OBS Chapter 222 What does home taste like?
Chapter 222 What does home taste like?
Pei Mingqiu has lost some memories, but some memories are engraved in his bones and will never fade away.
His youth was a scene of splendor and glory, with golden branches and jade leaves.
He was the only child of his parents and had been spoiled since childhood. His mother treated him very well. Because he wore brocade and exquisite clothes, his family hired a team of embroiderers who were no less skilled than those in the palace's clothing bureau.
Because he loves delicious food, he has a team of chefs at home who are as good as the royal chef.
The mother said that watching those children gradually go from not knowing how to make a whole piece of clothing or cook a whole table of dishes is like watching her own children grow up. It is a wonderful feeling.
His mother asked him to taste the dishes cooked by the children.
In fact, those children were about the same age as him. Some were a few years older than him, and some were a few years younger. His mother said that they were all poor children!
What my mother loved to do most was to ask him to name the dish when she ate delicious food.
He still remembers that he once ate food cooked by a child. The child was about thirteen or fourteen years old at that time, but he had a great talent for cooking. His mother commented that the food he cooked tasted like home!
He didn't understand at the time.
What does home taste like? It should be magnificent, with delicious food, exquisite things, pavilions and towers, and magnificent!
But how can a few dishes give people this feeling?
He followed his mother's lead and came up with many dish names.
But he is a proud person, he only names dishes that are delicious. Children who can get the dishes named by him will receive a reward.
He remembered the happy yet shy expression on the child's face when he came to thank him and receive the reward after he named the dishes. He also remembered that he named a total of twelve dishes.
Seven of them belonged to the shy child.
Because her mother praised her the most!
But in a blink of an eye, those days seem so far away.
Those children are so far away.
How many children were there? Perhaps a hundred, perhaps a few hundred.
Anyway, the mansion is big enough to support those children.
They are all homeless people or orphans bought from human traffickers.
Their mother taught them to read and write, and allowed them to choose what they wanted to learn, and to have skilled craftsmen teach them.
If children have no talent in cooking or embroidery, their mothers will let them learn other things.
Reading, martial arts, military tactics, business, farming, working...
As long as you want to learn, you can.
The mother said that those children were very pitiful. Since they had the opportunity to enter the mansion, they should learn a skill so that they would have their own means of making a living even if they left the mansion in the future.
However, some people used this to criticize my mother, saying that she was seeking fame and reputation and had ulterior motives; that she was ambitious and hypocritical; that she was extravagant and indulged in wealth!
It is obvious that my mother did nothing at that time. With her family background, and her great military achievements and her ability to stabilize the government, what's wrong with her living a more luxurious life?
During those years, my mother had been staying at home and rarely went out. Apart from accompanying my father and him, she did not care about state affairs.
He remembered that among those children there were several who were very gifted in studying. Their mother allowed them to leave the house, abolished their slavery, registered their household registration, and sent them to official schools so that they could successfully take the imperial examinations.
Some children had a talent for martial arts and were interested in military tactics, so their mothers had their slave status abolished and allowed them to join the army.
He remembered that after four children passed the imperial examination and became scholars, they came to the mansion to thank their mother. He didn't know whether they went on to achieve further success.
Because later, the entire family was executed.
Before executing her entire family, the mother freed all her children from slavery and made them free people.
She said: In this life she had lived up to the late emperor and the present ruler. Although she did not have a good ending, when she was able to do so, at least she had provided those children with means to make a living.
She had been to the battlefield and killed people. She had done what she should do and had no regrets in her life!
At first, he didn't understand why his mother suddenly asked him to leave home to do business, and also gave him a letter, telling him to open it only when he heard of important events in Beijing.
When he heard the news that his mother was imprisoned and her entire family was about to be beheaded, he opened the letter and saw his mother's earnest instructions to him.
She and her father died with honour and made plans for him.
But as a son, when he got the news, even though his mother strictly ordered him not to return to Beijing in the letter, he still went back!
He wants to save his father and mother.
But even though he traveled day and night and killed several horses, it was still too late when he returned.
He only had time to see his mother's blood spilled on the execution ground and his parents' heads hung on the city wall.
His eyes were bloodshot and he was filled with hatred. At that moment, he lost all his rationality and just wanted to rush over and take back his father and mother's bodies.
But when he made a move, he was stopped.
He recognized that the person who stopped him was one of those kids.
But he had lost his mind and was unable to think. He still wanted to rush forward, but then he was knocked unconscious and taken away.
Several children who had seemed familiar to him at the time advised him to leave the capital. His mother seemed to know his character, and the guards left behind found him and wanted to escort him away.
But his whereabouts were still exposed.
What followed was a relentless pursuit.
As he continued to flee, there were fewer and fewer people around him and he was covered in wounds.
In the blood, he slowly lost his pampered nature as a noble young master, his innocence and fantasy, his softness and weakness.
Those were all piled up with wounds and soaked in blood.
Seven years have passed and the past is too painful to recall.
But today, he tasted the familiar flavor again.
And those familiar names, the names he gave!
He understands now.
The taste of home as my mother said!
It turns out that the taste of home is not about splendor, but about delicacies, exquisiteness, pavilions and towers, and magnificence!
But, warmth!
The kind of warmth that slowly wells up from the bottom of your heart and makes you cry!
That kind of peaceful smell that seeps in unconsciously and brings peace of mind!
So, when grilling, it’s not an illusion.
Is the Zhao Susu in front of me one of those children back then?
He ate the food in silence, bite by bite, letting the taste of home overwhelm him and letting the memories of the past immerse him.
that's nice!
Family!
But his mother is dead, his father is gone, where is his home?
Mu Guanchu's chopsticks fell into the dishes like raindrops. He was just about to take a break from his busy schedule to exchange some food thoughts with Pei Mingqiu, but when he turned around, he found that he seemed to be completely buried in the bowl, and his face was completely invisible.
He also eats vegetables and rice, but why are his movements so weird?
Confused, he reached out and touched Pei Mingqiu's shoulder.
Pei Mingqiu seemed startled and raised his head.
His face was calm and there was no sign of any difference, except that his eyes were very red, and there seemed to be soup in the bowl?
Mu Guanchu was a little confused. There was no soup on the table!