On the way back to Dihor Garden, there was a farmer’s market. The large market had everything, from vegetables, fruits, and meat, to fresh fish, shrimp, and pickled flavors.
Cui Jiangjing and Fu Yi, the two freeloaders, felt awkward just sitting in the car like bosses, so when Rong Yan and Li Shengxiao got out, they had no choice but to join the walk through the farmer’s market.
Whether it was Cui Jiangjing or Fu Yi, from birth, their clothing, food, housing, and transportation were all taken care of by family servants. If they occasionally bought something, it was mostly from malls or large supermarkets. They had really never experienced a bustling farmer’s market .
So when Cui Jiangjing saw someone buying cabbages by the basket, he couldn’t help but exclaim in astonishment, "Wow, how many people are in that person’s family? I see him buying a truckload of cabbages."
Rong Yan glanced over with her peripheral vision, then returned her gaze to the green onions, ginger, and garlic she was selecting and calmly replied, "People buy them to store and eat over time. Cabbages won’t spoil if you keep them by the balcony, and many people don’t want the hassle of buying vegetables every day, so they prefer to buy enough for half a month at once."
"They eat cabbage every day?"
Eating cabbage every meal, just the thought is so bland!
Rong Yan couldn’t understand what surprised him. After picking her items, she handed them to the shopkeeper to weigh, looking at him as if he were an idiot, "Don’t you know cabbage can be cooked in many ways? Pork stewed with cabbage, cabbage with vermicelli, stir-fried cabbage, braised cabbage, cabbage with pork, braised chicken, spicy cabbage, cabbage soup... Oh, and cabbage with vermicelli in broth."
Cui Jiangjing was so taken aback by hearing over a dozen different dishes that he couldn’t close his dropped jaw. He didn’t want Rong Yan looking at him like an idiot, so he awkwardly touched his nose and asked, "What ingredients should we add to the hot pot tonight? I’ll help buy them."
Rong Yan blinked, her bright and clear eyes contrasting sharply with her long, thick eyelashes curling naturally, "Don’t tell me you’ve never cooked cabbage in hot pot."
Cui Jiangjing felt like he had seen a ghost, but still hesitantly spoke, "Every time I’ve ordered hot pot, there’s a cabbage leaf underneath the dish, and I’ve always assumed it was decoration..."
She was speechless, "Haven’t you looked at the menu? There’s always a dish called ’cabbage heart’ on it, right?"
Cui Jiangjing’s handsome face shifted from embarrassment to blushing, nearly angry from shame, and he coughed twice with his clenched fist, "I don’t like spicy food, so I rarely eat hot pot, and usually, others have already ordered when I go."
So he never needed to order, and naturally didn’t pay attention to whether there was a ’cabbage heart’ dish on the hot pot menu.
Rong Yan was speechless, glanced at Fu Yi beside her, and couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Fu, do you also not like spicy food?"
Fu Yi pushed the frame of his glasses up his nose, "I can eat it, but I rarely do."
She resignedly raised a hand, "...Then let’s go to the pork section first to see if there are any fresh bones left."
"And tomatoes; help me look out for stalls selling them and call me if you see any."
What kind of fate was this, having just finished a press conference only to rush to make hot pot for a few idle lords. Rong Yan really wanted to toss the task aside and let them find their own hot pot place with some cash. But seeing Fu Yi, who rarely came over but had helped her a lot, she gritted her teeth and bore with it!
Making hot pot was easy, but buying the ingredients was troublesome. Rong Yan asked their taste preferences one by one, rolled up her sleeves, and started shopping!