MTL - I Became the Prime Minister’s Adored Wife after Transmigrating-Chapter 213 Plum Soup Cake

  Chapter 213 Plum Blossom Soup Cake

   After the whole family had a lively lunch, Ji Zhao went back to the house.

  As soon as she entered the house, she saw the red wintersweet plant placed in front of the window.

   There is even a faint fragrance of plum blossoms in the room, which is refreshing.

  She couldn't help but approached the window, leaned over, and sniffed the plum fragrance.

   Shen Yao, who just happened to pass by the window, happened to see this scene.

  He silently raised his eyebrows, and this scene was firmly imprinted in his mind.

  Many years later, when Ji Zhao accidentally discovered the picture album that this man regarded as a treasure, he realized how important she was to Shen Yao.

   "Shen Yao," the moment Ji Zhao opened his eyes, he happened to meet Shen Yao's smiling phoenix eyes.

   "A Tao," Shen Yao replied with a smile.

   The moment their eyes met, both of them saw deep affection in each other's eyes.

   "Near the back mountain, the wintersweet blooms beautifully, do you want to go and see it?" Shen Yao walked into the room, and invited with a gentle smile, "If you are not tired, I will take you to see it?"

   "Okay!" Ji Zhao readily agreed, "Then wait for me for a while."

  Ji Zhao immediately walked into the kitchen and picked up a basket leaning against the corner.

   "You are?"

   "Shen Yao, have you ever eaten honey-soaked plum blossoms?" Ji Zhao said with a smile, "Honey-soaked plum blossoms are fragrant and sweet, especially delicious. When we come back with some plum blossoms, I will make them for you."

"it is good."

  The two went out together, probably because of the snow last night. Although the sun was shining brightly in the sky, it was still cold outside.

   "It is said that melting snow is colder than snowing, and now it seems that it is true!" Ji Zhao said with a smile while rubbing his hands in a huff.

  Shen Yao smiled and grabbed her hands, and gently put them into his arms.

   "Aren't you cold?" When Ji Zhao was about to pull out his hands, Shen Yao held them firmly, "I'm not cold, I'm hot."

   "Fool." Ji Zhao smiled helplessly.

   But this feeling is really warm.

  The river outside Shanghe Village is already frozen.

  The weeping willows on both sides of the river bank have also become bare.

  Thick white snow covered the branches, sparkling under the sunlight.

   "A Tao, look."

  Following the direction of Shen Yao's finger, Ji Zhao saw the two wintersweet trees not far away.

  The cold wind hit, the branches covered with plum blossoms trembled uncontrollably, and the pink plum blossoms spilled all over the ground.

  The pure white snow and the pink plums reflect each other, forming a wonderful picture scroll, which makes people intoxicated involuntarily.

   "I roughly understand that sentence now. Meixu is three points inferior to snow, but snow is inferior to plum." Looking at the scenery in front of him, Ji Zhao couldn't help sighing.

  Hearing this sentence, Shen Yao's eyes lit up, and he looked at Ji Zhao with more appreciation, "A Tao, which senior wrote this poem?"

  Ji Zhao thought about it seriously, "I remember that this poet is called Lu Meipo, right?"

  Mei Xue contends for the spring but refuses to fall, so the poet puts down pen fees to review chapters.

  Plum hair is three points less white than snow, but snow is less fragrant than plum.

   "Senior Lu is really talented." Shen Yao couldn't help but praised, "This poem is very artistic, and it's full of wit and wit after savoring it carefully."

  Actually, Ji Zhao just mentioned it casually, she didn't expect Shen Yao to have so many insights.

  She smiled, then squatted on the ground, and began to pick plum blossoms.

  Instead of discussing this poem, she prefers to think about how to make honey-soaked plum blossoms more delicious.

  Shen Yao accompanied her and picked up a lot of plum blossoms together.

   Ji Zhao, who returned to the kitchen with a basket on his shoulders, pursed his lips in satisfaction.

   "Honeyed plum blossoms are probably a bit too sweet. I'm going to make plum blossom soup cakes." Ji Zhao rolled up his sleeves and started preparing to make this sweet and delicious dish.

  At night, there was a sweet and delicious plum blossom soup cake on the dining table of the Shen family.

  Zhao Lanhua stared at the bowl of soup, and asked worriedly, "A Tao, is this plum blossom really edible?"

   "Of course!" Ji Zhao said with a smile, "Mother, try it, it tastes really good!"

   Zhao Lanhua, full of curiosity, carefully took a sip of the soup.

  The entrance is sweet and sweet, accompanied by a faint aroma of plum blossoms, and there seems to be a sweet aftertaste, which makes people feel unsatisfied.

"Plum blossom soup cakes appetizers and Qi, and can clear lung heat." Ji Zhao explained with a smile, "I also added some sandalwood to this soup, and the fragrance of plum blossoms permeates the tulip of sandalwood. "

   "A Tao, is there any chicken soup added to this soup?" Second Aunt Shen couldn't wait to ask, "I feel that the delicious aroma of chicken soup is also tasted!"

   "That's right!" Ji Zhao said with great admiration, "Second sister-in-law, you really have a good tongue, it's amazing!"

"That's it~" Second Aunt Shen said proudly, "I won't blow the other ones, but my tongue is really amazing! Whether it's sweet, salty or sour, as long as you Bring the dish to me, let me taste it, I'm sure I can analyze it for you!"

   "Okay, stop bragging!" Zhao Lanhua was amused by her daughter-in-law, "Hurry up and drink more soup!"

   "Okay, mother!"

"Tomorrow will be twenty-nine, you gentlemen remember to clean the house well!" After putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Zhao Lanhua seriously reminded, "The second family, take good care of Zhuangzhuang; old master Yes, you help make some old dough, and on New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, we will make dumplings together; as for A Tao, accompany me back to Tianjia Village tomorrow."

   "Mother?" Except for Ji Zhao, everyone else cast surprised glances at Zhao Lanhua.

"Mother, do you really want to go back to Tianjia Village?" Aunt Shen said with a face of disapproval, "Why don't you go back? If you have something to give to your grandfather, let Dalang go there? "

   "Yes, Lan Hua, have you really thought it through?" Shen Dashan frowned in disapproval.

  Zhao Lanhua sighed deeply, "I heard that your grandfather is ill, I... have to go back and have a look."

   "Then shall I go with you?" Shen Dashan asked hastily.

   "No, Ah Tao will go with me." Zhao Lanhua waved her hands and said firmly, "Let's just settle this matter, it's getting late, everyone should go back to the room and rest first."

  After returning to the room, Ji Zhao stared at Shen Yao sitting beside the table with his hands on his cheeks, motionless.

   "What's the matter?" Shen Yao looked at her cute expression, and smiled helplessly.

   "Is there a story about Mother in Tianjiacun?" During dinner just now, when Zhao Lanhua mentioned Tianjiacun, Ji Zhao felt that the atmosphere at that time suddenly became very strange.

   Moreover, Zhao Lanhua, who was always bright, had a slight melancholy in her brows.

  (end of this chapter)