Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade-Chapter 105 - Wuxi Teahouse_1

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 Wuxi Teahouse_1

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 Wuxi Teahouse_1

Qian Sangui guessed his second brother’s intention; he was likely worried that their family, if ever favored with good fortune, would only remember the eldest branch and forget them. So he gave Lady Wu a meaningful glance, though Lady Wu didn’t quite understand his intent.

Qian Yixiu got the point, pulled Lady Wu into their bedroom, and asked her to cut a few yards of brown fine cloth to make clothes for Qian Ergui, and also had her take out a small silver ingot to give to him.

Qian Ergui accepted the cloth, but felt awkward about taking the silver ingot, “That’s money, third brother, keep it and use it slowly.”

Qian Sangui urged, “This thing isn’t worth much money, it’s just a novelty. Second brother, just take it.”

Qian Ergui, smiling, took the small silver ingot and played with this rare item that only wealthy families possessed.

Old woman Qian was also pleased to see this scene. Most parents favor their weakest child, and now that the third branch was doing well, her heart went out to her honest second son. Her second son and grandchild Manhe were both well, though Lady Tang, that wasteful wife, was annoying.

In the evening, Qian Sangui also kept Great-grandma and Qian Ergui at home for dinner and even had a couple of pots of drinks.

Lady Wu’s sweet fermented rice was ready.

On the thirtieth day, just as dawn was breaking, Qian Yixiu, along with Lady Wu and Qian Manxia, got up from bed.

Summer days dawn early, despite it being just the hour of Yin, a pale light was already visible on the horizon, and dewdrops hung on the rosebuds enshrouded in the morning mist. A still drowsy Qian Yixiu came into the yard, did some stretching exercises, jumped around a bit, and finally woke up completely.

Today they were going to make steamed egg cakes to take to the county town. Yesterday, Lady Wu had bought two pounds of milk in Green Willow Village, and for fear of it spoiling, she put it in a basin and kept it cool in water.

Eggs, high-quality white flour, white sugar, oil, and two sets of twelve bowl covers bought yesterday in the market as molds.

To get rid of the fishy taste of the eggs, in the absence of white vinegar, they had to use two drops of household vinegar, wondering what the taste would be like.

Once it was fully light, the egg cakes were steamed and ready, four pots in total. Forty-eight little egg cakes, golden, plump, and fluffy, were a pleasing sight.

Such steamed egg cakes were difficult to perfect even in her previous life. If one detail was mishandled, the result wouldn’t be tasty, and it might come out more like an omelet. Initially, to make this snack right, Qian Yixiu put in a lot of effort.

Due to the limited number of bowl covers, they also steamed a few egg cakes in small clay bowls. Those in bowl covers, more presentable, were given away, while those in clay bowls were for family consumption.

The soft and sweet egg cakes were liked by the whole family, including Monkey Brother and Benben and Tiaotiao. Dashan truly was a great mother, giving away her share to the children as she saw how much they enjoyed it.

The young Qian Yeejin savored the cakes so much he nearly swallowed his tongue, exclaiming, “These egg cakes are even better than the pastries in the county town.”

Qian Sangui agreed, “Not just the county town, I’ve traveled all over, even to the Capital City, and I’ve never tasted such soft and delicious egg cakes.”

Perhaps because it had been so long since she had eaten such a thing, Qian Yixiu also found it incredibly delicious.

Lady Wu asked in surprise, “Yixiu, how did you learn to make such a rare treat?”

Without any shame, Qian Yixiu said, “Yixiu just messes around when there’s nothing to do, and came up with it.”

She looked at the silent Cheng Yue and asked, “Mother, is it tasty?”

“Mmm, delicious. It tastes a bit like a cream roll, just doesn’t look like one,” Cheng Yue said while dabbing cake crumbs from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief. Cheng Yue, always particular about her appearance, unlike others, didn’t just lick off the crumbs with her tongue.

Although everyone was very curious about the cream roll, a term they had never heard before, fearing Cheng Yue might fall ill again, they didn’t dare to ask further.

Qian Yixiu also frequently stuck out her little pink tongue to lick her lips, eating heartily.

So delicious!

Cheng Yue frowned and said, “Yixiu, you’re not Benben or Tiaotiao, why are you licking your lips with your tongue? Your mother made you several handkerchiefs, use a handkerchief to wipe.”

As soon as she said that, Qian Sangui’s face turned red, and he quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

At the third quarter of the morning, Qian Sangui, dressed in new clothes and carrying five hundred and fifty silver notes, along with several small silver ingots, walked out of the courtyard with his younger siblings. They were off to the county town, not only to deliver goods but also to visit the broker and look into purchasing some land, as well as to see if there were suitable servants available.

Monkey Brother was bribed with two pieces of cake and behaved well without being troublesome, staying at home to look after the house with Dashan.

The younger siblings reassured Cheng Yue, saying, “Mother, don’t worry, we’ll be with father, and we’ll be back by the afternoon.”

In Cheng Yue’s eyes, Qian Sangui was the most capable person in the family. With the children alongside him, she felt at ease. She instructed them, “Come back early, I will miss you.”

Since they had left, Lady Wu had to stay home as no one felt comfortable leaving only Qian Manxia to accompany Cheng Yue. They were bringing six small jars of fermented rice wine and three boxes of grass-woven snack boxes full of cakes, so Lady Wu had to escort them to the bullock cart at the north end of the village.

Old woman Qian knew her son would be carrying silver today to buy land, so she did not visit their home and instead stood guard at the entrance of Qian’s Main Courtyard from early in the morning. The main house family was quite puzzled, and despite their inquiries, she said nothing.

When she saw her third son and his family passing by, she hurried over to check on her son anxiously. In a hushed voice, she asked, “Just the three of you, aren’t you afraid of being robbed? Should I tell your brother and nephew to accompany you?”

Qian Sangui smiled and shook his head, saying, “It’s nothing, Mother, don’t worry.”

Qian Yeejin smiled and whispered, “There would have been no trouble, but now people will suspect something seeing Great-grandma’s worried look.”

The old lady quickly said, “Oh, it’s my fault then. Off you go, Great-grandma will head back home right away.”

Qian Sangui also had Qian Yixiu give her a few of the cakes they had especially brought for her.

Taking the cakes from Yixiu’s hands, she looked at her son and great-grandson and laughed, “This old woman hasn’t wasted her affection on you two, you still think of me when you’ve got tasty treats.”

It was market day today, so there were more people riding the cart. The villagers greeted Qian Sangui’s trio with smiling faces, “Third Brother Qian, are you taking so many things to the county town to sell?”

“No,” Qian Yeejin interjected, “We’re going to Baohe Hall. Old Lady Zhang likes the fermented rice wine my mother makes, so we’re sending a few jars over.”

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It was necessary to show off when the occasion called for it.

Qian Sangui patted his grandson’s head, smiling. Despite appearing relaxed, his palms were sweaty with tension.

Upon reaching the county town, the grandfather and grandchildren hired a donkey cart and loaded their goods onto it.

Uncle Wu, who was driving the cart, clucked his tongue to the people who had not yet gotten off and said, “Being wealthy really is different, even willing to hire a donkey cart upon entering the county town.”

The grandfather and grandchildren first visited Wuxi Teahouse on Tongan Street.

The teahouse was a three-story building with a backyard, green walls, dark roof tiles, red carved doors and windows, and eight panels at the entrance. It looked like many other shops from the outside, but the interior was uniquely arranged, revealing a mix of elegance, grandeur, and luxury—one of the top establishments in all of Xishan County.

Wuxi Teahouse was different from other teahouses; it combined tea production, tea sales, and tea service. The first floor mainly sold tea leaves, the second floor was an open tea hall with a storyteller, and the third floor consisted of elegant private rooms.

Thanks to a tea-making expert, Master Huang, Wuxi Teahouse only accepted freshly picked tea leaves and processed them into finished products on their own. The brand’s tea, Wuxi Peak, was also in high demand in Capital City, even favored by the Emperor and the Empress Dowager.