Under the leadership of Jiang Foodie, the first thing he did when he entered the courtyard was to clean the kitchen.

Fortunately, although the house is dilapidated, the pots and pans are still complete, and the dirty is dirty, but it can be used to wash and scrub.

So, after cleaning the kitchen, Jiang Ying began to wash the meat, and Zhuang went to clean the bedroom.

Jiang Ying happily washed the meat, thinking about what to make.

They have some simple condiments such as salt and oil, but flour and rice are not available for the time being, only a few sweet potato nests.

Jiang Ying rummaged through and pulled out some ground sweet potato flour from her luggage.

Let's make a soup...... Jiang Ying looked at some fresh mushrooms given by Aunt Li next door and made up her mind.

He cut the meat into thin slices, put it in a basin, added salt and oil, and some sweet potato flour, stirred it well, set it aside, and went to wash the mushrooms.

After the ingredients were all packed up, I went to light the stove fire again, the stove belly had not been used for too long, and there was some yin tide in it, Jiang Ying spent a lot of effort, and it was blowing and plucking before the fire was lit.

put some firewood in it, and she didn't have to worry about it for the time being, so she busily washed her hands and put oil in the pot.

After the oil is hot, first put the mushrooms in and stir-fry them again, then add an appropriate amount of water and salt, put the meat slices in it when it is about to boil, and stir it with a spoon to prevent the meat slices from sticking together.

Put the steamer on the rack, after all, a few dry and hard nest heads need to be walked once.

After a while, there was a strong aroma of mushroom meat along with bursts of white steam.

Jiang Ying lifted half of the lid of the pot, and saw that the head of the nest had just softened, so she didn't add firewood.

"Sister Sakura, what are you doing, it's so fragrant!" Zhuang made the bed and walked in.

"Mushroom fillet soup!" Jiang Ying's crisp voice came into her ears.

These days on the road, Zhuang has tasted Jiang Ying's craftsmanship on the way, and some very ordinary ingredients can always become extraordinarily delicious through her hands.

Now just smelling this smell makes my saliva come out!

One of them wiped the table, and the other scooped the soup.

Before the meal, Jiang Ying filled a pot of soup and said that she was going to send it to Aunt Li next door, and Zhuang slapped her forehead again, saying that her mind was not as careful as a child.

Jiang Ying knocked on the door next door with a pot of delicious soup, and it was a tall girl who came to open the door.

The girl is about fourteen or fifteen years old, with thin cheeks and slightly pointed chin, and a pair of eyes that are crystal clear, but there is a faint heroic spirit between her eyebrows, and she looks very sassy.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was - "Who are you?" ”

Jiang Ying smiled, "I just moved here next door today, this is the soup I made, I will send you some, thank you Aunt Li for the meat ......"

"Oh...... It's you. The girl obviously heard the news from the Zhuang family today, and knew that the Zhuang family had brought a little girl back, so she let down her guard and asked Jiang Ying to come in sideways.

"What kind of soup are you sending, my mother and I have finished dinner." The girl was full of refreshment when she spoke and walked, sniffed twice in the air, and said, "Don't say it, your soup smells quite good." This pot is not hot, why don't I serve it for you? ”

"It's not hot, it's not hot, thank you, sister." Jiang Ying is a typical 'rudder when she sees the wind', and as soon as she saw that the other party was a little good to her, she immediately changed her tone and called her sister.

The girl was happy and said with a smile: "What are you calling sister, my name is Song Chunyue, no more than two years older than you, let's play together in the future, you can just call me Chunyue!" ”

Jiang Ying followed her out of the main room, nodded in agreement, and introduced herself: "My name is Jiang Ying." ”

Song Chunyue nodded to indicate that she had written it down, and lifted the curtain in the inner room, "Mother, Ah Ying next door has brought us soup!" ”

In the inner room, under the blue-gray patched bed tent, lay a woman of about forty years of age, who seemed to be in poor shape, and sat up and leaned against the bed when she heard that someone was coming.

"This meat is just for you to make up, what are you doing when you have been on the road for so many days, and you have sent it back......" Li shook his head and smiled, his expression was kind, "You are Sister Ying'er, right?" I heard Sister Zhuang talk about you today—"

Jiang Ying smiled and nodded, looking at the kind Aunt Li in front of her, secretly thinking that she would live a good life in the future, and she would have to repay others well, as the saying goes, the grace of receiving a drop of water must be reciprocated by a spring, let alone receiving a great favor like a piece of meat from others, and she must repay her well.

After returning from next door, Jiang Ying drank a bowl of hot broth, and gnawed on the soup, and after the soup was full, she took a hot bath and threw herself comfortably on the bed.

"My hair hasn't been wrinkled yet, so don't get a headache again!" Zhuang followed in, took a dry towel in his hand, and came to twist Jiang Ying's hair.

This girl has endured all the hardships along the way and has not complained half a sentence, an optimistic temperament often infects the Zhuang family, may be able to endure hardships, but some habits that can be pampered from a young age cannot be changed, such as no matter how cold the day is, how harsh the environment, you must boil water to bathe and wash your hair to sleep.

The habits of the eldest lady who went up and down, only the love of cleanliness was retained.

Jiang Ying sat on the bed honestly, asked Zhuang to twist her hair, hooked the corners of her mouth with enjoyment, and said, "Nanny, you have taken care of me for so many years, I must let you live a good life in the future......"

The little girl's voice was soft and glutinous, and she said such heart-warming words, Zhuang Shi was stunned when she heard it, and she almost couldn't help but redden.

"Silly boy, you're only thirteen years old this year, you should be protected in your arms...... It's a nurse, who has no ability, so my sister Sakura suffers. ”

"Where is it, I don't know how happy I am with the nurse."

Zhuang was amused by her, and when he saw that his hair was almost twisted, he put down the towel.

This kind of Sister Sakura has never been seen before, since she went to the master, and after Sister Sakura committed suicide for the eldest son of the Fang family, she has changed a lot, she has become fond of talking and laughing, and she has become extraordinarily warm, like a soft little rabbit - Zhuang can only think of this metaphor.

The corner of Zhuang's mouth patted Jiang Ying's back with a smile, and suddenly remembered something, and said at first: "Oops! I haven't given you the heirloom left by my lord yet! Look at my memory......"

Jiang Ying watched her hurriedly run outside to rummage, and was a little confused for a while.

Jiang Shiyun also left her a family heirloom?

It is strange that Jiang Shipin and Jiang Shiyou did not come to snatch such a good thing as an heirloom.

And when the Zhuang family happily held the family heirloom and sent it to her, Jiang Ying suddenly understood why......

"Are you sure, nurse...... Is this my father's heirloom for me? Jiang Ying asked dumbfounded.

What kind of heirloom is this?