"Cui Cui, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you go back and rest for a day? Your health is more important." Liu, who often wandered around the Lin family bean farm, asked with concern.
Lin Cuicui, who was absent-minded, or perhaps had ill intentions, suddenly came to her senses and shook her head vigorously, "Auntie, I'm fine, I just didn't sleep well."
"Okay, if you really can't stand it, go home and rest. It's okay." Liu picked up a few pieces of tofu cut by Lin Cuicui and took a look. There was nothing big wrong with it.
Lin Cuicui picked up the knife, and perhaps because she used too much force, her fingers turned a little white. Even though her heart was in turmoil, she still arranged the small pieces of tofu neatly.
"Cui Cui, what are you doing here?" Xie frowned and looked at Lin Cuicui with a warning look.
Unlike his usual smooth-talking and attentive manner in public, Xie in Douzhuang has been praised by Ye Wanwan as a qualified manager.
She only remembered that there were no false social relationships in Douzhuang. Ye Wanwan handed Douzhuang over to her because she wanted a clean Douzhuang.
Although the temperature was not high, Lin Cuicui felt cold sweat soaking her entire back. "Sister-in-law, I have a stomachache. I'm here to ask for leave."
"Don't come here again in the future. Just inform the people around here." Xie said coldly, looking at Lin Cuicui's pale face.
Lin Cuicui, feeling guilty, was frightened and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. In order to appear presentable, she even found someone to take her home. She was extremely weak.
"Look at her, so arrogant! Why? Because she's rich. When you have money, you have the confidence to speak. Cuicui, as long as we succeed, you will have the final say in everything regarding Brother Acheng's family in the future." Lin Youyou opened the exquisite pastries that he was reluctant to eat and said casually.
Lin Cuicui ate it in small bites, the sweet taste spreading in her mouth, "You again, you teased me again, as long as I am with Ah Cheng, what else can I be dissatisfied with."
"My dear Cuicui, Brother Acheng is lucky to have you. If he really can't find it, you can secretly take out some things, that's also okay." Lin Youyou took out a silver note from his sleeve and put it on the table.
Damn Shangguan En, he didn't even give her that much money. But when Lin Youyou becomes Mrs. Shangguan, she will definitely make Ye Wanwan look bad! Wouldn't that embarrass her? She wants to see what Ye Wanwan is capable of...
Ye Wanwan, who was still unaware that someone was thinking about her, had become Wang Po's personal cook. Di Fengyu and Rong Youtang also came with her from time to time, and the rented house was also bustling with activity.
"Wanwan, can you teach me how to make this?" Rong Youtang asked excitedly, holding a jar of dried radish.
Ye Wanwan put down the needle and thread in her hand and rubbed her fingers gently. That damn Lin Xu'an wanted her to make a purse for his birthday. She could make it, but she was not good at sewing.
Yes, it's just that the needle is not easy to use. Isn't it just a purse? How could she not know how to do it? She is the omnipotent Ye Wanwan!
"Okay, I'll write down the method later. Princess... Xiaowu, you try it yourself." Ye Wanwan hurriedly changed her words. The princess didn't allow her to call her princess, so she called her Xiaowu. How dare a village girl like her call her that? Alas, she couldn't guess the mind of a big shot.
Rong Youtang happily took out the pork jerky made by Ye Wanwan and ate it in small bites. Apart from her mother and her brother, Ye Wanwan was the best person to her!
The pork jerky was originally flavored with honey, but because she said, "It would taste better if it was spicy," Ye Wanwan, who was too busy to stop, brought it to her the next day.
Unlike others who tried to please her, Ye Wanwan just smiled and asked her to help with some advice. "Princess, let me try it. This is my first time making spicy food. Or was it Princess who inspired me to do so?"
The cleaned yard looked neat and tidy. Mrs. Wang said it was too monotonous, and asked people to transplant some fruit trees, saying that it was more cost-effective to grow them for eating. The peach blossoms here were in full bloom at this time.
Rong Youtang, who was begging to stay with Ye Wanwan, was sitting under the peach tree. His slender fingers slid across the guqin, plucking the strings flexibly. The clear and melodious moment was like the quiet arrival of spring, and everything was full of vitality and interest.
The piano music then turns to a low note, which makes people's hearts sink, and they willingly fall into that loss, with the sadness that comes with it, which is endless...
A gust of wind blew, and the peach blossoms danced in the wind, fluttering and scattering on Rong Youtang's body, adding a touch of sadness to the person playing the piano.
The blooming and falling of flowers are all fixed and cannot be changed.
"Di Fengyu, when are you leaving?" Rong Chen tightly grasped the guqin score he had found in his hand. What could he make up for by making You Tang happy again?
Perhaps because the sun was too bright, Di Fengyu narrowed his eyes and said like a good friend, "There's still a month left. There will always be a time to meet and part. Just be brave, and I will take good care of her."
"Xiao Wu, look at this. I just found it a few days ago. Fortunately you came, otherwise I would have to ask someone to find it." After the song ended, Rong Chen walked over with a swagger and put the music score on the table, just like he had found all kinds of rare things in the palace.
Rong Youtang took it with great joy and flipped through it carefully. The sunlight shone through the peach blossoms, creating a quiet and beautiful scene.
The music sheet was a bit damaged, bearing the marks of time: traces of being pressed, smudged ink, creases from being flipped through, and even some oil stains. It truly had a rough fate...
"You little bitch, where are my books? What if the table shakes?" A devastating sound came from inside the pharmacy, as if it was going to lift the roof off.
The young girl Huai Shi, who was cooking braised pork in the small kitchen, covered her ears seriously and said, "I don't want to listen, you stinky old man. You put so many good things on the corners of the table. Why don't you just change the table?" Really.
"Huai Shi, I'll count to three, and you'd better give me a reasonable explanation!" The old man who was gnawing on the roast chicken crossed his legs and looked at the black lump on the table with disgust.
Huai Shi pursed his lips and said, "I got that roast chicken in exchange for your book, you old bastard. We had nothing to eat. When I sold it, I realized it was worth a ton of silver!"
"What's the matter with money? If you take my things away, what will happen to my desk? How can I study properly?" Shi Huan said angrily. He wanted to write down everything he had learned in his life.
The quirky Huai Shi smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man. The table will arrive tomorrow. I was planning to make one for you, but I didn't expect to have the money..."
"How much silver did you sell it for?" Shi Huan poured himself a glass of wine. Considering that the roast chicken was drinking wine, he was magnanimous and forgiving.
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