's food tastes better.

King Jing placed a chicken leg on each of their plates.

"I won't eat... I won't eat, I want to go home... to find my father and mother... Waaah..." Cao Jiayue started acting again.

She had eaten every dish prepared by the chefs in the manor, and besides, she was already full.

The roast chicken at home isn't as good as the one from Yipinju.

Xiao Miaomiao was looking at the chicken leg in her bowl, ready to start eating, when she heard Xiao Douya humming and whining beside her.

I've completely lost my appetite.

He glared angrily at Cao Jiayue.

King Jing's smile instantly froze on his face. Why was his niece so stubborn? It was driving him crazy.

Jiang Miaomiao looked at King Jing's brows, which were so furrowed they could kill an insect.

Looking at Cao Jiayue again, this child doesn't eat, but she doesn't seem to have lost weight at all.

It's still the same little bean sprouts as before.

She sniffed and leaned closer to Cao Jiayue, taking a careful sniff.

He smelled the sleeves, then the clothes, then the hair...

"Little bean sprout, have you... eaten?"

This is the taste, the taste of Yipinju roast chicken. This chicken was developed by her and Aunt Xiuxiu.

The chicken is wrapped tightly in lotus leaves, then covered in mud and roasted.

The steps were nothing special, the only difference was the spices; she added a spice with a very unique aroma.

That is lemongrass.

In ancient times it was called Jingmao grass. Locals in Jiangzhou used it to make wine[1], to worship heaven and ancestors, and it was also used as a medicinal material. It was used internally to soothe the stomach and relieve gas, and externally to treat injuries from falls and blows.

Nobody uses it as food.

What a pity, what a real pity!

Yan knows that it has a unique and fragrant aroma, and the dishes made with it have a distinctive flavor.

In modern times, Imperata cylindrica is an indispensable spice ingredient in Dai and Southeast Asian cuisine.

Fortunately, some can be found in the counties and prefectures near Jiangzhou; it's practically a miracle herb.

Speaking of which, what about Yipinju's lotus leaf roasted chicken, grilled fish, roasted lamb chops, lemongrass charcoal grilled pork?...

It's all because of lemongrass that it's so popular.

This grass became her treasure, and she even planted a large patch of it in her backyard.

Jiang Miaomiao said with great certainty, "Little Sprout, you ate the roast chicken from Yipinju, didn't you?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Jiayue cried even harder, clenching her little fists and glaring at her, "I didn't eat, I didn't eat..."

Granny Yan was struck dumb, her body instantly turning to stone. The fists clenched in her sleeves tightened, drawing blood from her palms.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

Prince Jing's pupils contracted as he glanced at Cao Jiayue and then at Granny Yan.

Take a deep breath.

When he looked at Jiang Miaomiao, his gaze softened. "Miaomiao, how did you know that Jiayue ate the roast chicken from Yipinju?"

“I can smell it, every strand of her hair smells like roast chicken…” Jiang Miaomiao pointed to Cao Jiayue’s little head.

Changing clothes didn't help.

The scent of Imperata cylindrica is unique; you can smell even a tiny bit of it.

Sigh! Another old servant courting death...

Then they saw King Jing approach Cao Jiayue, pick up the hair ribbon on her head, and smell it.

His expression instantly darkened.

Because he and his niece weren't particularly close, he rarely hugged her, and recently the child wouldn't let him hold her at all.

I never expected her to pull this stunt.

He turned his head and said, "Shi Shu, go and bring over all the clothes that the princess has changed out of and that haven't been washed yet."

Shi Shu immediately sent people to search the princess's bedroom and laundry room.

They probably haven't had time to wash yet, right?

Granny Yan was in a complete panic...

She told herself to stay calm.

Just because you ate today doesn't mean you ate it in the past few days. There's no reason why the clothes the little princess wore before would have been left until today.

She knelt down with a thud. "Your Highness, the Princess was just insisting on eating roast chicken. I thought she was used to the ones served in the manor, so I had someone buy some outside. Miss Jiang is right, it really is lotus leaf roast chicken from Yipinju..."

After saying that, he secretly glanced at Prince Jing.

She did nothing wrong; she just didn't have time to report it.

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Note [1] Baomao Suojiu is a sacrificial ceremony of the ancient Chu people, in which the wine is filtered with baomao grass to worship their ancestors.