After Zhao's mother left, Qian Chunhua looked at the time in the space. The buns in the kitchen were almost steamed and were all put into the space. Qian Chunhua started to get busy again, preparing to steam another pot.
After Qian's mother finished her work at home, she also came to the shop.
"Chunhua, I just saw your mother-in-law." The first words Qian's mother said when she came in.
Qian Chunhua poked his head out from the kitchen and said, "Mom, what did you say?"
The kitchen was some distance away from the lobby, so Qian Chunhua did not hear what Qian's mother said.
Qian's mother waved her hand and said, "You go ahead and do your work. I'll look after the shop."
Qian Chunhua obediently turned around and continued to busy herself with wrapping the buns before leaving the kitchen.
Now that Qian's mother is here, she can't make the buns anymore. Qian Chunhua can't explain where the buns are.
Later, Qian's mother came into the kitchen, not knowing how many buns Qian Chunhua had made.
After Qian Chunhua came out, Qian's mother continued the previous topic, "I just saw your mother-in-law coming over?"
Qian Chunhua nodded, "She came to see the child."
Zhao's mother came over and told Qian Chunhua the real purpose, but she didn't want Qian's mother to think too much.
After all, Qian Chunhua paid for Qian Xingshan's schooling, but rejected the Zhao family's proposal and took care of Qingyun.
In this era, people still have a strong sense of family, and they believe that a married daughter is like family water spilled out, so the relationship with her husband's family should be closer.
I'm afraid that in the eyes of Qian's mother, between Zhao Qingyun and Qian Xingshan, both would think that Qian Chunhua should provide more for Zhao Qingyun.
So Qian Chunhua chose not to say anything, thinking less is worse than more.
When Qian's mother heard that Zhao's mother came to see the child, she did not take it to heart. No matter what Qingfeng and the others said, they were all members of the Zhao family, and it was only natural for Zhao's mother to come to see the child.
Qian's mother and Qian Chunhua chatted for a while and then it was noon.
Qingsong and his friends also finished school and came directly to the shop.
Since Qian's mother had already seen her steaming the buns herself, Qian Chunhua simply let the whole family eat buns for lunch and cooked a pot of rice porridge.
The fragrant rice porridge and the big meat buns made everyone's mouths drool.
Qian Chunhua originally stockpiled the steamed buns in the space, intending to eat them in the future when it was inconvenient to cook, and she would make them for her family.
Therefore, the buns all have thin skin and large fillings, with more meat and less vegetables, and plenty of fillings.
"Mom, the buns are so delicious." Qingfeng held a big bun in his hand and nibbled on it in small bites like a little hamster.
The other people in the family nodded their heads. It was really delicious. Unlike the buns my mom bought before, the fillings contained more vegetables and less meat.
"Whoa..." There was a lot of noise coming from outside.
Qian Chunhua quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks, lifted the door curtain, and went out to see what was going on.
I saw a row of carriages parked outside the door, five in total.
On both sides of the vehicle stood fifteen guards, all of them were tall and strong, holding knives in their hands.
A fifty-year-old woman got off the carriage in front of them, supported by someone. A young woman in her thirties got off the carriage behind her.
A boy about four years old and a girl about eight years old got off the second and third carriages respectively.
From the last two carriages, six maids, two maids, and a man who looked like a housekeeper got off.
Everyone who got off the carriage was dressed simply, without any jewelry, but their every move showed extraordinary grace.
Qian Chunhua understood. Judging from the posture of these guards, this group of people should be of great importance. The journey was not peaceful, so these people had to keep a low profile.
Qian Chunhua lifted the door curtain and welcomed everyone into the tea shop.
Qian's mother heard the noise in the morning. When Qian Chunhua went out, she had already taken the porridge and buns off the table with a few children and cleaned up the table.
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