Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 46 Ice Cream

  For the people of later generations, there is no difficulty at all in making ice cream at home. After preparing raw materials such as eggs, milk sugar, etc., they can be rolled directly until they are satisfied, and then put in the refrigerator to freeze, and the work can be completed.

  But for Feng Yong now, making ice cream is a small but extremely troublesome thing, so this is why he has been reluctant to do it before. Although he also wanted to reminisce about his childhood, oh no, it was the taste of ice cream when he was a child in his previous life.

  Eggs are fine, Feng Mansion produces them themselves. But where to find milk? Where can I find sugar? Most importantly, where can I find a refrigerator? There is nothing, so you still make wool? So Feng Yong never thought about making this thing.

  But ever since meeting Zhang Xing’s little loli, Feng Yong felt that his father’s love has grown—it’s definitely not the love of a strange uncle, um, that’s it—difficulties, aren’t they used to overcome? Feng Yong felt that he had the responsibility to give little loli Zhang Xing a cool summer.

  Of course, it's only natural to flatter Huang Yueying by the way. Women, most of them like to eat this kind of thing.

  Human relationship, isn’t it just a result of frequent walking? If you don't make excuses to walk around, people who are even familiar will become strangers, and vice versa, even if you are a stranger, after a few times, won't you become acquainted?

  There is no sugar, but maltose can always be found, right? There is no refrigerator, so easy to make ice with saltpeter! As for tall things like maltose and saltpeter, the little Feng Zhuang didn't have them, so wouldn't there be a tall, rich and handsome man plus a little rich and black one?

   Jincheng Zhang Mansion.

The little loli Zhang Xing was swinging in the backyard when she heard her mother's maid suddenly running in and saying, "Little lady, the prime minister's wife is here, and she said she brought snacks for you. I'm talking to my wife in the front yard now. I want you to go to the front yard."

   Zhang Xing's eyes lit up, he jumped off the swing, held up his skirt, and hurriedly ran to the front yard with his short legs.

   "Slow down, little lady, don't fall." The maid behind her shouted worriedly.

   "I got it." Zhang Xing didn't stop, but accelerated.

  In the living room of the front yard, Zhang Henghou's widow Xia Houshi was talking and laughing with Huang Yueying.

  Although there is a daughter who has become a queen, in the circle of noble ladies in the capital, there are not many people who can talk to the Xiahou family.

   Not because the status is too noble, but because the status is too embarrassing. Xiahou was originally the niece of Cao Cao's brother Xiahouyuan. Her parents died when she was young, but she was fortunately raised by her uncle Xiahouyuan.

  In those years, natural disasters and military disasters occurred in the Central Plains, and the people were in dire straits. After the emperor fled back to Luoyang, Shang Shulang had to go out to collect firewood, and the Xiahou family could not avoid it.

  Unexpectedly, one day I went out without looking at the almanac, and when I went out, I met a ring-eyed thief, who took her away without reason. After being thrown on the collapsed floor, she was asked who she was, and after learning that she was a good girl, they made her their regular wife.

   This ring-eyed thief is Zhang Fei, the third brother of Cao Cao's sworn enemy Liu Bei.

  The character of this Xiahou family is still very commendable, and she herself is considered to be recognized by Liu Bei and his brothers, otherwise Liu Bei would not have agreed to let her daughter be his daughter-in-law. But I can't help but her surname is Xiahou!

  The Xiahou family knew this too. Since Zhang Fei died, she seldom left the house of Zhang's house and devoted herself to raising her little daughter. Sometimes when my daughter wants to go out, she asks someone to bring it to Huang Yueying, and asks her to help take her daughter out to play.

  Huang Yueying herself has no children, and she is envied by the circle of noble ladies both openly and secretly—an ugly woman who occupies the talented and beautiful prime minister, and cannot even give birth to an egg.

  The two people in different embarrassing situations have become handkerchiefs who can talk about each other.

   "Mother, mother, is it my aunt?"

  Before Zhang Xingren arrived, the voice came in first.

  Before the words were finished, a small person jumped over the threshold with a skirt in hand and ran in. His pink face was flushed red from running fast in the hot weather.

   "Why is this child so reckless? It's hot weather, running like this, be careful of getting sunstroke." Xia Hou blamed, but his eyes could not hide the doting.

Zhang Xing made a grimace, and greeted Huang Yueying again: "My niece has met my aunt." After getting up, he hurriedly looked around, as if he was looking for something, and finally his eyes fell on Huang Yueying, with a big smile Eyes full of longing.

   The two adults knew what she was looking for, so they laughed immediately.

   "Such a small person is so likable. I don't know which young man will be blessed to marry when he grows up." Huang Yueying couldn't help but said happily.

   "It doesn't matter which one, I just hope that she can be safe and happy." Xiahou didn't think too much.

"The servants of the Wang family rushed over from Fengzhuang, and brought a message from Mr. Feng Xiaolang, saying that this snack must be eaten immediately after opening, otherwise it will be useless. If you don't open the food box , It can only last for two hours. I was about to go out and come over the house at that time, so I just brought it here."

  Huang Yueying took a food box with a woven bamboo and rattan shell from the table behind her, handed it to Zhang Xing, and said with a smile, "This food box is made of fine hair, and I don't know what's inside. Open it and have a look."

  The mouth of the food box was very large, and when he opened it, he found that it was filled with fine sawdust. Zhang Xing suddenly expressed disappointment and said, "Then Feng Langjun was playing tricks on someone, and sent a box of sawdust."

   "It's definitely not fluff," Huang Yueying reached out to take it, "This amount is wrong."

As he spoke, he peeled off the sawdust on the top, and found that there was a small clay pot that was tightly stuffed underneath. He laughed and said, "There is actually a pot inside, I don't know what it is, it is tightly sealed." Taking out the clay pot, she was caught off guard and ouched, as if she had a piece of ice in her hand, which made her put the pot on the table immediately.

   "What's the matter?" Hearing Huang Yueying's exclamation, Xiahou asked with concern, and looked at the jar, but found nothing unusual.

   "There are actually ice cubes inside." Huang Yueying looked at the clay pot in surprise, "In this hot day, where did Feng Xiaolang get the ice cubes, and still eagerly send them here?"

   "But how much ice can there be in such a small clay pot? It won't help much." Xia Hou laughed, shaking his head slightly, feeling that Mr. Feng Xiaolang, who had never met before, was really messing around.

   "Give me, let me see." Zhang Xing jumped up when he heard that there was ice inside, and shouted again and again.

  This small earthenware pot can’t hold much ice, and it’s useless for adults, but it’s different for children. It can’t relieve the heat, and it’s also great for playing.

"This is not an ordinary ice cube. According to the person from the Wang family, it is edible." Huang Yueying remembered the message and said with a smile, "The person sent two copies, one for me to try, and one for me. The portion is said to be for the little lady of the Zhang family. Since it is specifically stated, it should be different from other ice cubes."

   As he spoke, he took the clay pot again and opened the mouth of the pot.

  Xiahou just smiled, but didn't refute, but still felt a little disapproving. The ice cubes in summer are all dug in the ice cellar in winter and selected clean ice cubes to save, so they are naturally edible.

  In this place in central Sichuan, there is not much snow on the plains in winter, but it can be seen on the mountains. Although the prime minister practiced strict thrift, there were still some in the palace, but not many. As the queen's mother, she knew this.

  (end of this chapter)