[Pride and Prejudice] Lady Makes Money

Man Li silently stood up again, and said softly, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if I can add another dish."

The restaurant became very quiet in an instant, and everyone put down the tableware in their hands.

Even Mrs. Bennet stopped chattering, turned her head around, and looked eagerly at her third daughter.

Mr. Bennet frowned.

"Manli, don't be brave. I heard coughing from your room last night. You need to rest more. My daughter doesn't have to be a cook."

Hearing what her husband said, Mrs. Bennet showed a trace of regret on her face.

But just for a moment, she immediately nodded in agreement.

Putting his hands on his chest, he looked at Manli and said affectionately: "My dear baby, you have to know that your body is the most important thing. Every cough of yours seems to be coughing into my heart, letting me My heart is broken. Baby, mom doesn't want you to cook, I just ask you to take pity on my neurasthenia, and don't make me worry about you anymore. "

Manli couldn't help but tremble all over, goosebumps fell all over the floor.

To be honest, she has been here for half a year, and she thinks she has fully adapted to her current life.

If there is anything that cannot be adapted, there is only one thing——

This dear mama's nasty way of showing love.

As an introverted Chinese, such a hot and hot expression of love, even my own mother would not be blessed to accept it!

Manli looked at her mother with a smile, and gave her a gentle smile: "Mom, it's okay. I'm not feeling sick. I coughed last night because of the smoke from the candle. It's already healed. I'll do it A little hot food, now that the weather is getting colder, everyone will feel comfortable in their stomachs after eating some hot food at night."

Hearing what she said, the sisters immediately became excited.

"Steamed custard! Shall we eat steamed custard?" Lydia was the first to shout out, swallowing involuntarily at the same time.

"Dear third sister, can you fry an apple for me? I want to put a lot of maple syrup."

Kitty showed no sign of weakness, stood up from the chair, ran to Manli's side vigorously, and shook her arm vigorously.

"You still eat dessert? If you eat all the skirts, you won't be able to wear them."

The second sister Elizabeth looked at her with a playful smile.

"Manli, don't listen to them. Martha's cooking is enough. Let's just eat a little. Don't worry about it."

The most beautiful sweet sister in the family, Jane, is still so caring and considerate, and even the words she speaks are heart-warming.

Manli squeezed Kitty's increasingly fleshy face with her fingers, and deliberately put on a fierce expression to scare her: "If you eat such greasy food at night, be careful that your face is rounded again! And Ah, eating too much sweets will cause tooth decay, and if you eat more, you will lose all your teeth, and then you will become like the old lady of Fortescue, who can only eat liquid food."

One sentence made Kitty turn pale with fright, subconsciously stretched out her hand to cover her mouth tightly, as if in this way, her teeth would not fall out.

The whole restaurant suddenly burst into good-natured laughter.

Manli walked into the kitchen, skillfully opened her exclusive cabinet, and took out the required materials from it.

Britain is really a country where food is quite scarce, not to mention that it is only the eighteenth century and resources are extremely scarce.

When she first came here, she couldn't get used to the food here.

Every day is cold meat, fried fish, mashed potatoes, slices of bread, and even eating cheese once is considered an improvement in life.

Not to mention not even a leafy green in sight.

There was no other way, she had no choice but to be self-reliant.

What Manli never imagined was that the process would be so difficult. At the beginning, the whole family thought she was crazy!

It took a lot of effort to get a steamer, and then I had to bite the bullet and take the manuscript I drew to my father for help.

Mr. Bennet didn't understand what the third daughter was doing?

But looking at her small face that was completely thinned by a serious illness, she didn't need to explain at all, so she pampered herself and found a reason for her——

If you read a lot, you want to use what you have learned!

So the next day, I rode a horse to Hartfordshire, and found the best blacksmith to make the steamer.

For Mr. Bennet, this behavior is actually following the child's wishes and making a toy to make her happy.

But after tasting the egg custard made by Manli in a steamer, he, who has seen a lot, was astonished like the rest of the family!

None of them can imagine that the eggs they are used to eating every day can taste so good in a different way!

From then on, no matter what kitchen utensils Mary wanted to buy, Mr. Bennet ran very fast.

And Lydia has another hobby, squatting at the chicken coop every day to count eggs...

Half a year has passed, and Manli's cupboard is almost full. In addition to the steamer, there are also Chinese-style woks, spatulas, kitchen knives, and even a small stone mill.

These things looked very rough, incomparable to what was in the previous world, but Manli was already very content.

Sometimes she can't wait to kneel down and thank God for letting her spend the past twenty years in vain.

She used to run to restaurants because she was bored, and sometimes she even stayed in the back kitchen all day.

Because she is well-behaved and doesn't make trouble for others, and because she is a small boss, no one kicks her out.

Under the influence of her ears and eyes, she memorized many recipes unconsciously. Although she didn't have much chance to practice them, they were deeply imprinted in her mind.

Unexpectedly, now, the opportunity to practice has finally come.

Let the cook Martha turn on the fire and boil the water, then Manli took out eight eggs and cracked them into a large bowl, mixed them well, then added an appropriate amount of warm water, stirred them again, and took out the newly made sieve Filter out the foam, and then put it in a steamer with boiling water.Before covering the pot, don't forget to cover the bowl with a small plate to prevent distilled water from dripping into the bowl.

Thinking of Kitty's pitiful little eyes, Manli ordered Martha to pick some sweet fruits from the fruit tree at the door while steaming the eggs.

Sweet fruit is a unique fruit here, and Manli has never seen it before.

It is small in size, yellow-orange in color, thin in skin, crisp and sweet in flesh, and tastes a bit like the big pear in Huaguo.

Manli quite likes to eat.

While the cook was picking fruit, she took out a large piece of yellow ice and sugar from the cupboard, smashed a small corner with a mallet, and smashed the small corner into fine pieces.

There is no white granulated sugar yet, and all households use this kind of lump sugar that has not been completely purified.

The things made with it are definitely not as good-looking as white sugar, but the taste is still passable.

Manli put butter in the frying pan. After Martha peeled the sweet fruit and cut it into pieces, she wrapped it in a layer of flour and put it in the pan for frying. When the outer layer turned golden brown, she took it out and set aside.

Then wash the pot, boil the sugar, boil the syrup, pour the fruit into it and stir fry quickly.

Soon, a piece of shredded fruit wrapped in crystal clear sugar skin, exuding a sweet smell, charred on the outside and soft on the inside was made.

Instructing Martha to prepare a bowl of warm water and send it to the restaurant together with the prepared sweet fruit, Manli took out the steamed custard.

At this time, there is no feed for the chickens, they are all free-range, and the eggs are naturally pure natural.

So the steamed custard, even though no seasonings have been added, is also yellowish and fragrant.

Manli glanced regretfully at the soy sauce pot that was still fermenting and temporarily unusable by the cabinet, sprinkled a little salt that had been crushed again on the egg custard, and then took out the orange-red shrimp oil that was fried with small river shrimp and poured it on top.

Immediately, the egg custard, which was originally as smooth and tender as a full moon, became a little more colorful, exuding a mouth-watering aroma.

"Manli, Manli, my mother asked me to ask if you have finished your work? If not, Martha will do the rest. Come and have dinner with us!"

As soon as she picked up the bowl, Kitty poked a little head in from outside the kitchen.

Manli simply put the big bowl directly on the tray, and raised her chin at her: "Take it out."

"Hey!" Kitty didn't dislike her sister ordering her at all, she happily jumped in and ran outside with the tray.

"Be careful!" Manli couldn't help shouting.

"Understood, third sister, hurry up and eat!"

"It must be because I ate too much candied sweet fruit. This little mouth is so sweet. I haven't called my third sister that much before." Manli muttered in a slightly disgusted tone, but the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously. A smile.

This meal naturally made the whole family smile.After the meal, Kitty slumped on the chair clutching her stomach, yelling that she was too full to move.

As a result, the mother pulled her up from the chair by the ear, and ordered the two eldest daughters to accompany her, but actually supervised and went for a walk in the garden with Kitty.I also specially confessed that I am not allowed to come back if I don’t turn three times!

Looking out the windy window, Manli couldn't help but cast a sympathetic glance at them.

"Manli, follow me to my study."

Mr. Bennet wiped his mouth with a napkin, gave a sigh of contentment, got up from his chair, and said to his daughter.

Manli touched the letter and money in her pocket, and nodded, knowing that her father must be doing this.

As soon as she sat down at the desk, before her father could speak, she handed the letter and money to him.

Mr. Bennet raised his eyebrows, a little hesitant: "This is your personal letter, can I read it?"

Manli felt warm in her heart.

The eighteenth century she lives in is actually quite a dark period, in which women actually did not have any human rights.

Whether you are a nobleman or a commoner, attachment to men has become a matter of course, and it will not allow you to retain any personal dignity and private space.

It's like, the Bennet family obviously has five daughters, but the inheritance can only be inherited by an outsider in the end.

Manli winked mischievously at her father, pointed to the words on the outside of the envelope deliberately and read: "Longbourne Village, from Mr. Bennet. This is a letter to your father. What can't you read?" ?”

Mr. Bennet who was talking couldn't help laughing too.

When the manuscript was finished, Manli entrusted the postman to deliver the letter.

But on the day it was sent, she told her father that if there was a reply from the Hertfordshire newspaper, please forward it to her.

At that time, my father didn't ask any more questions, so he nodded in agreement.

Since the manuscript was submitted in the name of her father, Manli never thought of keeping this matter from her family, after all, she couldn't hide it.But she didn't expect her father to trust her so much that he asked the servant to give her the letter without even reading it.

Therefore, even if she reciprocates, she is willing to share her happiness with her father.

After reading the letter, Mr. Bennet was really happy!

Excitedly, he stood up from his chair and walked back and forth in the room.

Then he turned his head suddenly: "I want to tell your mother and sisters the good news! Also, I'm going to buy a hundred Hertfordshire newspapers and give them to all relatives!"

Manli: ...

The Hartfordshire newspaper can't publish a hundred copies in total, can it?There are very few people who can read and write.

She stood up, walked over to caress her father's arm, trying to calm him down, and then said softly: "Father, I hope this matter will be a secret between the two of us for the time being."

Mr. Bennet was stunned for a moment, and looked at his daughter puzzled.