Yan Bao looked at the guards who looked very businesslike, and knew that it was useless to act cute, so he could only walk back regretfully.
In order to comfort herself for her failure in climbing the mountain, Yan Bao went to the sweet soup shop again, looked at her future sister-in-law eagerly, and ordered a red bean double skin and a sweet soup hodgepodge.
Second Brother Shen didn't expect her to come drink sugar water again. If it weren't for Yan Bao's bad mood, Second Brother Shen wouldn't have come along.
The girl with the sweet soup smiled politely when she saw him and said, "Sir, what kind of sweet soup would you like to drink? My sweet soup is all made today, so it's absolutely fresh and clean. If it's not sweet, it's free."
Brother Shen glanced at the quick-talking girl making sweet soup. Seeing him looking at her, the girl smiled professionally, waiting for his order, and ordered a mung bean sweet soup.
After taking a sip of mung bean soup, Brother Shen discovered that the ordinary mung beans, when cooked in her hands, tasted different from those at home, and tasted better.
It's sweet but not greasy, and even people who don't like sweets will like it.
As he drank, Second Brother Shen finished a bowl of mung bean soup in one breath.
Yan Bao's originally depressed mood was cured by the sugar water. After she finished drinking it, she didn't leave. She sat aside with her chin in her hand, watching the busy future second sister-in-law: [Second sister-in-law is hardworking and rich. It's a good deal for her to marry my second brother! ]
If he hadn’t finished drinking the mung bean syrup, Second Brother Shen would have definitely spit in Yan Bao’s face.
Whose sister are you anyway?
Is there anyone who would belittle your second brother like this?
After all, your second brother is a role model of a noble family in Beijing. How many people praise your second brother for being excellent, handsome, and outstanding? How come in your words, he is not as good as a street vendor selling sweet soup?
Besides, is this what you call rich?
A bowl of sugar water costs eight cents. Even if you sell it for a lifetime, you won’t get much silver. This soft meal doesn’t look that good!
Yan Bao didn't know what his second brother was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely despise him. The more he despised him now, the more miserable it would be for him to chase his wife in the future.
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