Chapter 262 First visit to Kong's house
Zhang Jinlan also prepared a portion for Kong Yuanbao who was busy working in the shop.
"You are so polite. Just come. What did you bring? My aunt likes to eat this. Hurry up and bring it to me. I want to eat it now. Ping'er, take the portion for the old man to the shop. The syrup cannot be kept for too long. It will surely turn sour when he comes back. Take it to the shop so he can eat it."
Wan Xian said to Jiang Tongmu with a smile on her face.
She did not forget to give instructions to her personal maid beside her.
"Yes, Madam." The maid Ping'er brought out four bowls of sugar water, placed them in front of them, and left with the food box.
"Are you in a hurry to get this food box? If so, wait for the maid to come back, I'll have her wash it, and then send someone to deliver it to the Jiang Family Snack Shop for you."
After Wan Xian finished speaking, she scooped a spoonful of sugar water and put it into her mouth and chewed it.
The taro balls are chewy and the watermelon is crisp, and the mung bean soup is sandy and tastes cool.
Very comfortable.
"Don't worry, it's just a lunch box. When you come to my shop to play during the next break in school, you can bring it over tomorrow."
The first time I met Wan Xian.
Jiang Tongmu discovered that Kong Mingxue's mother was particularly similar to his second aunt's mother.
Especially the expression on his face when eating and his carefree personality.
Almost like twins.
This kind of person is actually very easy to get along with, so he felt much less nervous.
There were a total of twenty dishes on the table in front of me.
Even the simplest stir-fried seasonal vegetables were placed on the plate.
It's really beautifully done.
The four of them ate for half an hour.
Only then did he put down his bowl and chopsticks.
The three guys finished all twenty dishes.
Wan Xian seemed to be used to it.
Not surprised.
"Okay, you guys go to Mingxue's room and play for a while, and then go to the school together in the afternoon. I'll ask the maid to buy some food and bring it to you. I feel bad for always having your family send things. Do you like cakes? And what about dried meat?"
Meng Bujiu has become a frequent visitor to the Kong family.
Wan Xian had already regarded him as half her son, so she was speaking to Jiang Tongmu.
"Yes, I can do anything. Thank you, Auntie."
Jiang Tongmu is not picky about food.
The good days at home only lasted a few months.
He even finds brown rice delicious, not to mention expensive pastries and dried meat.
"Okay, Auntie will watch you do it, go and have fun."
Wan Xian smiled and waved to them.
Watched the three of them leave.
Kong Mingxue led them through a long and quiet path, past a pond and a small rockery.
Then we arrived at a door of a crabapple tree.
Going in, it is the courtyard where he lives alone.
It's not big, the courtyard is only about 30 square meters, and there are three rooms in it.
A bedroom, a toilet and a study.
The outhouse is not a dry toilet.
Instead, there was a sitting wooden barrel, which was cleaned by servants every day.
There is also a large bathtub inside.
Use a screen to separate.
If Jiang Fubao were here, he would definitely find that the layout of this toilet is like a modern bathroom, with dry and wet areas separated.
"Mingxue, the place you live in is really big."
Jiang Tongmu was dazzled.
But he was not jealous.
He prefers the feeling of living together as a family.
If he were left living in this yard alone, he would definitely feel lonely.
"It's OK. If you don't want to go back to the village for rest in the future, you can stay at my house and keep me company. His family is very strict and I can only go out during the day. I'm an only child and I'm actually very lonely. You also know how loving my parents are. Okay, let's go. Don't stand there like an idiot. I have collected some beautiful storybooks for you to see."
Kong Mingxue dragged his two friends to the study.
At the same time, Jiang Fubao finished his lunch and took a nap in the recliner.
The strong sunlight shone on the tree, and the shadow of the branches was imprinted on Jiang Fubao's face, swaying up and down with the wind.
Her breathing was shallow, so her chest didn't rise or fall much.
It looks like a state of stillness.
Zhang Yanzi, who was passing by with a cup of mung bean soup, stopped. She was a little worried, so she quietly put her index finger towards her daughter's nose.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the heat.
As a mother, I always think too much.
Even though her daughter is over three years old, she can't change this bad habit.
"Mom, we don't have enough bamboo sticks. We can't sell barbecue anymore."
Jiang Siyin, who was standing by, looked at the dozen or so bamboo sticks left in the basin and shouted to his mother.
"Go tell your second brother, lest he orders too much for the customers and then there's nothing to grill, and the customers get angry."
"Okay, I'll go now."
Jiang Siyin put down the bamboo stick in his hand and walked to the front of the shop.
Without the barbecue, there were fewer people queuing.
The shop closed early today.
The family returned to the village accompanied by the setting sun.
"I'm wondering, who lent the ox cart to the Jiang family? Why haven't they asked for it back yet? How rich is their family? How could they forget this?"
"Yeah, I'm curious too. It's been so many days and no one has come to ask for it. Could it be that they forgot about it?"
"Are you stupid? I'm afraid the Jiang family bought the ox themselves. They told us it was borrowed because they were afraid we would get jealous. Who would lend out something as valuable as an ox cart? We've all been fooled!"
"No wonder. Now that you put it that way, it all makes sense. Even in the wealthy Zhangjia Village, there wouldn't be such a foolish person to lend out the ox cart. It turns out that the Jiang family bought it themselves.
No wonder they collect so many bamboo tubes in the village, and the chimney at home smells of meat every day. It seems they have made a lot of money. I heard that they have bought a shop.
"Hey, how come it's so easy for them to make money? I have to work so hard to make a few cents. If it's really not possible, why don't we sell it too? It's just mung bean soup, right? It's so simple, who can't do it?"
"Don't even think about it. If it's really possible to make money, why can't Jiang Lingu make money? The owner who hired him has closed his shop. Business must be bad. I guess it's because Zhang Jinlan's cooking skills are good and the mung bean soup she makes is different from others, so everyone likes to drink hers. Let's not try it.
Besides, if you have that money, you might as well buy some meat for your child to nourish his body. Look at how thin your Xiangzi is. It makes me feel bad. Don’t be too frugal. If the child doesn’t eat enough, he won’t grow tall in the future, and it will be difficult for him to find a wife.”
Several women gathered together, talking about the Jiang family's gossip.
Behind them, a figure walked past.
It was Jiang Lingu with a dark face.
Back in the village, things can no longer be the same as in town.
The family lost so much money all of a sudden.
Jiang Lingu, who had never done farm work in his life, also started carrying a dung bucket.
He reeked of shit and piss, mixed with the stench of stale sweat.
Everyone is marinated with flavor.
As soon as she got home, Zhou Gaier was almost vomited by the smell. She covered her mouth and nose and stayed away from it.
I can't bear to give it up.
And she wasn't much better.
Today I chopped wood, washed clothes and cooked.
I'm tired and my back aches.
But she didn't dare to complain. Her mother-in-law, who had lost her four taels of silver, seemed to have gone crazy and cursed everyone she saw.