A mama in Xia Qinglian's room took the two food boxes brought by Zhou Xiaoxiao, and saw that the rest of the utensils were small square boxes full of pastries. The mammy said while cleaning up: "This rice cake is refreshing and not greasy, which is what grandma likes. This short cake is sweet and salty, and it is most suitable for the second master's taste. Miss Zhou really has a heart."
Xia Qinglian nodded and said, "Mother Zhang, you have time to speak to Manager Li. From now on, all the snacks in our house will be made of December moon cakes."
Zhou Xiaoxiao got up and thanked him.
Xia Qinglian gave her a hand, waved her hand and said, "This is nothing, it's really my sister's delicate snacks. In the future, customers will come like clouds, I'm afraid they won't be able to buy them even if they line up."
He also ordered the maid to brew two bells of Miyunlong to drink with Zhou Xiaoxiao to relieve fatigue.
After drinking, Xia Qinglian said, "The twelfth month of this month is Huazhaori. I want to plan a feast for exploring the spring, and I will invite all the famous families in the city. When the flowers are banqueting guests, the preserved fruit tea can't be indecent, and then I will ask my sister to worry about it."
Zhou Xiaoxiao slapped her hands lightly, "Yeah, my sister really loves me, but I'm just working so hard, how can I feel bad about it."
Xia Qinglian looked at Zhou Xiaoxiao and said that she was sorry, but she sat still, her round eyes looking at herself, as if waiting for her next words.
I sighed in my heart, at such a young age, but with such a clear heart, I had no choice but to draw a thin letter from my sleeve.
"A few days ago, my uncle sent a letter from Beijing and asked Yu and his wife to forward it."
She avoided Zhou Xiaoxiao's eyes and said softly: "The family is discussing kissing with the fifth uncle recently, and there will probably be good news soon. Please..."
Xia Qinglian's nature is high and lofty, and these words are not round. He just coughed to hide his embarrassment. Can't take the conversation.
Zhou Xiaoxiao took the letter, twisted the corner of the letter and gently rubbed it for a moment, only smiled lightly, without saying much, straightened her clothes and got up to say goodbye.
Later, when Yu Xingyi returned to the house, he saw a plate of yellow and round pastries on the table, just in the middle of the belly, so he took one and took a bite. The oily egg yolk is salty and delicious. Yu Xingyi is always fond of sweets, and daily exercise consumes a lot of physical energy, and he likes things that are sweet and heavy. Can't help eating three or five in one go. Seeing his wife Xia Qinglian come in, he pushed the plate and said, "Alian, this cake is very delicious, you should try it too."
"This is a dessert made by Miss Zhou. She intends to open a bakery and tries out a few desserts, which she personally delivered in the morning."
"Hmm. This craft is very good. When I eat it, I feel that it is not much different from that made by Shanghai."
"She lived with us for a few days, and she even knew about your tastes and my preferences. She is really a careful and skillful girl. It's a pity that my mother doesn't like her." Xia Qinglian took a freshly brewed lamp from the maid Fragrance was handed over.
Yu Xingyi took it and drank it.
"Has the fifth brother's letter been given to her?"
"Of course I gave it. My mother's words were also conveyed. I can't speak, and things are too blunt. Although Sister Zhou didn't say anything, she must be a little uncomfortable."
"There is nothing she can do when her heart is not smooth for a while. I have a lot of good men here in Fengxiang. You can pay attention to her when you look back, that's all."
However, when Zhou Xiaoxiao returned home, he first glanced at the shop on Qingshi Street.
The decorating business is approaching the end in an orderly manner.
All materials, mud and water, and the big wood master have all settled the wages, and the remaining little sticky work, making paint, the little carpenter is doing the final repair process.
The hired shopkeeper and Xiao Er have also sorted out familiar things in the store, and when they saw Zhou Xiaoxiao, they all greeted him and called him the owner.
Zhou Xiaoxiao looked around and found nothing else. He went back to the house through the corner door.
The newly purchased maid, Juanzi, ran all the way out to meet her.
Juanzi is a maid with a big shoulder and a round waist. Her arms are strong and powerful, and she can shake dozens of pounds of dough. When buying people, Zhou Xiaoxiao took a liking to her strength and kept her.
Her heart was as wide as her waist, and she didn't see that Zhou Xiaoxiao had something on her mind. She happily took Zhou Xiaoxiao's arm with a pair of floured hands.
"The lady is back. Sister-in-law Ji brought us a new pot of dim sum and is waiting for the lady to see it."
Zhou Xiaoxiao looked down at the letter that had not been opened in her hands, smiled bitterly, and followed into the workshop.
The newly built workshop was shrouded in smoke, and several women in smocks and silver sashes were busy in the white mist.
The woman who led a group of more than 30 people called Sister-in-Law Ji, saw Zhou Xiaoxiao come in, wiped her flour-soaked hands back and forth on her blouse, held up a basket of freshly baked pasta and greeted her, "This is a new arrival today. Yes, the little lady seems to be able to make it?"
Aunt Ji's family was originally in the business of cooking cakes and steamed buns, and they could make a living at the time. Unexpectedly, her man contracted tuberculosis last year. Leaving behind orphans and widowed mothers, Gao Lei could not survive the debt, and could not survive, so he had no choice but to sell himself.
Fortunately, when I met Zhou Xiaoxiao, she was not shy about her new widow, but only interested in her craftsmanship.
Not only did she sell her body for money, but she also entrusted her to take care of the workshop, and the monthly payment was calculated separately, and her seven-year-old child was allowed to live in the courtyard with her. Therefore, Aunt Ji is very grateful to Zhou Xiaoxiao and works very hard.
Zhou Xiaoxiao took the small bamboo steamer, and without a word, picked up a table and chair by the window and sat down. Putting the steamer on the table, he stared blankly, a white mist rose from the freshly baked noodles, which made Zhou Xiaoxiao's smiling face seem a little sad.
Juanzi was about to step forward when Aunt Ji pulled her, "Go and do your business, the little lady has something to do, don't make trouble with her."
Zhou Xiaoxiao sat stunned for a moment, lowered her head and opened the crumpled letter in her hand, and unfolded a thin piece of paper.
Yu Xingzhi's handwriting was familiar to Yu Xingzhi on the letter paper, but the tone was very unfamiliar. There were only a few words of thanks, polite and distant greetings, and the words were full of farewells that they would never see each other again. Zhou Xiaoxiao read the letter back and forth several times.
She closed her eyes, and Yu Xingzhi's face appeared in her mind.
Cold Mountain Lengyue son is like jade, the smile of the spring breeze touches my heart lake.
Forget it, Zhou Xiaoxiao opened his eyes, if this was not his original intention, he would naturally appear in front of me again to explain himself.
If he really intends to cut off the relationship, he will be it.
She slowly folded the letter paper, put it in her sleeve, took a chopstick and tasted the dessert. After tasting it carefully, she nodded and said, "It's done, that's what it tastes like. Xiaomei shows me the record."
A skinny and little maid came over and showed Zhou Xiaoxiao a record book. This maid named Xiaomei was the only one who could read among the servants Zhou Xiaoxiao bought. She used to work in a large family. After the official disapproval, all the family and servants were sold together, so Zhou Xiaoxiao bought it.
Zhou Xiaoxiao looked at the notes, tapped it and said, "Just follow this, Xiaomei copied the last recipe. In the future, the materials used in the steps will be strictly followed by the predetermined ones. It must be done blindly, and different batches are not allowed. There are differences in the taste of the products from time to time.”
After explaining many trivial matters, Zhou Xiaoxiao returned to the bedroom for a short rest, only to feel restless and restless.
After drinking a pot of herbal tea, I was still restless.
Zhou Xiaoxiao slapped herself and scolded in her heart, "Is it easy to live again for a spineless thing, just a person who has been with him for a few days, can he be so troubled by gains and losses?"
She changed into a soapy round-necked shirt with small sleeves, tied a white moon belt, wore short boots, and walked towards the former academy with a bun with black silk on her head.
Walking into the courtyard, picking up an iron spear on the weapon rack, riding the afterglow of the setting sun, practicing the pear flower spear newly taught by Wu Dao.
She threw the iron spear to the ground and hit a thousand piles of leaves in an instant, filling the sky with sand.
For a moment, the silver spear gleamed at the autumn water, and the bamboo leaves of Xiaoxiao were scattered in the air. Sometimes it is like a snake spitting out a red letter, and it is like a rainstorm bringing spring flowers;
But seeing a group of beautiful shadows dancing with silver light, she stands alone in the sky; if you want to vent the injustice in your heart, you only ride the wind.
Zhou Xiaoxiao was practicing to the fullest when a cheer came from outside the hospital: "It's a good skill."
I saw a young captain standing at the head of the door, wearing a net scarf, wearing a robe of Luohua Liushui, with a blue and white waist and long boots. Slim waist and broad shoulders, with an extraordinary appearance. He was carrying two jugs of wine and a pack of cooked beef.
Wu Daoquan hurriedly greeted him from the house, "Huaiyuan is here. Your mistress is looking at her from the house."
The school captain said, "I haven't seen Master and my wife for many days, and I miss them so much. Today I came across two pots of good wine, and I came here to invite Master to share a drink."
Wu Daoquan took the wine and food with a smile: "It's good to come here, you are so polite. We have good wine and meat at home, how can we accept you again and again."
"Master, don't talk to a certain Taoist. Recently, I often hear brothers mentioning that there is a great little junior brother in the master's house. Could it be this young man."
"Come here." Wu Daoquan called Zhou Xiaoxiao to step forward, "This is Wang Xun, Wang Xiaowei. When he first entered the Yu family army, the old man once ordered him three or two styles. Dare to be. He is now one of the best spear players in Fengxiang City. You are a beginner to learn spear skills, and you lack the most practical combat. When you are ready, please ask the captain to give you some tricks."
Zhou Xiaoxiao was in a bad mood today, and he was interrupted by someone while playing with a gun, which made him a little uncomfortable.
Hearing what the master said, he didn't shirk.
"Also ask the captain to enlighten me!"
Wang Xun thought to himself, this junior brother was born with a handsome appearance, but he was very cold and arrogant. It's not a good thing for a young man to be too arrogant. Today, he might as well suppress his temperament for the master.
Because I went to pick up an iron gun, the tip of the gun made a gesture of courtesy.
Zhou Xiaoxiao didn't say much, the gun body flicked and turned into a little cold star, attacking from all directions, when approached, the cold stars suddenly gathered, and suddenly, like a silver snake spitting out a letter, but it came straight to Wang Xun's face. .
Wang Xun held the gun horizontally, only to feel a strong force coming from the gun, like a mountain pressing on the top, almost impossible to hold.
Wang Xun was shocked.
This man is so small, yet so powerful.
He took a few steps back, steadied his horse, and barely stood still.
Zhou Xiaoxiao didn't say a word, turned around and took advantage of the situation, and the silver snake in his hand was aggressive and swept like a dry vine.
Wang Xun no longer dared to take care of the boss, and took up the challenge with a spirit of stacking.