Song Tan’s Chronicle - Chapter 148.1

But it was only early April, and the mint had just sprouted a small, tender clump. Plus, since they hadn’t prepared chicken blood for it…

Seventh Granduncle sighed gloomily and decided to save this dish for summer.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yanping had already plucked a large bunch of blooming rapeseed flowers and tossed them into the basket.

Seventh Granduncle glanced down and immediately jumped in frustration:

“Why did you pick the fully bloomed ones? Wouldn’t the buds be more tender?”

Zhang Yanping was momentarily confused. He didn’t cook; how was he supposed to know that they needed the buds, not the flowers?

But that didn’t stop him from speaking confidently:

“Seventh Granduncle,” he said, mimicking Tan Tan’s address, “The bees are collecting nectar here; let’s leave the buds for them and eat whatever they leave behind. I’m not picky.”

Seventh Granduncle: …

A chef could not tolerate such comments!

“Don’t say that outside; it’s too embarrassing. What kind of household are we? Eating leftover rapeseed flowers from the bees…”

But thinking about the sweet honey water he tasted last night, he couldn’t help but lick his lips again:

“Wife, did you drink the honey water last night?”

“I did,” Seventh Grandaunt answered crisply. “I slept soundly and felt great when I went to the bathroom this morning.”

As people age, digestive functions don’t work as well as they did when they were younger; constipation becomes a common issue.

After just one night back, Seventh Grandaunt felt comfortable all over, every part of her body at ease.

Hearing this, Seventh Granduncle rubbed his stomach, recalling his carefree morning routine…

He looked again at the blooming rapeseed flowers in the basket and decided that leftovers weren’t so bad after all.

Zhang Yanping continued strolling with the basket, following leisurely behind. Not far away, he saw Seventh Granduncle stop again beside a vegetable garden, looking at the coriander sprawling on the ground.

He leaned in and asked excitedly, “Are we having fish for lunch?”

Ah, the wild carp that his uncle caught was particularly delicious, whether in soup or braised, and he could never get enough.

But they had been eating it often at home lately. How many fish had they caught? How had they not finished them yet?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Seventh Granduncle shook his head: “I checked the fridge yesterday—no more carp, only a bag of salted fish chunks left. The coriander looks good. When we get back, I’ll dig some more coriander from the garden and roast the remaining beef with coriander and hot peppers.”

Zhang Yanping felt his mouth water instantly.

Thinking about this taste, he realized he had wasted over twenty years of his life; not only had he never eaten rapeseed flowers, but he also hadn’t tasted coriander-roasted beef either!

His belly was full, but his mouth was watering—this feeling was truly uncomfortable!