There are too many things to prepare for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Wang Jiuzhi was busy early in the morning, first asking people to prepare a basket of fat crabs; It is also to select all kinds of fruits to keep for moon cakes; It is also necessary to draw up a menu and send people to prepare the dishes for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Master Wang, this crab is extremely fat today, anyway, the house will use it tomorrow! Grab a few more baskets! ”

Zhao Yuan looked at the crabs in the bamboo basket and nodded again and again: "Exactly, Master Wang, you see, there are many navels today, and it is just right to take crab roe for cooking." ”

Wang Jiuzhi waved his hand and said, "I only need a basket today, and I will ask for more tomorrow." ”

Zhao Yuan looked at the two baskets of fat crabs with pity, what a good crab, maybe there won't be so many umbilical cords tomorrow, it's a pity. Looking at the greens in his hand, Zhao Yuan glared uncomfortably.

"Yesterday I said that there was no sour plum soup, and I sent such a side dish in the morning!"

The voice of the little girl who did not give up came from the kitchen, and Wang Jiuzhi hurriedly gave up the person who delivered the food and went into the yard to see.

Zhao Yuan threw away the green vegetables in his hand and said unhappily: "What is this small dish?" Fragrant and crispy, refreshing and appetizing, it is best served with porridge. ”

When the little girl saw Zhao Yuan, she became more and more energetic: "Yesterday, I said that I couldn't eat it in the hot weather, so I asked you to send sweet and sour side dishes, and send this spicy thing, which smells bad!" ”

"Why does it stink? It's fragrant! The name is coriander. ”

The little girl pinched her nose and said, "What coriander?" It's obviously a stinky dish! Rotten filthy stuff, stinky vegetables that even beggars don't eat!"

The name of this small dish is sesame coriander, which was handed down by Zhao Yuanzu. His great-grandmother was a local, and the good coriander she made was passed on to his father, and even Wang Jiuzhi praised his father's sesame coriander for doing well, which was a boastful thing, and now it is said to be a stinky dish. As soon as he became angry, he had no control in his mouth.

"What rotten and dirty thing, what kind of precious thing is that Rongyue in your house, picking fat and thin! The old lady eats this thing every morning, and the second master still grew up eating this, why can't she eat it? That's all there is to it today! ”

The little girl said: "Don't use the old lady to push me, you don't know when I do, you hide the good ones and keep them for yourself!" I don't believe it, except for this, there are no side dishes. The little girl said as she went into the kitchen, "You were dark yesterday, I can't see clearly, right?" Who doesn't know that you secretly got something to eat yourself! ”

But the little girl found a few jars for pickles, she opened them and said triumphantly: "Isn't there a lot of pickles, but what kind of messy coriander is sent!" ”

Saying that, she saw that Zhao Yuan's face moved slightly, and she knew that he had turned things out by himself, and he was at a loss. Then he said proudly: "Although we are subordinates, we can follow the third young master for a long time, and we can also identify some good and bad!" Aren't you just made of rotten vegetable roots? The big winter day was done, and it doesn't stink until now? I said yesterday, don't put garlic aside, you didn't do a good job, but you are reasonable? I'm looking for someone to judge this! ”

As he spoke, he swayed away with a gust of incense.

Zhao Yuan was stunned, and wanted to scold a few words when he chased him out, but he saw Wang Jiuzhi come in and hurriedly stopped, and complained: "Master Wang, look at what you don't see!" What's bad about sesame coriander? She was embarrassed to say that it was rotten and smelly! ”

"Isn't it just to change two plates of side dishes, you just take it honestly, why make so much trouble?" Wang Jiuzhi walked into the kitchen and carefully covered the pickle jar that the girl had opened, and put it back in its original position.

Zhao Yuan said unconvinced: "Isn't it time for the pickled pickle melon yet?" The real Hades is better, but the little ghosts are difficult. It is said that the third young master is picky, but he has never seen anything come back, and they are second-class masters! ”

Wang Jiuzhi just shook his head and didn't plan to say more: "Don't worry about so much, make the moon cakes, the old lady tasted the lard and date paste moon cakes in the morning and said it tasted good, let me make more and give it to others when the time comes." ”

Zhao Yuan heard Wang Jiuzhi ask him to make moon cakes, and immediately showed his joy, and said with his hands in a hurry: "Okay! Teach me this kind of work. But Master Wang, you didn't put lard, how can you call lard mooncakes? ”

"When mixing the dough, release the oil dough together, and knead the dough into the dough."

Zhao Yuan secretly wrote down the secret that Wang Jiuzhi said, and worked hard and faced.

Anyway, the little girl ran back and really found a few girls, swarming in and smashing, pointing at Zhao Yuan and scolding for a while.

Wang Jiuzhi hurriedly stopped the irritable Zhao Yuan, and said with a smile: "A few girls are eye-catching, may I ask ......?"

The little girl looked at him and said with a slight forehead: "You are still smart." My name is Caiyun, and I am the maid in front of the third young master. ”

Wang Jiuzhi nodded: "But what's undesirable about breakfast?" ”

Caiyun nodded proudly: "Finally, there is someone who knows the rules!" However, if I don't give you some color today, you don't know how good we are! ”

Wang Jiuzhi hurriedly stopped: "Girl, Caiyun girl." Give me a face, this is what I asked to send, I'll make a few more side dishes and send them. Don't be angry! ”

Caiyun saw Wang Jiuzhi bending down and laughing again and again, and his heart was useless: "I gave you face, who will give me face?" Smash! ”

Caiyun's order, a few little girls were smashing in the kitchen, so unhappy. The girl found the pickle jar again, and everyone couldn't stop her, only to see her raise her hand and smash one.

Sprinkled with sesame coriander.

Old Zhao Shan, who came in from outside, saw the chaos in the kitchen, and heard that it was a group of maids who came to make trouble, and didn't care much, when he saw that his coriander jar was smashed, he yelled, picked up the rolling pin and hit the little girl, and scolded in his mouth: "Beat you little prostitutes to death, black hearts and rotten intestines!" ”

Caiyun couldn't run because he was bound to his feet, and he had already been beaten by Lao Zhao Shan a few rolling pins, and he was already angry in his heart, and he listened to the vulgarity of his scolding, so he became more and more angry, but instead of hiding, he stood up straight, crossed his waist and scolded: "Who are you scolding?" I do things well, what kind of work is it? I'm clean, where is the innocence? ”

Seeing that Caiyun didn't hide, a few little girls scolded Lao Zhao Shan, and they all accepted their fearful thoughts, and followed Lao Zhao Shan one by one.

"You old thing, **** lost your heart in the morning, and you can't do it clean."

"You'd better wipe your mouth with some sesame oil! stinks, and you can still cook food for the old lady! ”

Zhao Shan was old, and he ran after these girls for a while, and then he was out of breath, Rao was full of scolding, but he couldn't do it, so he could only open his mouth, panting, and pointed at those girls with a slight tremble.

As soon as Zhao Yuan saw that his father was at a loss, he roared and rushed forward, waving his fist to beat someone.

The mother-in-law who was washing the vegetables saw Zhao Yuan waving his fist, for fear that Zhao Yuan would hit the girl in front of the third young master, and when the third young master came to suffer, he was busy stopping him.

When a few girls saw that someone was stopping, they became more and more bold, and they cursed endlessly.

Old Zhao Shan panted according to Zhao Yuan and said: "It's such a waste of things, and I will die in hell." I don't want to think that my family was poor and sold to be a girl, a slave and a maid, and now that I am full, I have nothing to waste the food, and I forgot about the dog before I became rich! Iniquity! Waste food, and the sky can't tolerate you little prostitutes. ”

Caiyun's face changed suddenly, his face turned from red to white one after another, and then to eggplant purple, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave.

The people in the kitchen thought that Caiyun would scold again, and they were ready to send someone to ask the steward to come over and suppress the matter, but they didn't want Caiyun to be scolded by Lao Zhaoshan. One by one, I just felt extremely relieved.

Lao Zhaoshan went back to the kitchen, picked up the pickles scattered on the ground in distress, and muttered in his mouth: "It's a pity." "This sesame pickle is made by him himself, and he is the most careful from picking the vegetables to making it.

The mothers-in-law who washed the vegetables also distressed and put the dishes and bowls that were smashed by the group of maids.

"Master Wang, this is the dish to be used tomorrow, what if it is broken? A lot of money and silver, what a sin! ”

"This fish is dying, and the taste is definitely not good!"

"The eggs are broken a little bit, too."

Ruixue, who had been hiding on the side, timidly pulled the corner of Wang Jiuzhi's clothes, and whispered, "Daddy, can I wrap my feet?" ”

Wang Jiuzhi was stunned for a moment, and then looked down at Rui Xu. Does this child know what footbinding is? Just ask yourself. He crouched down and smiled, "How can you ask that?" ”

"The fifth girl wants to wrap her feet, should I also wrap them?"

"It's not all wrapped. Others say that it hurts to wrap your feet, aren't you the most afraid of pain on weekdays? He asked patiently. In fact, not every woman has to bind her feet, he has heard people say that it is very painful to bind her feet, and some girls will faint in pain. Thinking about it, if Ruixue was in so much pain, he would not be able to bear it.

Ruixue didn't know why, so she remembered Mrs. Zhang's words. "Ruixue! Let your father ask someone to wrap your feet, and then you will be able to marry a rich man. In this way, your father doesn't have to cook for others, and he can enjoy the blessings at home all day long! ”

Although she didn't understand what it meant to marry a wealthy man, her father didn't have to cook for others, and he didn't have to work in front of the stove in the summer; In winter, her hands are not stained with cold water, and she still understands the meaning of enjoying happiness at home. It won't be like a little maid who ran to the kitchen to make trouble, and Daddy didn't have to lose all his smiling faces, so he waited for him.

She nodded preciously: "I'm not afraid!" ”

Wang Jiuzhi asked again, "Really? It's going to really hurt! I can't walk for days! "It seems that this foot binding will last for many days, and Rui Xue usually can't bear the slightest pain, how can she bear it.

When Rui Xue heard that she couldn't walk for several days, her little face suddenly turned a little white. Not long ago, she fell on her heel and broke her knee because she was in a hurry, and she lay at home for a day, and it felt really painful. Will it hurt more than that?

Wang Jiuzhi knew that she was afraid of pain, and said with relief: "It doesn't matter if we don't wrap our feet. Don't you see that the fourth aunt and the godmother are not bound to their feet? ”

Ruixue shook her head and said affirmatively: "I want to wrap my feet!" I'm not afraid of pain. ”

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Sesame coriander: also known as "five coriander" or coriander, not the kind of green leafy side dish, but a specialty of Wuhu, Anhui Province, is a pickled pickle, said that most Anhui people will do. My grandmother used to make it in the winter, and it was delicious, crispy and delicious, but we liked to eat spicy food.

It was recorded in the "Xingyuan Lu" written by Li Huanan of the Qing Dynasty that the pickling method of this dish at that time was: six taels or four yuan per ten catties of cabbage vegetables with fine salt. First, the vegetables are draped leaf by leaf, the thick part of the rod head is torn or cut into inches first, dried until six or seven minutes dry, and salted. Knead until the wilt is very soft, add pepper, cumin, tangerine peel and mix well, put it into the jar, plug it with grass very tightly, and do not let it be deflated. It can be eaten in January.

Plus a sentence of pickled melon. In Anhui, in fact, you can often see those who sell pickles, which are actually pickled with cucumbers. It tastes good too, but unfortunately I don't know how to make it.