Chapter 92 Proud
"They are all delicious." No matter whether they are delicious or not, Su Yanli will support them if they are made by his wife herself. Of course, they are indeed delicious.
He reminded his daughter, "Don't forget about Prince Zhao this time."
Su Ruojin smiled and said, "Let's send him first this time."
And this time it was more formal. Su Yanli wrote a note and asked Shu Tong to deliver it to the Prince of Jin's Mansion in a mule cart.
It was Shu Tong’s first time going to the palace, and he was quite nervous and scared, so he asked Su Ruojin to go with him to give him courage.
She shook her head. "You might as well ask Uncle Hua Ping for help instead of me. He's a hanger-on who has dealt with all kinds of people. I think he can help you knock on the door of Prince Jin's mansion."
That’s right!
Shu Tong was inspired and really went to find Hua Ping to take him to Prince Jin's Mansion. Hua Ping was so scared that he almost thought he was exposed. After repeated attempts, he found out that he was just a hanger-on, so he dared to put his heart at ease.
As a servant, he was also quick-witted. Shu Tong dragged Hua Ping from the bed to the mule cart, and arrived at the gate of Prince Jin's Mansion early in the morning, waiting for Prince Pingyang who was going to the Imperial College to study.
As expected, what you wait for comes true.
When Zhao Lan saw the book, he subconsciously glanced towards the mule cart and found someone inside, but it didn't look like the young lady, so he retracted his gaze and looked at the steward of the Su family.
Shuang Rui stepped forward and asked, "Manager Su, what's the matter?"
The Mid-Autumn Festival gifts have been packaged by Su Ruojin with great effort to look very classy. Whether it is a grape fruit box, a mooncake pastry box, or a sugar-roasted chestnut or roast duck, they all imitate modern packaging. The surface of the box is a simple freehand colored Chinese painting by Su Yanli. With just a few strokes, the colors are rich, and it has both interest and aesthetics. It is simply a small work of art.
The holiday gift from the Su family is good!
Shuangrui looked at his little master.
Zhao Lan motioned for him to take it.
Shuang Rui took it with both hands with a smile, "Thank you for letting Dr. Su spend money."
"You are too polite, young prince." Shu Tong was about to leave, and bowed, "Nothing else, I will leave first."
Zhao Lan looked at the mule cart again. At this moment, Hua Ping had already stepped out of the carriage and bowed to him from a distance.
Shu Tong approached the mule cart and wiped the sweat off his face. "Luckily I got here just when he was in school, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do."
Hua Ping secretly watched the young master leave, then slowly looked at Shu Tong, "You obviously don't need me, but you still insist on pulling me over. I really owe you, master and servant, my whole life."
After saying that, he climbed onto the mule cart angrily and continued to sleep.
What do you owe? Shu Tong didn't understand why Hua Xiaodi kept repeating this sentence. He pouted and got on the mule cart to go home. While driving the cart, he thought that no matter whether it was sugar-roasted chestnuts or moon cakes, he would give some to Madam Lu.
In fact, the packaging of the gift box has a picture of what is inside. Shuang Rui asked the young master: "Should we take it to the Imperial College or send it to the mansion for the princess to see the return gift?"
Zhao Lan reached out and took the barrel-shaped box, which had a picture of chestnuts just bursting out of their thick shells, full of wild interest, "Take this."
As for the other three items, Shuangrui sent them to the princess's steward along with a note from the Su family, and they followed the young master to study at the Imperial Academy.
During the break, Shuangrui opened the sugar-roasted chestnuts, peeled them one by one and handed them to the little master.
A sweet fragrance spread out, filling the noses of all the young men in the room.
"Wow, these delicious roasted chestnuts smell great."
"Are the sugar-roasted chestnuts on the market so early this year?" Fan Yanjia thought about it and thought that in previous years, it would be in September.
Shuangrui peeled the grapes while secretly looking at his little master. Ever since the last time Young Master Fan got the grapes first, he seemed to have been unhappy. This time, he finally got the gift from the Su family before the Fan family.
The corners of the young master's mouth rose slightly, and Shuangrui felt the young master's pride. He thought to himself, he is a young man after all, is his desire to win so strong?
Fan Yanjia was a careless person and had no idea that the young Prince of Pingyang had already traveled a long way. He reached out and grabbed a handful of fruits from the box, peeled one and put it into his mouth.
After eating one, he praised the sugar-roasted chestnuts to the heavens, "Jinzhi, which store did you buy them from? They are fried to perfection!"
The little master was still eating snacks leisurely, so Shuangrui could only reply, "I didn't buy it, it's a Mid-Autumn Festival gift from the Su family."
Fan Yanjia: ...Does he have it at home too?
Think about it wrong.
"When I went back yesterday, didn't my mother tell me there was a gift for the Su Family Festival?"
The master wanted to show off, so Shuang Rui could only smile and say, "The Su family delivered it to the palace gate early this morning. I guess Young Master Fan will be able to eat it when he gets home from school."
Fan Yanjia: …
Giving gifts so early? For some reason, Fan Yanjia looked at the unpeeled sugar-roasted chestnuts in his hand and suddenly felt that they were not fragrant anymore.
The sugar-roasted chestnuts were fragrant, but they were always a bit dry if you ate too much. Shuangrui handed over some silky milk tea. The nobleman suddenly became so down-to-earth that all his classmates were shocked and opened their mouths wide.
Fan Yanjia: …
What seems different about Zhao Lan today?
But where exactly it was was not something that a young boy like him could figure out.
The chestnuts were fragrant and sweet, and they were very satisfying to eat, but they were missing a cup of milk tea, so Fan Yanjia asked the servant to buy some.
Qingfeng ran out quickly to buy some for the young master. Fortunately, there was a milk tea shop near the Imperial College. The shop wasn't big, with only a small front door, but the business was booming. Not only did the students in the Imperial College like it, but people in the nearby government offices also liked it. It was a very profitable business.
In a few months, Madam Yang made a lot of money. She looked at the account book at home, smiling, and told Aunt Zhang, "The share of the Su family must be given in full, no less."
The master made more money and lived a better life, so Aunt Zhang was of course happy. "Don't worry, Madam, Su Erniang gave me the recipe and suggested that you open more small shops. I will definitely worship her as the God of Wealth."
Isn’t he the little god of wealth?
In a short period of time, the Su family went from being financially tight to not only opening their own breakfast shop and barbecue stall, but also partnering with her in the milk tea business, with money flowing into their pockets like water.
Madam Yang sighed, "I heard that Dr. Su even has land, and has accepted the youngest son of Prince Jin as a student. Life is really getting better."
Su Ruojin didn't know what Madam Yang was feeling, but when Aunt Zhang gave her the share of the silver, she smiled from ear to ear, "Madam's shop is making money again."
Only if you earn more, you can get more!
Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Thanks to Second Madam, it's OK."
Su Ruojin was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth. Money, money, please come rolling in quickly!
As soon as he got out of school, Fan Yanjia went to his mother and asked, "Have you sent the Mid-Autumn Festival gifts to the Su family?"
Mrs. Fan nodded. "Yes, what's the matter?"
There are so many people giving gifts in the Minister's Mansion, why is the youngest son thinking about the Su family?
Fan Yanjia chuckled, "Mom, where is she?"
Mrs. Su frowned when Fan Yanjia saw the holiday gift on the table that had not yet been put away. "As soon as I saw the pattern on the box, I knew it was drawn by the doctor."
(End of this chapter)
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