Knock Knock Knock——

    A Yao noticed that the maid in a bun passed by the window. Her slim figure was reflected on the Korean paper in front of the door. She heard several knocks at the door and asked her to come in.

    "Please come in."

    When she woke up, she saw the room decorated with a heart from her throat back to her stomach. She knew she was safe, but the problem came again. Where was she? What about the others? Where''s Pei Shuo?

    She is full of questions and needs answers.

    The servant girl pushed the door in and said, "girl, are you awake? This is the Meng family. Yesterday, Mr. Pei brought you back and placed you in our family temporarily. "

    "No wonder I look strange here. It''s warm everywhere. It''s not like an inn. Thank you for taking me in." A Yao left the dressing table and touched the wound on her shoulder. It hurt so much that she inhaled. Only then did she remember that she was bitten by a "dog" yesterday.

    Touching the wound on her shoulder, someone has already bandaged her. If she doesn''t move her left shoulder, she doesn''t feel much. It''s just that it''s a little inconvenient to raise her hand and doesn''t hurt her bones. It can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

    She blessed the servant girl.

    The servant girl turned aside and didn''t receive a Yao''s gift: "if you want to thank me, go with me to see the old lady later. The old lady took you in."

    Guys?

    A Yao smiled: "have all the thirty children been saved? Now here too? "

    "No, last night there was a strong wind and rain. The childe led a group of children outside the door to take shelter from the rain, which frightened us. The old lady was kind-hearted and couldn''t bear to let the children out in the rain. She let them in... But childe Pei went out last night and hasn''t come back yet."

    A Yao pondered and understood the meaning of the servant girl: "thank you for your reminding. Please take me to the children''s room. I''ll take them to thank the old lady. I''ll resign from the county government. Maybe some of the children''s parents are looking for them."

    Going through the main room to say goodbye to the old lady, ah Yao looked up at the sky. The thick clouds blocked out the sun. It was gray. She couldn''t see the sky clearly. The sun was collected to be poisonous and dazzling. She didn''t know whether it would rain again.

    Old lady Meng in the hall heard their intentions, but turned her mouth to her side and said, "you don''t like the old woman. I''m in a hurry to leave."

    "Where!" A Yao said first, "madam, I''m kind. I don''t know what to do without you."

    The late wind at night coincides with a shower. The wind blows and the rain hits the skin, making the scalp numb. If they get cold on the way back to the inn in the rain at night, they may have a high fever and even take their lives.

    Such saving is also killing people.

    Fortunately, everyone is fine.

    When a Yao went to see them, each child''s temperature was as normal. When she asked, she knew that the servant girl cooked them green onion and black bean soup last night, covered them with bedding, and thanked them again.

    "Let the old woman see if you feel uncomfortable?" After listening to this, Mrs. Meng waved to the little diced peas behind and motioned them to go over. The little diced peas were not afraid or defensive at all. They smiled and surrounded them. The old lady''s eyes lit up with joy. For a while, she was hearty and for a while, she shouted for her baby.

    After probing their heads, they didn''t get unusually hot. They still told the servant girl to make ginger soup: "go and cook a pot of ginger soup, and then each person beat an egg to make up for them. Look at these smart and lovely children..."

    "Yes..." the servant girl was embarrassed, but she still went to the kitchen. Ah Yao saw that she was embarrassed and had a headache, so she said, "sister, I''ll cook ginger soup for you."

    "That''s great. I''m having a headache." The servant girl didn''t give in and took ah Yao to the kitchen.

    Break off a large piece of fresh ginger, wash and scrape away the dry bark like skin, revealing the tender ginger yellow, vaguely emitting a pungent taste. The green onions rush the nose, while the ginger is refreshing.

    Cut the ginger into thin slices, stack it neatly in a small dish, pour it into the pot with water and bring to a boil.

    Before long, the water boils without steam. Put the whole silver ingot shaped black sugar into the soup. The boiling water is immediately quiet. The black sugar gradually melts and brings out a wisp of brown and black. With the icing in the pot, it fluctuates with the boiling ginger water.

    The black sugar is completely dissolved, and the ginger soup turns brown and black. It''s time to scoop out the bowl.

    The servant girl thought about today''s breakfast yesterday. It''s too fine to consider. Pancakes mixed with soup and porridge are both staple foods. She doesn''t worry about feeding more than 30 children.

    In the morning, the white flour cake blank has been prepared. The white dough is rolled into small cakes, smeared with oil and sprinkled with sesame. It is especially cute.

    The servant girl stretched out her hand and hung over the iron pot. Feeling the high temperature emitted from the pot, she took a piece of fragrant white lard cut square and quickly wiped it along the edge of the landslide for a week, and small cakes were pasted on the hot stove.

    The oil squeaks and frys the white flour cake blank in small bubbles. Now it''s not time yet. When the white flour is roasted, the smell of sesame will float out. The nose is sensitive, and you can even smell the lard under the sesame.

    Taking advantage of the vacancy of pancakes as a servant girl, I remembered that ah Yao was actually just a 7-year-old Douding. Among those children, there were others older than her. She even caught a 7-year-old girl as a strong young man and asked her to cook ginger soup? What a busy head!

    "Can you help me look at the fire and see if the water on the stove is boiling? I''ll do the rest... Are you ready? "

    A Yao carried the bowl, her eyes were rolling, and she was blowing and sipping. She heard the surprised voice of the servant girl and replied, "yes, I see my sister sweating, so I cooked ginger soup myself. Sister, have a try?"

    The servant girl took it doubtfully.

    A Yao said, "it''s just cooked. It''s hot. Sister, be careful not to hurt your throat."

    Blowing away the hot fog, I took a sip. The spicy ginger slices and the sweet brown sugar were rubbed into a bowl of hot soup. It was sweet and spicy. "Did you put pepper in it?" Asked the servant girl.

    "Yes, a little. What do you think of it?" Ah Yao asked.

    "It''s delicious. Thanks to you, otherwise I don''t know when to be busy alone. " Put down the bowl, the servant girl felt her pores dilate and wanted to sweat, "you''re really good at making ginger soup."

    Although I don''t understand why there is only one servant girl in such a big Meng house, it''s someone else''s family business. It''s useless to ask more questions.

    "My husband taught me." A Yao was so happy that she narrowed her eyes, and the fine light under the willow eyebrows flowed in her eyes. Wangyue only told her what to do, but she did it for the first time. There is nothing more gratifying than the praise and recognition of diners. Even a bowl of porridge and a bowl of ginger soup is a successful start.

    The servant girl was surprised: "are you going to be a cook in the future?"

    Her eyes fell on the wound on a Yao''s shoulder and said, "Miss Jiang, although your shoulder injury is OK, it may leave scars."