Chapter 732: Xue Huan Learns Martial Arts

After all, she already had a shop in Yingnan Prefecture, so there was no need to open two. The population of Yingnan Prefecture was not as large as that of Ruling Prefecture. One was located in the south and the other in the north. Ruling Prefecture, as it was in the south, was relatively wealthy.

So most people came to Ruling Prefecture.

As for the extra shop in Yingnan Prefecture, she had no idea what to do with it, so she gave it directly to Jiang Huanyu.

This was a decision she made privately.

Didn't tell Meng Bujiu.

It was not until three days later, when Meng Bujiu returned to Lianshan Town to have dinner with his grandfather and passed by Jiang Fubao's clinic and visited her, that Jiang Fubao told him about this.

"Fubao, you don't need to tell me. I've already given you the shop, so it's yours. You can do whatever you want with it, even if you burn it. So, don't ask me about it in the future. Of course, you can tell me, I'm willing to listen. Anyway, as long as you're happy, anything is fine."

Meng Bujiu wrinkled his nose and smiled lightly.

After hearing the news, his expression didn't change at all. He had already given the gift away, so he naturally didn't care about it anymore.

But he was very happy that Fubao could tell him everything.

"Brother Bujiu, I know, that's why I told you after I sent it off. I know that Brother Bujiu never treats me as an outsider, so I don't treat Brother Bujiu as an outsider either." Jiang Fubao had already guessed that Meng Bujiu was going to say this, and she responded with a sweet smile.

"Come to my house for dinner tonight," Meng Bujiu invited.

"Okay, I'm busy these two days and don't have time to visit Grandpa. Remember to tell Grandma Rong. She knows I'm going and will definitely cook my favorite dishes."

Jiang Fubao agreed without any hesitation.

The Dong family is her second home.

Although it is not as exaggerated as going there every day, she still goes there at least 100 days out of the 300 days in a year.

Therefore, she never treated anyone in the Dong family as a stranger, including Grandma Rong, who had loved her since she was a child.

"Okay, I will definitely say that Granny Rong loves you the most. Every time you go there, she smiles more." The corners of Meng Bujiu's mouth were always curved even when he was talking.

"Okay, Brother Bujiu, you go back first. I'll be there before the sun sets." Seeing the patient waiting anxiously.

Jiang Fubao didn't talk much with Meng Bujiu. He just said a few words and then drove him away.

We're going to have dinner together tonight anyway, so it's not too late to talk about anything later.

"Well, be careful on the road. Let Erya accompany you. Don't come alone." Even in the town under his jurisdiction, Meng Bujiu was still worried about Jiang Fubao's safety.

As she got older, her face grew.

When she walks down the street on weekdays, out of ten people passing by, at least nine will turn around to look at her, and the remaining one is a blind person.

This kind of appearance, if no one protects it, will only bring disaster.

"I got it, future butler." Jiang Fubao glanced at him and ignored him.

Meng Bujiu got the reply, and he walked out of the clinic's door. The corner of his clothes passed over the door sill and finally hung vertically at his feet.

Meng Bujiu did not leave immediately. He stood there, half-closed his eyes, and looked carefully at the alley. He was ready to send a few more officers to patrol the town.

Especially here and outside Jiang's house.

Jiang Fubao didn't know what Meng Bujiu was planning, she was taking the patient's pulse.

Soon, it was evening and the sun was half setting. Jiang Fubao hurriedly took Pan Erya out of the clinic and ran towards the Dong family.

If you go too late, the food will be cold.

Granny Rong must have cooked a lot of delicious dishes today.

Jiang Fubao was a little hungry.

Granny Rong was getting older, and she could only eat the dishes cooked by Granny Rong two or three times out of ten times. So when she thought of this, she became very hungry and walked faster.

"Thanks to Xue Huan, she will be with you until the beginning of next year. Otherwise, I'm afraid she won't be able to catch up with you. Grandma Rong cooks so deliciously. You like it the most. Otherwise, why would you be so anxious? You should eat more later."

Pan Erya was with Jiang Fubao every day, so she naturally understood her.

When I saw her walking much faster than usual, I knew she was greedy.

"This girl was supposed to stay with me a long time ago. I asked her to learn more Kung Fu. I don't ask her to protect me, but at least she can protect herself. I will leave next year. You, Shitou, and Xuehuan will all follow me, unless she doesn't want to go. If she does, she will have to learn."

Jiang Fubao's words did not affect her walking speed. The journey she mentioned was to check out the shops Meng Bujiu gave her one by one next year, as well as inspect that place and travel around the entire Tianling Kingdom.

"Last night, I saw Xue Huan secretly squatting in the backyard wiping her tears. She must have been tired. She was young and a little fat, so she must have suffered a lot." Pan Erya said again.

"It's inevitable that she will be tired. How can learning martial arts not be tiring? But she has to learn. It's okay. I'll pack a meal made by Granny Rong and bring it home for her. She'll be happy."

Jiang Fubao also felt sorry for her. When Xuehuan first came to her, she was just a tiny child, and he watched her grow up right before his eyes.

Xuehuan has a good temper and is easy to coax. Just give her some food or toys and she will be happy immediately without any compliments.

Xuehuan really likes the buttermilk soup made by Granny Rong.

If Granny Rong made it today, she would definitely bring one back for Xuehuan, Jiang Fubao thought to herself.

"Okay, Xuehuan will definitely be happy." Pan Erya said with a smile.

The master and servant have arrived at the door of Dong's house.

The doorman seemed to have been greeted and opened the door. He stood outside waiting and saw Jiang Fubao immediately welcome them in.

They took only two steps when the door behind them closed.

The concierge did not follow.

No one knows the roads inside better than Jiang Fubao. What else does he need to send when he returns home?

The porter retreated to his little room and began to eat.

One pork, two vegetable dishes, and a bowl of white rice.

Although the food was good on weekdays, it was not this good. It was only because Miss Fubao and the young master came back that he was able to eat so well.

The doorman wished that the two of them could come back every day to accompany their master.

He picked up a piece of meat with some fat and lean meat, mixed it with rice and yellowish cabbage and stuffed it into his mouth.

The cabbage was stewed until soft and had a sweet taste, and the meat slices were fried with a little chili until golden brown. The two flavors exploded in his mouth and were so delicious that he cried. The only flaw was that the rice was too soft.

After all, the master is old, and it is difficult to chew if the food is cooked too hard.

However, he was willing to eat the refined rice that only his master could eat, even if it was cooked like porridge.

The harvest is poor everywhere this year. There is little rain and farmers depend on the weather for their food. With less food, the food sold in the grain stores is naturally more expensive.

It was not only difficult to farm, but also to buy food. The Dong family had a lot of land rented out, and after selling most of the food paid by the tenant farmers, the rest was enough for the Dong family to eat and drink.

However, Dong Wei donated all the food to the Common People's Hall. Besides, he was not a spendthrift, even though his grandchildren and sons-in-law gave him a lot of money as filial gifts.