si-mexico Chapter 155: Kindness is Hard to Repay
Chapter 155: Kindness is Hard to Repay
If a maidservant is beaten to death, the master will put her in jail.
A death contract is different.
If the master wants to kill you, he can do it.
A matter of words.
Life is cheap.
Yunlan saved the two children, which was equivalent to saving their lives.
A huge sense of gratitude weighed heavily on Zhang Jinlan's heart.
She was a little out of breath.
So when he heard Yunlan asking about watermelons, he thought of asking his granddaughter for her opinion. If Fubao agreed, he would save them for a few days and send them all to the Fang family in Chang'an Town.
Of course, a few watermelons can never repay the life-saving favor.
Although life at home is better now, it is not even a hair's breadth better than that of the Fang family.
The only way is to pay it back slowly using other methods.
It has to be said that Zhang Jinlan and Jiang Fubao thought alike.
Anyway, the space is refreshed every day, and there are two watermelons a day.
Sell one at home, collect one every day, and send them to Fang’s house.
I heard from my second uncle that Chang'an Town is not too far away.
We set out before dawn, and the ox cart could reach home just in time for the evening with one round trip.
It would be nice to have a carriage.
It is estimated that the time will be much shorter.
Comparing the two, the ox cart is like an old-fashioned bicycle covered with rust. It makes a lot of clattering noises when you ride it, and you can only pedal slowly instead of speeding up. If you are not careful and use too much force with your feet, the chain will break.
As for the carriage, it was the old man's job. The speed depended on when he wanted to build the tomb. The same went for the carriage. If he wanted it to go faster, he would whip the horse hard a few times. If he wanted it to go slower, he would hold the reins tightly.
It's up to you to decide the speed.
Jiang Fubao swore secretly.
When she grows up, she must learn to ride a horse and get two carriages for her family, so that she can be so majestic and dazzle the villagers.
"Mom, please try this mutton skewer. It's so delicious! I've lived for more than ten years before I discovered that mutton is so delicious. I used to think that mutton smelled bad and couldn't eat a single bite. Just now, Brother Tongjin persuaded me to eat a skewer. It was just as he said. It was delicious. Mom, please try it too."
Fang Changyi ran over excitedly, holding two kebabs of lamb in his hand, which were for his mother and sister to taste. Only a little bit of chili powder was sprinkled on them, so it wasn't too spicy.
No one in the Fang family eats mutton.
So he guessed that his mother and sister had not tasted it yet.
Yunlan and her daughter took the mutton skewers.
Take a small bite.
The next second, their reactions were the same as Fang Changyi's.
The roasted lamb skewers are sprinkled with thick cumin and a thin layer of chili salt, and are brushed with oil five times, making the originally dry and lean lamb become sizzling and oily, and mixed with the extremely fragrant cumin powder and chili powder.
When you put it in your mouth, there is only one word.
Fragrant!
Just when the mother and daughter were about to stop eating and take a break, their appetites were whetted again by the lamb skewers.
"Mom, try some pork belly. Even though it has fat on it, it's very delicious."
The Fang family also doesn’t eat fatty meat.
So the mother and daughter didn't take the pork belly skewers at all.
Fang Changmin grabbed a handful and walked over.
This is freshly baked.
It's still steaming.
"Okay, Mom, try it."
Yun Lan has always doted on her three children. Even though she feels sick of eating fatty meat, she doesn't want to disappoint her sons.
She took the pork belly skewer and took a bite under the watchful eyes of her second son.
Unexpectedly.
The fat is not greasy at all, and it is roasted crispy and fragrant.
Mixed with the lean meat above, the combination of the two is crispy, soft, salty and fragrant.
It tastes even better than pure lean pork skewers.
The pork belly slices have a thin layer of pig skin and are very chewy.
After finishing both skewers, Yun Lan suddenly burped.
Her cheeks instantly turned red with embarrassment.
So many years.
When has she ever been so rude?
But the Jiang family seemed to be deaf to her words and didn't even look at her.
Not only that, Jiang Fubao also imitated her and burped for a long time.
It immediately relieved her embarrassment.
"Grandma, look at my belly."
Jiang Fubao deliberately stuck out his belly high.
Seems a little funny.
"Why is Fubao's belly like a watermelon? Come and let grandma touch it. It's hard. It looks like the watermelon is about to ripen. Come, bring a knife. Grandma is going to kill the watermelon."
Zhang Jinlan smiled so hard that her eyes curved. She tapped her granddaughter's round belly and pretended to have a knife in her hand.
Pretending to cut Jiang Fubao's belly.
Jiang Fubao naturally gave him face and yelled.
"Grandma, I am Fubao, not a big watermelon. Grandma, please don't kill me. I was wrong. I will definitely be a good citizen in the future. I will never steal the food you cook again, and I will never secretly poke a hen's butt with a branch--"
Jiang Fubao imitated the accent of the Japanese devils on TV.
He also raised his two chubby arms.
His funny appearance made everyone in the yard laugh.
"What a little joker. I don't know who he learned his accent from. It sounds so weird." Zhang Yanzi scolded with a smile.
She sat at the table with her sisters-in-law and nieces-in-law and ate barbecue.
The people doing the work are all men from the Jiang family.
Yun Lan saw the whole scene.
Before coming, she had fantasized about this countless times, thinking that the eldest son of the Jiang family would refuse to raise Lai Di and her sister and then drive them out, or that he would be greedy for money and take her money but not treat the sisters well.
Unexpectedly, the reality was completely opposite to her fantasy.
Although the Jiang family is poor, they live in harmony.
Unlike other families, women are not allowed to sit at the table.
In the Jiang family, however, the men work and the women eat first.
She had never seen it before.
Even if there were guests coming to the Fang family, she would have to take her daughter and avoid them.
Nothing like the Jiang family.
It seems that here, there is no difference between men and women. They don't quarrel or feel unhappy. Everyone has a smile on their face, which looks very warm.
It makes people feel warm.
The sunlight shining on my face moved from the left side to the right side.
The western sun is better than noon, but not as good.
Two drops of sweat slid down Yunlan's forehead.
The maid behind her immediately put down the skewers in her hand, took out a handkerchief and helped her wipe them.
The service was extremely considerate.
Another quarter of an hour later, Zhang Jinlan came over with four skewers of grilled chicken legs.
These are the hens that we just killed at home. Each chicken has two legs, four in total, and they are all here.
"Mrs. Yun, Miss Wanru, two young masters, come and have a taste of the freshly roasted chicken thighs."
Remove the bones from the chicken legs, beat them more than a hundred times with a knife, marinate them with the sauce prepared in advance for fifteen minutes, and then you can roast them.
It takes a lot of effort.
This was the secret weapon that Jiang Fubao had just passed on to his aunt.
Of course, the same old excuse is used.
Tried and tried.
Her aunt wanted to leave a piece of chicken leg for her, but Jiang Fubao refused.
When guests come, it is natural to give priority to their eating.
She can eat it anytime she wants.
After all, there are too many delicious foods at home today.
Jiang Fubao sat on his own little chair, grabbing a string of grilled chicken wings and eating them with great relish.
She actually prefers chicken wings to chicken legs.
It’s a pity that no one believes it when I say it.
Who would like to eat less meat?