In the next few days, Xiao Han and Ji Que wandered around. When she had free time, she went to the coppersmith to have a look, and she wanted to tell them with practical actions that she was in a hurry.

There is a lack of real talent, and even the withered grass can be named. They brought a few pockets, and when they saw different grasses, they dismounted and pulled up a bunch of them. Some of the grass roots are buried very deeply, and it takes a lot of effort to allocate them, and they are cut according to the lack of original intentions, but Xiao Han said that he can't try to save trouble, maybe Jiang Ping just eats the roots and eats death. These words made him realize the importance of the roots, and he had to dig them out no matter how deep the roots were.

In fact, at the end of the day, it is really tiring, you must know that they are facing almost frozen ground.

But neither of them was in a hurry. Because they are not too short of money.

In the winter, although their family's kiln did not open much, they did not earn a lot of money. In the whole Xianyang, only they can make bone china, and in the whole Xianyang, only Xiaohan's shop sells bone china.

The rich people in Xianyang, oh, are mainly powerful people, and if they don't need to put on a set of bone china tea sets, it is very cheap.

He once joked: "Miss Xiaohan, you have made Xianyang's ceramic industry develop too fast, otherwise, how many years can we make money?" ”

That being said, he was personally obsessed with experiments. This made Master Yingren very worried, and he always felt that he had one trick blocked, but the other trick was opened. Why didn't he think about finding a daughter-in-law to live a good life?

No, the bone meal is running out, and Xiao Han proposes to try the grass and wood ash again, which makes him very happy. In the past, he also used plant ash, but he did not do a comparative analysis of various plant ashes as he does now.

Xiao Han was certainly not on a whim. Her knowledge of plants is limited, but the fundamentals are known. All kinds of grass grow from the ground, it must absorb the various elements in the earth, just like the copper grass, a large amount of copper will be concentrated in its roots. Some geologists judge underground mineral deposits based on the plants on the surface.

They collect the samples and register them first, then burn the ashes, and then wash and remove the slag, make them into glazes, and hand them over to special people to make porcelain. The people in the workshop have long been accustomed to the working state of the two of them, and everyone is very cooperative, and they don't feel like a psychopath, tinkering around all day long.

However, one day, Xiao Han scraped off some white mangs from the root of the outer wall of the toilet and wanted to mix it into the glaze, which surprised everyone, and asked him: "Girl, is this really okay?" ”

Xiao Han shook her head, she didn't know if she could. All she knew was that she was thrilled when she saw it, but she just couldn't remember what it was.

But what does it matter? Let's take a look.

Finally, he said, "All right! ”

The reason that persuaded him and the others was that people should not be a little willful when they lived.

On the seventh day of their wayward work, the hot pot ordered by Xiao Han was ready. She happily gave the little master a jar of caramel as an additional thank-you. The little master regretted that he did not show his talent for engraving.

Although this appliance is simple, it is not rough, but faintly simple and atmospheric.

She carried it home like a child, put it in front of Fusu, and said with a little regret, "Let's try it once!" ”

Fusu blinked his eyes, he knew what Xiao Han meant. If it weren't for Zhao Gao's appearance, they could use peace of mind and let that sycophant get involved, and this thing wouldn't be able to be left at home for a long time.

With Chef He, Xiao Han prepared a meal of mutton shabu.

Looking at the beauty who was faintly smiling sweetly in the steaming heat, Fusu rubbed his stomach and sighed forgetfully: "Xiaohan, I'm content even if I'm dead!" ”

Xiao Han glared at him fiercely: "Out of breath!" ”

The two talked about jokes, but the things given to the emperor couldn't be a little sloppy. What's more, how to send it is also knowledgeable.

When Xiaohan was almost ready, Fusu told her, let's go, her father had promised to go to her mother's place for dinner.

It's too difficult to ask the emperor to eat!

And on this day, it was already the tenth day, and Zhao Gao agreed to take the copper hot pot.

They entered the palace early to prepare. Walking on the road that could not be finished, Xiao Han said: "After a while, I will go to the kitchen, and if I don't come out, there will be Mr. Lao in the matter of cloth vegetables." Don't wait for someone to serve you when you're at home. That's a few of you who have a low status. ”

Fusu asked in a daze, "Why didn't you come out?" Aren't you unsightly? ”

Xiao Han raised his pink cheeks and asked, "Is the little woman good-looking?" ”

Fusu nodded, "Of course you look good." ”

Xiao Han said: "If the emperor takes a fancy to it, will the little girl still be able to go home?" ”

Fusu hurriedly said, "Then you hurry up and go to the kitchen, but don't come out." ”

Xiao Han smiled with satisfaction, the eldest son is sometimes stupid, so cute!

Mrs. Zheng was radiant, and when she saw Xiao Han, she happily greeted her, this girl was too good at talking, and she was not bored at all when talking to her.

Xiao Han hurriedly gave a salute. Mrs. is dressed up very festively today, with a dark red coat with ivory yellow embroidered edges, which looks a little more "delicate" than last time. Well, if forty-five or sixteen-year-olds can also use the word delicate.

In particular, she wears a red rectangular jade plaque around her neck, which sets off her skin more plump and moisturized.

Sister Shuyi, who was beside Madame, was also dressed more seriously, her clothes were still the blue and white dark clothes she had seen last time, her shoes were darker blue, and the white wool around her neck bent softly, making her feel much gentler.

Xiao Han said: "Madam, today's dinner is very important, let's not say polite words, if we can make the emperor and you happy, our task will be completed." ”

Mrs. Zheng pursed her lips and smiled, this girl is straightforward.

Fusu said: "Then you can go to the kitchen to prepare, and let Sister Zigui help you." ”

A woman in black named Zigui came over to greet him when she heard this, and it seemed that she was also very familiar with Fusu, so she just bent over him and nodded.

Xiao Han also saw the salute, and Kazuko returned to the kitchen.

The First Emperor Yingzheng, accompanied by the great eunuch Liang Chen, walked towards the Wutong Courtyard where Madame Zheng lived.

He hadn't been here for a long time, and it was Fusu who pleaded twice before he decided to come and see. Today is not anyone's birthday, nor is it a solar term, but Fusu said that if you want to eat with your father, you don't need to find a reason, you just want the family to have a reunion dinner for no reason, aren't ordinary people just together every day? These words touched him, the family didn't need to find a reason to eat, and the woman in the harem who asked him to eat found too many reasons.

Before he arrived at the courtyard gate, Mrs. Zheng and Fusu were already waiting. Although the sun was shining today, there was still a cold wind blowing outside, and the faces of both mother and son were red from the cold. Mrs. Zheng greeted her happily and was about to make a big salute, and her son hurriedly followed his mother. Ying Zheng said: "Forget it, let him salute." Mrs. Zheng got up, looked at her husband, and then at her son, and said in a low voice, "The family is so good!" ”

Mothers always like to find the characteristics of parents from their sons, but there are not many opportunities to meet face-to-face.

There are already many dishes on the kang table, with bright colors and abundant ingredients.

"Oh, this is for the joint eater?" Ying Zheng rarely raised the corners of his mouth.

Mrs. Zheng smiled and said, "The emperor will know in a while." With that, she stooped down and took off her husband's shoes.

She was always like this before, and she always did everything for him.

In fact, when he was young, he also took off his shoes for her. At that time, they were so young, she was charming and charming, and he was strong and heroic. Together, they said a lot of stupid things that lovers said to each other, and now that I think about it, it's actually all nonsense.

But, nonsense is also likeable.

Ying Zheng cooperated with her and took a seat. When she took off his shoes just now, he saw that her wrists were still white and firm, but they were plumper than when she was younger. This is a woman who does not look old, and serene women are always like this.

At this time, Shu Yi handed over the hot face towel, and everyone cleaned their hands. Zigui came out of it and nervously held the big copper pot, and Fusu quickly got out of the way and asked her to put the pot safely on the table.

As soon as this pot came in, it had a special aroma, Ying Zheng sniffled and asked, "What does this smell like?" ”

Fusu couldn't help but be a little nervous. He had already smelled it, and Xiao Han must have mixed some pepper wood into the charcoal. He told her that his father's view of God was more special, and he didn't feel uncomfortable with a meal, but he didn't expect her to let it go a little.

Fortunately, the taste is not strong.

He snorted exaggeratedly, turned his head and asked Liang Chen, "Father-in-law Liang, do you smell it?" ”

Of course, Liang Chen smelled it, so he saw that the eldest prince couldn't smell it, so it was better to have more than one thing, and said: "Liang Chen has always had a bad nose and can't smell it." ”

Fusu turned to his mother, but his mother didn't look at him, stared at the water surface that was slowly boiling and said, "It should be the aroma of various things, right?" Your father has always had a good nose. ”

Fusu nodded.

Gradually, the smell faded, maybe it was adapted, maybe it was dispersed, and it really couldn't smell it.

Ying Zheng is very interested in this pot, the yellow and clear pot body, the red charcoal fire below is faintly visible, a few red jujubes are rolled in the milky white soup, and there are a few yellow ginger slices looming.

"That's what you're going to eat today?"

Fusu said "um" for a moment and said, "Today, the son serves his parents to eat, the parents only eat, and the son only eats." ”

Mrs. Zheng smiled and complained angrily: "We are so young, we still need you to serve? After speaking, she put a chopstick of mutton into the soup pot, gently swung it in the hot soup, and then took it out and put it in her husband's bowl.

Ying Zheng looked at it and asked, "This can be eaten?" ”

Mrs. Zheng nodded and said, "My son said that you can eat it this way." ”

"You believe whatever your son says!"

"I also believe what my son's father said."

Ying Zheng picked up the chopsticks, and he was really in a good mood today.

The family began to make shabu-shabu.

Liang Chen looked at it and took a few steps back, today the eldest prince is so attentive, he wants to serve his father and mother for dinner, and there is nothing for him here.

Fusu saw that the mutton was eating relatively quickly, so he ran to the kitchen and brought out another plate, and by the way, he also brought out a plate of white radishes marinated in plum juice.

He put down his things, looked at his father's bowl, and gave his father a chopstick to the vegetables.

"Go, my father is so young, and he still wants you to serve?"

Fusu smiled, retracted his chopsticks, and pushed the white radish forward.

He came out, put a plate of fish fillets, and turned back to the kitchen. The procedure to stab is too strenuous.

Mrs. Zheng picked up a piece of fish, soaked it for a while, and took a small bite, which was really tender. She took another piece and put it in a colander, then put it in a small dish and pushed it in front of her husband. "Your Majesty, it's really tender and delicious."

Ying Zheng put down his chopsticks and deliberately said with a straight face: "Lian is so young, do you need to serve?" ”

Mrs. Zheng smiled and said: "Of course I used to serve the King of Qin, and now I serve the First Emperor, we have been young, is there anything wrong?" ”

Ying Zheng smiled, she was still so understanding. He patted his leg, sighed, and said, "Lian knows that you don't want to talk about old age, but old age is an unavoidable fact. Whether you want it or not, you can't stop the pace of time. What's the solution? ”

Mrs. Zheng said: "There is a way, if you are not in a hurry, time will pass slowly." ”

Ying Zheng smiled, and she would say something reassuring.

Fusu sandwiched a piece of belly for his mother, and then said: "Father, in fact, old age is not terrible at all, the important thing is strong vitality." Some people, though young, are like a flame about to be extinguished, while others, although they are old, are like the rising sun. ”

"Oh, that's been seen before." Ying Zheng nodded, "I see that Tonggu has a big spirit, and when discussing matters, he has more confidence to speak than you young people." ”

Fusu shook his head and said, "Li Xianghao is good, but it's nothing, my friend told me a story called 'A pear flower presses a begonia'." ”

"Oh, what's that saying?"

Fusu said: "The story is this. There was a man named Zhang Xian, he was eighty years old and fell in love with a girl, and the girl was only eighteen. He was going to marry the girl and be a concubine. His friend, a man named Su Shi, persuaded him, saying, you are so old, don't you delay others in vain if you marry a young girl? Zhang Xian didn't listen, and resolutely married the girl through the door. As for the girl, she doesn't dislike his age, and the two of them live a very happy life. The next year, the girl gave Mr. Zhang a chubby boy. ”

"Huh?" Mrs. Zheng sighed: "Really? ”

Fusu said: "What my friend said should be true. ”

Ying Zheng asked: "But, why is it called a pear flower pressed begonia?" ”

Fu Su blushed, stabilized his voice and said, "This is because Su Shi wrote a poem to ridicule Zhang Xian." The poem goes like this: eighteen brides and eighty langs, with pale hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks are made into a double night, and a pear flower presses the begonia. ”

Ying Zheng said "oh", and carefully pondered, "A pear flower pressed begonia." ”

Mrs. Zheng had already woken up and glared at Fusu, "This child, in front of his parents, doesn't even have a straight shape!" ”

Fusu hurriedly lowered his head and took his chopsticks, picked up a piece of tofu from the soup pot and put it to his mouth.

At this time, Ying Zheng also figured it out, looked at Mrs. Zheng's red face, and said to Fusu: "Do you want a little brother?" ”

Fusu was taken aback, what does Father mean by this? He quickly swallowed what had entered his mouth so that he could free his mouth to speak.

"Ahh The tofu is in, hot! It burned his heart!

It's really heartbreaking!

Fusu jumped off the ground regardless of the image, scratching his chest while looking for something.

Shu Yi, who was standing next to him, hurriedly picked up a cup of cold tea and gave it to him, he grabbed it and drank it with a clatter. The hand is still scratching and grabbing, this thing is terrible.

Ying Zheng laughed, his usually graceful and free son is now like an impatient monkey, it's so fun!

Mrs. Zheng also pursed her lips and smiled, this is like a family, eating together, gossiping together, watching children's jokes together, although the children are thirty years old, but at this time, it is the same as when he was seven or eight years old.

And the husband, too, as in the past!

Fusu took another cup of herbal tea and drank it in a hurry, only today did he know that the hot tofu turned out to be fatal.

Ying Zheng smiled enough, and said to Mrs. Zheng: "I think you are good here, warm, and the taste is good, I will rest here today."

Mrs. Zheng was stunned in surprise, and nodded happily.

Fusu was also a little surprised, but this was his parents' business, so he didn't dare to show any surprises.

Like Xiao Han said, in winter, eating hot pot and singing songs, is there anything more beautiful than this? Without!

My mother likes to sing the most on weekdays......