Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 288 Souvenirs

Mrs. An Huaibo looked at Song Chunlin, who was smiling slyly, and couldn't help poking his cheek: "I was wondering why your little mouth is so sweet today. Well, let me see first, how are you going to entertain my cousin today?"

Yan Qing, who was standing by, seemed to have just reacted at this time. He stared at Little Daddy and Song Chunlin with wide eyes: "Little Daddy, you call him brother, so what should I call him?"

My goodness! Song Chunlin couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw Yan Qing, who was a generation lower than him.

Yan Qing kept muttering to Madam Tongan Huaibo until before dinner, saying that he was much older than Song Chunlin, so how could he have the nerve to ask him to call someone younger than him aunt.

"They haven't even gotten married yet, I don't want it."

Mrs. An Huaibo felt that her ears were about to get calluses from her son's nagging. If this wasn't happening in someone else's home, she would have slapped this unfilial son on the back of the head.

Fortunately, Yan Qing's muttering stopped completely when the dishes were served. Mrs. An Huaibo was a person who loved food, so today's menu was drawn up by Song Chunlin, who provided the ingredients, and was cooked by Aunt Song and Song Qinshi, Zhou Ning assisted, and Chen Yuer was responsible for looking after the children. Everyone did their part to make this table of delicious dishes.

Mrs. An Huaibo saw the boiled shrimps on the table at a glance and was surprised that the shrimps were so big. There was also a plate of golden granular things, and even the green vegetables were something she had never seen before.

The dish "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond" was stir-fried with lotus root, snow peas, black fungus and carrots. There were only lotus root and black fungus in it. Mrs. An Huaibo and Yan Qing knew each other, but they were both seeing the snow peas and carrots for the first time.

The corn kernels in Jin Yu Man Tang were sweet, and paired with green beans and ham, they not only looked good in color but also tasted good. Mrs. An Huai Bo seemed to like it very much and added three spoonfuls in a row.

In rural areas, chickens must be slaughtered to entertain guests. The Song family's chickens have been fed with spiritual spring water since they were young. The chicken tastes sweet and tender. It was made into beggar's chicken by Song Amao. When a ball of mud was served, Mrs. An Huaibo and Yan Qing thought they were seeing things.

He asked the Song family in surprise: "Is this mud lump also a vegetable?"

Song A-Mo smiled and nodded: "That's right, Madam, please wait a moment, you can eat it after you open it."

Both the father and the son were skeptical. Song Dazhuang took the mud ball aside and smashed it open. Inside the mud lump was a whole chicken wrapped in layers of lotus leaves. As layer after layer of lotus leaves were peeled off, the unique aroma of beggar's chicken wafted into the air.

"It smells so good, it seems like the best Huadiao wine has been added."

Song Chunlin thought to himself that he was indeed a foodie, he could even smell the Huadiao wine.

The beggar's chicken was still a little hot after being opened. Song Dazhuang roughly disassembled the chicken with a knife and gave the two guests a big chicken leg first. Mrs. An Huaibo kept saying no, but the chicken leg was so fragrant. He lowered his head and smelled it. There was no fishy smell, but instead there was a smell of other spices. He couldn't smell it, so he took a piece of chicken leg to taste. The chicken was tender and the flavor was just right.

Mrs. An Huaibo was very satisfied with the meal. When the Song family saw his expression, they knew that the investment was a sure thing, and the next step was to teach the children more ways to make pastries.

After the meal, Mrs. An Huaibo and Yan Qing both sat on chairs. Both father and son stroked their bloated bellies at the same time, as they were really too full from eating too much.

Zhou Ning served the two of them some sour plum soup to aid digestion. He also put a piece of ice in it. It tasted cool when they drank it, and it tasted better than at room temperature.

After drinking half a cup of sour plum soup, Mrs. An Huaibo felt her stomach felt a little better.

When the two of them returned, they were still holding the souvenirs given by the Song family.

Yan Qing curiously opened the gift box and found that it contained some flat cakes of various shapes.

"Is this a biscuit? Why is it so small and hard?" Yan Qing took a bite with confusion and found that the biscuit was not hard, but crispy. The crispy butter cookies and scallion pancakes, the flavor of each one was something Yan Qing and Mrs. An Huaibo had never tasted before.

The two had already eaten their fill at the Song family, so they only tasted a little of each dish. Yan Qing really couldn't eat any more, and was about to close the lid when he discovered there were two more layers underneath.

The bottom layer is puff pastry tarts and cream puffs, and the bottom is croissants and caterpillars.

Mrs. An Huaibo looked at the cakes of various shapes and didn't know where to start for a moment. She had to ask Yan Qing to put them away first and make plans after returning home.

"Qing'er, do you think these cakes can be sold at a high price in the capital?"

Yan Qing said without hesitation: "Of course they can be sold at a high price. Little Daddy thinks that delicious things can definitely be sold at a high price in the capital. Moreover, these are unique to the Song family. I have never seen them in other pastry shops."

This is what Mrs. An Huaibo is most puzzled about. If they really have such good skills, why don't they open their own shop? The Song family has not been doing badly in the past two years. Everyone in the capital knows that there is a Song family in Yongle Village. They can grow high-yield grains, have a sharpshooter who protects the country, and are married to the Marquis's Mansion. It is said that the Princess is also very close to their family. With such a family background and the top secret recipes, if they open their own shop, they will definitely make a lot of money.

It's really interesting that they are now using their skills to help a group of orphans who have nothing to do with them.

When An Huaibo came back from the yamen in the evening, he saw his wife waiting for him to have dinner together. He took another look at the food on the table and couldn't help frowning.

"These look like cakes, ma'am. Why don't you ask for food? How can you be full just by eating cakes?"

Mrs. Anhuiber handed him a butter cookie: "Try it and see if it tastes good."

An Huaibo ate it without thinking, chewed it for a few times, and said it was a bit dry and he wanted to drink some water.

Yan Qing on the side silently poured water for his father.

"Father, how do you think it tastes? It's a little dry..."

"It tastes good. Why, are these the new foods your little dad has researched?"

Mrs. An Huaibo: "It would be great if I really made it myself. These were all brought back from the Song family."

"Song family?" An Huaibo finally became serious: "Are these all? They look unfamiliar to me. Which bakery did they buy them from?"

"They didn't buy it. They made it themselves. They packed some for me when they came back. Look, there's more over there."

Looking in the direction my wife pointed, I saw a food box there. It was open, and the food inside was exactly the same as the one on the table.