Chapter 363 Wanru's Follow-up

Wen Zhenyi came out of the Song family and stood on the busy street. Looking at the hustle and bustle of people coming and going on the street, he suddenly felt a little lonely.

A Xiang has been with me for more than a year, and I feel a little uncomfortable with his sudden departure.

"Miss Wen."

When Wen Zhen heard someone calling him, he turned to look at the carriage that had stopped nearby. The curtain was lifted, revealing a familiar figure: "Grandpa Wang."

Boss Wang looked at her with a smile on his face: "Why are you standing here?"

"I just came out of the Song family and thought about some things."

"Where are you going? I'll take you there."

"I didn't know you were in the county, otherwise I would have wanted to look for you. Now is a coincidence. I wonder if you are free."

Boss Wang said with a smile, "When you have time, come up to my teahouse and sit for a while."

Wen Zhenyi got on his carriage and sat across from him: "Grandpa Wang probably won't be back to town soon."

"I have to go back tomorrow."

"Can I get a ride?"

"Okay. I heard from Old Man Shen that you were going to come see me, but something delayed you. Are you done with everything now? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Everything has been taken care of. I just wanted to discuss something with you."

They arrived at the teahouse and heard the customers crying before they even entered, which made her curious.

Boss Wang smiled and said, "Today is the day when Biaozi and his group perform a play. I hope you haven't seen it yet."

Wen Zhenyi nodded awkwardly. It was her idea, but she herself had never seen a performance: "Yes."

"Come on, I'll take you to find a place to sit down and we can watch and talk."

Wen Zhenyi followed him into the teahouse. The guests inside were not affected by their arrival and were still watching the performance on the stage intently.

She saw all kinds of snacks on their tables, some of which were braised meats produced in her shop, and some were snacks made from her boss Wang’s recipes.

Boss Wang saw her slow down and turned to see her staring at the food on the table: "Your food is very popular in the teahouse."

Wen Zhenyi smiled slightly and followed him to a private room.

The waiter served the two of them tea and snacks and then left.

When the window here is opened, it faces the stage, and you can hear clearly what the people are saying. She had visited some ancient buildings in her previous life, and such stages would have special designs.

Some of them have effects similar to those of a sound amplifier, and speaking on them can transmit the sound to every corner of the teahouse or theater.

Boss Wang looked at the play in front of him and said, "You should be familiar with this play."

When Wen Zhen heard him say this, he looked at the performance on the stage. He was really familiar with it. Isn't this the story of Aunt Qin?

She didn't pay much attention to what happened to the Qin family later, but she found the answer here.

Wanru raised Uncle Qin's deceased mother's five-year-old child very well. Now the child treats her as if he were her own child, and the Qin family now has only this one male child.

As long as Wanru is unhappy, the child will be unhappy. If the child is unhappy, the whole Qin family will suffer.

It’s strange to say that Uncle Qin and his deceased wife had been married for many years but had no children. It was not until five years ago that they had this child, but the child died due to complications during childbirth.

Now the Qin family treats him like the apple of their eye. When Wanru went there just now, he caused her a lot of trouble.

But now it seems that Wanru is also a capable person. It would be a good thing if she could live a good life.

When she saw this, she thought that this was the end of the story, but she didn't expect there would be a twist at the end. The Qin family was used to being domineering in the village.

One day, they had a conflict with a family in the village and a fight broke out. The Qin family had fewer people than the other family, and in the end, Uncle Qin and the old couple of the Qin family died on the spot in the fight.

Wanru took her child to a private school and escaped the disaster.

The story ended here, and the people on the stage bowed and retreated.

Wen Zhenyi turned to look at Boss Wang: "Grandpa Wang, is the ending of this story true?"

Boss Wang nodded. "That's true. But later Wanru moved to a new place with him so as not to affect the child. It was Biaozi who helped. I heard that the mother and son are living well now."

Wen Zhenyi quite likes Wanru, a woman, but he has no way of determining whether this conflict is related to her.

"The show is over, let's talk business."

"Are you here about the tea?"

"Wen Zhen nodded. The cows are now ready to produce milk."

Boss Wang picked up an egg tart from the table and started eating. "No wonder we can all enjoy such delicious snacks. What tea do you need? I'll prepare it for you."

"green tea."

"Okay, I'll give it to you at cost price."

"You're not at a disadvantage."

Boss Wang smiled and waved his hand: "Your dim sum recipes have made me a lot of money."

"Thank you, Grandpa Wang."

"Can I drink the milk tea you mentioned tomorrow?"

"Yes, it's not difficult to make, but the materials are a little rare."

"Okay, I'll try it tomorrow."

Wen Zhenyi and Axiang came here in a horse-drawn carriage, but when she left, she left the carriage to the Ma family. The reason was simple: she didn't want to drive the carriage when she went back alone.

Everyone in the Ma family stared at her. How could they not know her little thoughts?

Wen Zhenyi blinked innocently, and finally slipped away amid their helpless sighs.

After returning to Wenxia Town, Boss Wang had a lot of tea delivered to the pastry shop in her village.

Wen Zhenyi agreed with him to come over for milk tea tomorrow.

Qin Yue looked at the tea leaves in the yard: "Miss, why did you buy so much tea?"

“Make milk tea.”

Brother Han and his family have become familiar with life here, and they can slowly communicate with them. Although they still have a strong local accent, they can understand them now.

Wen Zhenyi went to the wasteland and looked at the cows grazing: "Brother Han, Sister Han."

"Boss."

Brother Han's family has a pair of twin sons and a daughter who is about the same age as Wen Yongman. Wen Zhenyi sent her to a private school to learn to read and write.

Their twin sons, now three years old, would run over and hug her legs whenever they saw her: "Sister!"

Mrs. Han hurriedly pulled the two children over and said, "Call the boss."

The two children tilted their heads and looked at their mother, then at Wen Zhenyi.

Wen Zhenyi smiled and said, "It's nice to call you sister."

Mrs. Han was a little embarrassed: "Boss, don't mind it."

Wen Zhenyi smiled and shook his head: "How are the cows doing recently?"

"They're all fine. I knew you wanted to buy them for milk, so I chose mostly pregnant cows and fewer bulls. Although some died when we got here, they all gave birth to calves along the way."