After Wen Baozhen finished speaking, she glanced at Mr. Wang specifically.
Wang's face looked ugly and she was about to say something.
Mr. Wen was worried about Mr. Wang's firecracker-like temper, which would explode at a moment's notice, and the good atmosphere would be ruined again. He immediately said: "Okay, eat, eat, the food won't taste good when it's cold!"
Mr. Wen gave Wang a small abalone and said, "Guizhi, try this abalone."
The faces of the Dafang family changed. There were only eight abalones in total.
Zhu's anger arose in her heart. Is Wang worthy of eating abalone? This thing is very expensive. It was given to Sister Wan by the wife of the county magistrate. I heard that it is eaten by dignitaries. You can't buy it even if you have money outside!
The old man really only has this little bitch in his heart, and he thinks of all good things from her!
Mrs. Wang looked at the small abalone in the bowl, which was about the size of a quail egg, and said uncertainly: "Is this an abalone? Why is it so small? It's different from the ones at home."
A large table of people all fell silent and looked at her with strange eyes.
Wang didn't know why.
"Ah?" Wen Wan let out a surprised sound, and turned her head slightly: "Sister Ni, didn't you say that this abalone is not something ordinary people can eat?"
His tone was puzzled, and his pretty face was full of confusion.
Guo Qianni raised her hand and pushed her hair behind her ears, and said with a half-smile: "Have you ever seen any shops in towns, counties, and prefectures selling them? These abalone, ginseng, and wings are not something ordinary people can buy. If it arrives, of course you won’t be able to eat it! Hmm… Or maybe the abalone at Mrs. Wang’s house was a gift from a noble person?”
My aunt laughed out loud after hearing this. How could she know anyone noble from her humble residence
The aunt looked at Mr. Wang lightly: "Ms. Wang, which noble gave your abalone? The county magistrate? The prefect? Or some royal relative? Tell me, can you recommend it to me? I really want to see it!"
The tone is contemptuous and the expression is sarcastic.
Wang's face turned red and she opened her mouth: "No." She didn't know who Shi Qi was.
The people at the table had even weirder looks: sarcasm, contempt, contempt, teasing... everything.
Mrs. Wang was a little embarrassed. Is this abalone so precious that it is not eaten by ordinary people
Didn’t Sister Nuan say it was okay
Mr. Wen looked helpless, but Guizhi was still so proud and refused to admit defeat. He hurriedly said: "Eat, eat, the food is getting cold!"
Zhu smiled: "Yes... yes, let's eat! Sister, although this abalone is not as big as yours, you still have a taste of it. Next time, can you tell me what its taste and texture are, right?" ?”
Wen Baozhen also said angrily: "Yes, lying also needs to be drafted, right? Otherwise..."
"Bang!" A loud noise suddenly came from the corner, interrupting Wen Baozhen's words.
She was startled, patted her chest and looked back.
Everyone was startled by the loud noise and turned to look over.
I saw a stool in the corner with broken legs, a backpack on the stool fell to the ground, and the things were scattered all over the floor.
Wen Nuan bent down and stuffed the fallen shark fins, bird's nests, and deer antlers into the backpack one by one.
Finally, she picked up a few large abalones on the ground and put them back in the gift box.
The gift box is very big, but it can only hold four abalones!
A large table of people fell silent, deathly silent, everyone stared closely at the four abalones.
Nuan Nuan put the things away, clapped his hands, and then realized that he had shocked everyone!
He said with an apologetic look: "Sorry, this stool is too unstable and can't even bear such a small thing."
Wen Wen: "Maybe the things are too expensive and the stools here can't bear them?"
Wen Chun looked at Wen Xin helplessly: "Second sister, it must be too heavy. I used the wrong word!"
Wen Xin suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, yes, no matter how valuable the things are, they can't crush the stool legs. They are too heavy. There is no way. There are too many. The abalone is big and too heavy! Even this good solid wood stool can be broken." Oh! Could it be that the chair is infested with insects?"
Wen Hou ran over, picked up the half-broken stool leg, and looked at it seriously: "Let me look at it! No, it's just that the thing is too heavy and the stool is broken!"
Nuan Nuan: "Dad, this basket is a bit heavy. My sister-in-law may not be able to carry it. You can take her home later!"
Wen Jiarui nodded solemnly: "Okay."
The whole room was dead silent!
Mrs. Wang looked at her grandchildren impatiently, feeling comforted in her heart. She greeted the people at the table as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that the abalone ginseng wings and belly are too precious. It's too heavy, and it broke the legs of the stool! It's okay." !Eat, eat!”
My aunt opened her mouth, but in the end she couldn't say anything. She blushed and lowered her head to eat.
Everyone at the table lowered their heads and ate in silence.
Wen Wan clenched her chopsticks tightly, her knuckles turned white. She lowered her head and silently picked out a few grains of rice and stuffed them into her mouth. There was no taste.
Zhu's face instantly turned into watered pig liver, red and swollen!
Those abalones, which were bigger than the mouth of the bowl, fell on her chest like a huge boulder, making her feel tight and uncomfortable, and her blood boiled.
During this meal, people at that table ate in silence, unable to finish their meal, with mixed flavors, as if something was stuck in their throats, and they couldn't swallow it!
Only the Nuan family ate with gusto.
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Song Guiqiang ate a few bites in a hurry and then went back. My aunt was not in the mood to stay any longer, so she quickly followed with her children and grandchildren.
On the carriage, Song Guiqiang looked at Wen Jiazhen. Although he was already in his fifties, he could vaguely see his youthful demeanor. There was no expression on his face and he just said: "Where does the Wang family live now?"
"It seems to have moved to the end of the village."
"Go and have a look."
So the carriage left the town and headed for Wenjia Village, then stopped outside a yard surrounded by a bamboo fence at the end of the village.
Song Guiqiang looked at several bamboo houses through the carriage curtain and frowned: "Do you know why they can have abalone as a tribute?"
Abalones that big can only be found in the palace!
The aunt shook her head, and suddenly she thought of something: "I heard from my sister-in-law that her family sold the recipe for stir-fried snails to the owner of Ruyi Restaurant. Maybe it was a gift from the owner of Ruyi Restaurant?"
Ruyi Restaurant owner? Tang Biquan's eldest brother was in the maritime business, and he was an imperial merchant, so it was no surprise that he had good luck.
"Just selling a recipe doesn't mean giving away so much abalone, ginseng, wings and tripe."
That's the tribute level.
"Then maybe those things don't belong to him at all. Maybe the fourth child became Tang Pingquan's errand boy, helping deliver goods!"
This is the only explanation that makes sense!
"Let's go!" Song Guiqiang glanced at the bamboo house again and lowered the curtain without any interest.
An errand boy can't make any waves.
When Wen Baozhen thought of this, she breathed a sigh of relief. She said, how could Wang's poor family turn around
"Brother Liang is taking the exam at Lushan Academy, and Sister Wan is also going to Fucheng to buy a piano. How many days should I invite them to stay in Fucheng?"
Song Guiqiang's face became more solemn after hearing this: "Take out the Huansha Courtyard and Tingfeng Courtyard and let them live there! It's quiet there, no one will disturb them from studying and practicing the piano. Let the servants serve them carefully, and eat. pay attention."
Wen Baozhen felt happy after hearing this.
Those two courtyards were second only to the main courtyard and were only used by Song Guiqiang's first wife's family.
It seemed that she was right to have a good relationship with Mrs. Zhu, her eldest nephew!
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