Chapter 2384: 1865: Scallion and Sugar Rolled Pancakes

As Teacher Tang stepped onto the damp ground of the courtyard, she immediately felt a sense of peace."Ai."

It was rare for someone with her temperament to sigh like that. She first asked, "Where’s Qiaoqiao? I’m planning to stay here for the whole summer vacation this time, is that convenient?"

Convenient was an understatement; Lao Song’s Family practically rolled out the red carpet for her!

But Qiaoqiao wasn’t around.

"Qiaoqiao’s gone to stay at a friend’s place in Qin City."

Oh my!

This was something new! Teacher Tang brightened up. "Qiaoqiao really is progressing fast!"

When she’d come last year, the child had still been obsessed with cartoons, every now and then picking up some straight tree branch and humming and hawing like she was practicing martial arts!

This year her mentality had grown so much—she already had what it takes to go stay over at someone else’s home for a few days. How could that not count as growth?

But right now Qiaoqiao wasn’t the main point. As she set down her suitcase, she walked to the kitchen door like she knew the place by heart and glanced inside.

This bright, spacious, clean, extremely orderly kitchen was just as it had always been.

Then she caught the surging fragrance of pancakes, and suddenly Teacher Tang’s stomach started growling:

"Are we having flatbreads for lunch?"

Not long ago, when she was traveling, some roadside stall had served wontons with a little white-sugar crispy cake—slightly sweet, slightly flaky, slightly fragrant, the more you chewed the better it tasted, and before she knew it she’d gotten hooked.

So now she was full of anticipation for anything made of flour.

Seventh Uncle thought of the portion of roast duck he’d have to give up now that there was one more person. At this moment, he looked at the freshly steamed little pancakes, then at the kitchen knife polished until it gleamed, and said wistfully:

"Yeah, scallion slivers, white sugar, sweet bean sauce, all rolled up in pancakes."

Teacher Tang: ...

Even back in her hometown of Beicheng, where people loved sweet dishes, no one had dared to try such a bold, creative combination...

"Um..."

She looked rather helplessly at Professor Song:

"Do none of you keep an eye on your blood sugar out here?"

She was the type of refined old lady who, when living alone, had avocado, nut-and-vegetable salads and the like, and even sprouted her own microgreens.

Sesame sprouts, green bean sprouts, cabbage sprouts... Anything that could sprout, she’d made into salad! Though she hadn’t stuck with it long because it didn’t taste great, this kind of thing was all about that "+1 to health" sense of satisfaction.

And yet at Lao Song’s family’s place, the sugar content was super-sized?

Professor Song burst out laughing. "Just say whether you’re eating it or not."

Teacher Tang was instantly torn between desire and reason.

Fortunately, Wu Lan was kind-hearted and couldn’t bear to see an old lady looking so dejected. She hurriedly said:

"Who wants scallion rolls anyway? We’re having roast duck for lunch! Teacher Tang, the duck will take a bit, but these melons were just picked from the mountain. How about I cut you half to whet your appetite first?"

Meanwhile, after helping carry the luggage up the mountain and coming back down, Song Tan saw Teacher Tang delicately using a toothpick to spear melon pieces. Remembering how last year even her teacups had to meet certain aesthetic standards, she couldn’t help but smile:

"Teacher Tang, you’ve come at the perfect time. Our village is about to hold a matchmaking event. Why don’t you lend us a hand?"

Hmm?

The little old lady immediately straightened her back, eyes sparkling. "A matchmaking event? You want me to be a matchmaker?"

Whether or not she actually brought about any marriages wasn’t important; what mattered was how fresh and novel this felt. In all her life, no one had ever given her this kind of assignment before.

Song Tan couldn’t help laughing out loud. "Teacher Tang, if you’re the matchmaker, I’m afraid you’ll start listing all kinds of flaws on both sides first, and then they’ll both get so embarrassed and annoyed that no one will be in the mood to fall in love."

"We just want you to use your worldly experience and sharp eye. Later, if there’s anyone obviously unreliable, you can quietly point them out for us..."