But when it comes to good deeds, you only talk about them when you think of them. For example, if you go to a teahouse and you say, "I heard that so-and-so helped an old lady cross the street," the desire to chat will instantly disappear. But if you add, "It was a handsome (charming) young man (beautiful woman) who helped the old lady cross the street. She was as beautiful as a star..." then interest seems to pique a little.
Xie Jian saw Ah Heng looking at the teacher with a very pleased smile, then sighing with a slightly vicissitudes of life, and then laughing strangely without knowing what she was thinking.
"Ajian, we'll be waiting for you in the imperial capital." Gu Feng patted Xie Jian's shoulder and said to Shen Heng, "Madam Shen, we'll meet again in the future."
"Brother Gu Feng, have a safe trip."
It took an hour before the common people allowed Lord Lu to leave.
That night, Xie Jian also received a letter from Meng Xuanlang, saying that he would arrive in Yuzhou in four or five days. The speed of letter delivery should be one day faster than theirs, which means that they would arrive in about three days.
"Xuan Lang usually talks a lot, and this letter contains a lot of words as well. He said that he met someone who looked somewhat like you in the imperial city, and he felt a sense of familiarity at first sight, but he extremely disliked the other person's identity, and also what he saw and heard along the way." Although Chen Heng said this, she was reading with great interest. The book "Fox Demon Legend" had many uncommon characters, so this kind of letter was much easier to read.
Xie Jian was copying the book and responding casually.
"He also brought his friend who likes to farm and pickle vegetables. He said he wanted to learn how to pickle vegetables from my sister-in-law and would stay with us first. It's surprising that a boy is so passionate about pickling vegetables." This was the first time Chen Heng had encountered such a thing: "That's it?"
Xie Jian glanced at her coldly, he had just complained it was too much.
Chen Heng put the letter back into the envelope: "Min'er has also arrived in the capital. We agreed to write to her when she arrives. We should be able to receive it by the end of the month, right?"
Xie Jian hummed lightly.
"Ajian, Aheng, the water is ready." Xia's voice shouted outside.
"I'm coming." Chen Heng responded and said to Xie Jian, "Go get some water. I want to soak my feet."
Xie Jian looked at her speechlessly. She really didn't miss a single day of foot soaking.
I put down my pen and had to go get her some water.
After the rainy season, the weather has been sunny for several days and the temperature has risen.
By the time Meng Xuanlang arrived, everyone was already exhausted.
"Ajian, sister-in-law, sister-in-law." Meng Xuanlang's carriage had just arrived at the door when the voices came out.
Early in the morning, the Xie family was still having breakfast, and Shen Heng had just gotten up and washed up.
The three were about to go out to greet them when the half-closed door was opened, and Meng Xuanlang and a chubby boy happily rushed in.
"Ajian, did you miss me?" Meng Xuanlang's enthusiasm seemed to have disappeared after the few months he had been away.
"I don't want to." Xie Jian said lightly.
"I don't believe it." Meng Xuanlang didn't believe it, and then happily pulled the young man next to him over and said, "This is my very good friend, Wu Jin. His family runs a restaurant, and his cooking is delicious. This is my sister-in-law," pointing at Xia, "Sister-in-law, my friend came all the way here to learn how to pickle vegetables from you."
"Hello, sister-in-law." Wu Jin bowed. He was chubby and had a sincere smile, which made him seem particularly intimate: "My ancestors all ran restaurants. My lifelong wish is to write a cookbook, and pickled vegetables are the most important part of it." For ordinary people in Dachun, pickled vegetables are almost the main dish.
Chen Heng looked at the plump, white, tender girl in front of her. She was so plump that she almost squeezed out water. "Writing a recipe?" How impressive.
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