Ah Ling was born and raised in a water town. She is the best lotus picker in the country. This year's lotus seed harvest is a great blessing. The bad news is that a big businessman from the capital came to the town. His surname was Shen Mingyu. He monopolized all sales and drove the price of lotus seeds to the bottom. Seeing that the villagers' hard work for a year is about to be lost. The good news is that Ah Ling is not only good at picking lotuses, she also has a pair of skillful hands and a tricky mouth, and can make 108 kinds of tricks out of ordinary lotus seeds. "Let's hold a lotus banquet ourselves! Let the Marquis of Ning'an, who is said to be able to determine the quality of Jiangnan cuisine, to taste it!" Aling stood on the bow of the boat and raised his arms. Merchant Shen waved his fan on the boat on the other side and sneered: "What kind of lotus banquet do you want to hold for a bunch of mud-legged people? They are not overestimating their own capabilities." Aling staked all the lotus seeds on his grain drying ground to bet against Shen Yu. You are rich and powerful, but do you understand Lian? Do you know that chicken wrapped in lotus leaves with dew in the morning is the most fragrant, lotus seeds under the sun at noon make porridge the most glutinous, and lotus pods picked in the evening to make tea are the most refreshing? From the lotus-picking girl to the person holding the spoon, from the earthen stove to the grand banquet. Ah Ling and a group of kitchen "women's army" whose average age is over forty years old will use this lotus feast to fight for themselves and all the villagers who rely on water to eat! Small Theater: Later, the arrogant businessman Shen followed Aling every day. "Miss Aling, do you still have today's lotus seed cake?" "Miss Aling, can you leave me an extra bowl of tomorrow's lotus root soup?" Aling rolled her eyes at him: "Boss Shen, we are mud-legged and our food is vulgar.
