Chapter 252, Longevity Pimple Soup

   "Daohua and Wenxiu wrote a letter back?"

  When the housekeeper came to report, Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Li both looked surprised.

  The old lady Yan said anxiously: "The letter, hurry up, get the letter!"

  The steward Sun immediately handed in the safety letter written by Daohua: "The letter from the uncle, the third master, and the fourth master is with the master. When the master said that he would bring it back personally when he was next to the government."

  Ms. Li asked while receiving the letter: "Did Wenxiu, Wen Kai, and Wen Tao all write letters and come back?"

  Sun housekeeper nodded quickly: "Yes."

  Ms. Li gave the letter to the old lady, asked the old lady to read it first, and then folded her hands together: "Thank God, I can write back, I think it’s okay."

Here, Mrs. Yan has finished reading the letter and learned that the four brothers and sisters of Daohua are in Xingyun Mansion. The heart that has been holding them is completely relieved, and she utters: "Amitabha, I have to eat this month. The Bodhisattva bless the descendants of the Yan family."

  Mrs. Li quickly said: "Mother, my daughter-in-law also wants to eat fast together."

  The old lady handed the letter to Mrs. Li: "Go and talk to your third and third siblings. These days, they are afraid they have not eaten or slept well."

  Mrs. Li nodded and responded: "Mother, I will send someone to speak immediately."

  Front office.

  Yan Zhigao took the letter from Yan Wenxiu and read it several times, still with disbelief on his face.

   Yan Wenxiu and the three people wrote in detail about the situation in Jiguang, and also talked about the prescription for the treatment of the plague that Daohua took out.

  The plague in Xingyun Mansion was brought under control, and the prescription given by the eldest daughter was still used!

  At this moment, Yan Zhigao felt like a pie fell from the sky and smashed him into a daze.

  The eldest daughter likes to read medical books. He also heard a few words about this matter from his mother and third brother, but he never took it to heart. Who knows that in a blink of an eye, he actually earned such great credit for the Yan family.

  Yan Zhigao read the letters again, reading each one carefully, and after confirming that it was true, he took a long breath.

  Just when the Yan family received the letter from the Daohua brothers and sisters, the memorial from Xingyun Mansion was also sent to the capital.

  The Royal Palace.

  The emperor looked at Mr. Xu’s doctor, and learned that he had found a cure for the plague, and that the plague in Xingyun Mansion had been brought under control, he immediately said three ‘good’ words.

Below   , several Shangshu also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

  During this period, because Jiguang was causing floods and plagues, the emperor often became angry. He denounced this today and punished that tomorrow, making them tremble every time they went to court.

  Now that the plague is under control, it is really gratifying!

  "Yan Zhigao"

  Looking at the person mentioned on the paper, the emperor narrowed his eyes: "This name seems familiar!"

  Shangshu of the staff hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "The emperor Qizheng, Yan Zhigao is the former Xingzhou Zhizhou who produced high-yield grains."

The emperor stunned, and nodded: "I remember, it was this person. By the way, has Fenxi's food production this year been reported?"

  Shangshu from the Ministry of Households replied: “It has been reported, but the yield per mu has almost increased by a stone when the land used for new crops is used.”

"it is good!"

  The emperor yelled, stood up, walked back and forth a few times, and then said: "Since it is really high-yielding, we should promote the new grains as soon as possible. By the way, give priority to the disaster-stricken provinces in the north."

  Speaking, paused.

  "This Yan Zhigao is a blessed general, so I should give it a good reward."

  Xingyun Mansion, Xingyuan.

  After half a month of treatment, Xiao Yeyang's body is almost healed, and Yan Wenkai can run and jump, but Dong Yuanxuan's body is still a little weak, and he needs to rest for a while.

  One evening, as soon as Daohua finished her work, Xiao Yeyang was taken to the kitchen.

"give!"

   Looking at the steaming pimple soup on the table, Daohua was stunned, and glanced at Xiao Yeyang somewhat blankly.

  Xiao Yeyang saw Daohua’s unidentified look and had to remind him: "Today, the first day of August, what day did you forget?"

Daohua's eyes lit up: "Today is my birthday!" As she said, she looked down at the pimple soup on the table, and then looked up at Xiao Yeyang, who looked slightly unnatural, flashing in her mind, probing. Said: "Is this the longevity noodles you made for me?"

  Xiao Yeyang nodded with a stern face, and said a little awkwardly: "I am also interested in doing it for the first time, and I didn't do it well."

  Defu heard this, and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

  For the bowl of pimple soup on the table, this afternoon, the master can stay in the kitchen all the time, which is quite leisurely.

   Daohua's mouth twitched: "Xiao Yeyang, I think you may not be very clear about yourself. You should be more confident. You are not doing very well, but very badly."

   said, sat down at the table.

  Originally, after hearing what Daohua said, Xiao Yeyang thought Daohua disliked his craftsmanship. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, this guy picked up the chopsticks and ate directly.

  Xiao Yeyang's heart was tight, and he asked quickly: "Is it delicious? Oh, no, can you eat it?"

After taking a bite of the lumpy rice flower, he was silent for a while, swallowed the lumps in his mouth, and looked at Xiao Yeyang faintly: "Xiao Yeyang, since you are not sure whether this lumps can be eaten, why do you need them? Eat it for me?"

  Xiao Yeyang: "I think you should eat longevity noodles for your birthday."

  Taohua looked at the noodle soup in the bowl and said, "Whether you can eat this longevity noodle?"

   Xiao Yeyang's face stiffened, and he looked at the gnocchi in the bowl: "In order to make sure I can eat it, I have cooked it for a long time. I think it should be edible."

  Daohua looked at the sticky noodle soup, and sighed, "You are almost boiled to a mash, you can definitely eat it." At least it must be cooked.

   Seeing that the rice flower was immersed in eating again, Xiao Yeyang felt embarrassed: "Or, don't you eat it?"

   Daohua shook her head: "Why don't you eat it? You made this, and it's the first time I have made it. Why should I finish eating it with my face."

Seeing Xiao Yeyang a little embarrassed, he smiled again.

   "In fact, the taste is not as bad as expected, that is, did you treat sugar as salt? The pimple soup should be salty, you made it sweet."

   "However, I don't choose the sweet one. Let's change the taste."

  Looking at the sweet smell of Daohua, Xiao Yeyang slowly raised the corner of his mouth, feeling that the busyness this afternoon had become meaningful.

   "You eat slowly, don't worry, if you find it delicious, I will make it for you right away, just because the fire hasn't gone out yet."

   "Ahem~"

  Daohua accidentally choked, and then began to cough.

  Seeing this, Xiao Yeyang quickly stood up, walked to Daohua's side, and patted her on the back.

   After coughing, Daohua felt much better, and said to Xiao Yeyang quickly, “No, I’ll be full after I eat this bowl.”

  Sweet pimple soup. Although it can be eaten, it is too greasy to eat!

  Xiao Yeyang looked at Daohua and was silent for a while: "Well, this time, I am indeed a little rusty. It will be fine next year."

  Ina Hua suddenly hit a clever.

   Come next year?

  God, please let it go!

  (End of this chapter)