Chapter 20 Can the girl from the Wen family speak?
The Wen family was busy all morning this morning. After buying the necessary materials, they all went home to take a nap.
Wen Zhenyi looked at the vegetables harvested from the yard and became busy again.
I originally planned to make colorful noodles, but found that many ingredients were out of stock, so I could only choose a few.
Wen Chengwen was peeling a pumpkin and washing spinach. He also bought some purple sweet potatoes left over from some people's homes.
At present, I can only make three-color noodles. If I have more ingredients in the future, I can consider making five-color noodles.
Old Lady Wen looked at these things and asked, "Yi Yi, what should we do with these things?"
"Grandma, do you remember the orange leaf juice I made yesterday? It's processed in a similar way, but it's not as tiring."
"Do you want to use these vegetable juices to dye your face?"
"Well, we have limited ingredients right now, but we can still make three-color noodles."
"Okay, we'll do what you say."
The family started to get busy again, steaming the vegetables in the pot, then adding water to turn the vegetables into vegetable juice of various colors.
In order to make the noodles taste good tomorrow, they fermented the noodles in advance today.
As for the filling, I will go to the market tomorrow to buy fresh ones so that I can eat them fresh.
The next day.
Wen Zhenyi still got up to go for a run. His current body was already exhausted after running one lap, so it seemed he had to take it slow.
She sat on the stone steps at home, catching her breath and letting the sweat drain off her body: "Other people who travel through time have golden fingers, why doesn't she have this function?" She said this and shook her head in self-mockery.
Ma Yinghe took out a handkerchief from the house and handed it to her: "Yiyi, wipe the sweat off your face."
Wen Zhenyi reached out and took it: "Thank you, mother."
"You are still so polite to your mother." Ma Yinghe said as she sat beside her.
"Mom, why did you want to marry my dad in the first place?"
Ma Yinghe laughed when she thought of this: "I can't say that I want to marry your father, I can only say that my in-laws can't tolerate me with my average personality."
"You have a good temper!"
Ma Yinghe smiled even more happily: "If a girl is like me, who has nothing to show for herself except swordplay, cooking or needlework, even if other families marry me, they will be afraid that I will cause chaos in the family."
Wen Zhenyi shrugged: "The old Wen family doesn't have it."
"Haha! The old Wen family always chooses to marry women with strong fates. They say that they have committed too many sins of killing. They think I am suitable. Your grandpa and grandma also know that they are a kind family, so they married me. But I didn't expect that the person I would marry would be your father."
Wen Zhenyi seemed to hear a story in it: "Have you and Dad known each other for a long time?"
"I guess so. Before I got married, I went out and was stopped by some hooligans. Your father happened to pass by and saw me. He rushed over with a carrying pole."
Wen Zhenyi thought for a moment and said, "I guess Dad definitely didn't get any benefits."
Ma Yinghe chuckled. "That's right. In the end, I was the one who beat the guy away. But even though your father was injured, he still asked me if I was hurt. He was the one who was injured, and he was fine, but he still cared about me. Don't you think he's a fool?"
Wen Zhenyi could see that although his parents had a blind marriage, they married the right person.
"Yinghe, Yiyi, it's time for us to go to the market." Wen Chengwen's voice came from behind the two of them.
"Okay, I'll be right there." Wen Zhenyi stood up and pulled Ma Yinghe up.
When they arrived at the market today, the atmosphere was a bit strange, and many vendors seemed hesitant to speak when they saw them.
Old Mrs. Wen looked at the people around her and had a bad feeling in her heart.
Sure enough, in front of their stall, there was a young man in gorgeous clothes sitting on a bench. He had one foot on the bench, holding a folding fan in his hand, which he placed on his knees, and humming a little tune from time to time.
There were many people who looked like servants and thugs standing behind him.
When the old man Wen and his wife saw the person sitting there, their expressions changed.
Wen Zhenyi pulled Ma Yinghe's hand and said, "Mom, who is he?"
"Cheng Lesheng, the only son of the richest man in Wenxia Town." Ma Yinghe also had a headache when she saw him.
Wen Zhenyi realized that this person might not be that simple. If he was really just the son of the richest man, he should not be afraid of him.
Old Man Wen walked up to Cheng Lesheng and saluted: "Master Cheng, what are you doing?"
Cheng Lesheng opened his beautiful peach blossom eyes with a sly smile on his face: "You are the old man of the Wen family."
Old Man Wen smiled and nodded: "Yes."
Cheng Lesheng put his legs that were on the stool on the long bench, turned his head to look at the Wen family members behind him, and when he saw Wen Zhenyi, his eyes were filled with smiles.
He stood up from the stool and walked in front of Wen Zhenyi: "Are you the silly girl from the Wen family?"
Except for Wen Zhenyi, everyone in the family looked unhappy.
Old Man Wen changed his previous kindness and put Wen Zhenyi behind him: "My granddaughter is not a fool. Master Cheng, please be careful with your words."
Cheng Lesheng raised an eyebrow at the old man in front of him and poked his hair with the folding fan in his hand: "He really protects his son."
Mrs. Wen also spoke at this time: "If Master Cheng has nothing else to do, please let us go. We still have to do business."
"What if I don't let you?"
"You..." Ma Yinghe was about to take action.
Wen Zhenyi walked out from behind Old Man Wen: "Master Cheng, if you have something to say, please say it. If not, please move to another place. As the saying goes, a good dog does not block the road."
Cheng Lesheng looked at Wen Zhenyi with his eyes wide open: "You, you, aren't you stupid and can't speak?"
Wen Zhenyi had a smile on his face, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "If I am a fool, what are you?"
Cheng Lesheng squinted his eyes and looked at her, not angry at all. He clapped his folding fan in his palm and said, "Interesting, really interesting." Then he bent down and looked at Wen Zhenyi, "How about doing business?"
Wen Zhenyi stretched out his hand to push him away: "Not interested." Then he walked to the front of the stall.
The Wen family members also walked past him, completely ignoring him.
The people around were so shocked that they were speechless: "The girl from the Wen family can talk?"
"Not only can she speak now, but I don't think she's stupid anymore."
"Is it really healed?"
"I remember the Wen family said before that their granddaughter would get better after she turned thirteen. Is that true?"
The discussion in the market did not die down, but instead spread farther and farther.
Cheng Lesheng was a little displeased when he saw them ignoring him. He walked up to them and said, "Do you know that I can make it impossible for you to survive in Wenxia Town?"
Wen Zhenyi placed the ingredients one by one on the table without even looking at him: "Is Wenxia Town the only place in this world?"
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