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Chapter 10: Refined salt

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Song Feier found that Wu Zheng's eyes looked a little different from her usual. She felt a little flustered when she saw her. What could have been said without a mouthful, now made her hesitate.

But in the end Seinfeld still said: "I... You are my father-in-law, and now I am the only relative in this world. I am not worried about who else can you worry about?"

Wu Zheng smiled slightly: "Okay, you just have to say that. Let's go, Xianggong will take you to see something good today."

Song Feier was taken to the back kitchen by Wu Zheng with a look of confusion. This is a separate small courtyard. The chef who was cooking has been sent away by Wu Zheng these few days, and Xiang'er is now staying in this small courtyard.

As soon as the two walked into the courtyard, they saw Xianger stealing food from the kitchen.

"Xiang'er, what are you doing?" Seinfeld asked curiously.

"Miss, why are you here? And uncle, you are finally willing to come."

Wu Zheng looked at the salt mozi on the corner of Xiang'er's mouth. This girl actually stole salt here just now. The taste of this girl is too weird!

"Why don't you wipe away and find water to rinse your mouth, why would you eat salt if you don't eat anything, and you're not afraid to kill yourself with salt?"

"But this salt is delicious!"

"Salt! What kind of salt?" Seinfeld was surprised.

Xiang'er opened the clay pot in her hand and excitedly asked her lady for credit: "Miss is this salt, refined salt, refined salt like snowflakes, but it tastes not bitter at all."

Seinfeld ran over and took a look at the jar, and she looked as if she was taken aback by the contents of the jar.

I poke a bit with my finger and put it in my mouth and tasted it. It really is the finest refined salt. I couldn't help but ask in amazement: "Where does the refined salt come from?"

Xianger smiled and said, "This is what Xianger made!"

"You made it?"

"Yes! After my uncle taught me the method, he didn't care about me. Therefore, the salt here is made by Xianger alone, day and night. Look at the two big baskets! Both are Xianger alone. It's boiled out."

"Two big baskets!"

Song Feier looked in the direction of Xianger's finger, isn't it? The two big baskets are sharp, and they are all white salt.

Seinfeld felt that her brain was not enough, or her eyes were dazzled. The two baskets of refined salt could be a hundred catties, but where did so much salt come from

Seeing Song Feier's mouth closed, Xiang'er became even more excited. She pointed to Wu Zheng and said, "My uncle Miss is really cruel. I have to cook so much salt for Xiang'er alone. I don't know how to come and help me Seeing Xiang'er's fingers are bleeding."

"Who said that I gave you a donkey to help you grind the stone nest? By the way, what about the donkey? Why didn't I see it in the yard?"

"Uncle, you are ashamed to say that you have to help you take care of the donkey when you lead the donkey to Xianger. How can you have time to boil salt?"

Uh... alright! I was defeated by you girl.

"But at first, didn't I just ask you to boil ten catties for Xianger? Who told you to boil these two big boxes?"

Xianger froze for a moment, and said in a squeaky voice: "This... It's not because this salt is so beautiful and delicious. Xiang'er has never seen such white salt when he grows up so big, so... So I can't help it more. Got it a bit."

"You said why your girl is so uncomfortable? If you are tired, who will bring me tea and water? Who will pinch my shoulders and legs?"

"But..."

"But you still don't know what's wrong."

"I… "

"What am I, do you know Xiang'er wrong?"

"Xiang'er knew it was wrong!"

Wu Zheng nodded in satisfaction and smiled: "Well! It's good to know that you have made a mistake. Remember that you can't do it again in the future."

After I finished talking, Wu Zheng didn't forget to act like a big brother and touch Xiang'er's head as a sign of relief, but Xiang'er felt a little silly at this time! It was obvious that I was wronged just now, but when Uncle Jing said so, it became his own fault

Song Feier smiled and said, "Okay, don't make fun of Xianger. Xianggong, you have already made the salt. Why didn't you take it out earlier, and the people who caused you to worry about you in vain these past two days."

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "That's because it's not yet time! Didn't you also say it just now? At the beginning, I told Zhao Yi that there was no basis in the bet. What if he doesn't accept the account then? But it's all right now. He himself knows all about this matter, even if we were... (End of this chapter)