The two of them went out, crossed the Jiuqu Bridge, and arrived at the Lotus Pavilion.
"Seventh sister." Wen Qinghe was very happy to see them coming and hurriedly came to greet them.
"Qinghe." Wen Qingzhu responded with a smile and followed Wen Qinghe into the pavilion.
"Seventh sister, fourteenth brother." Wen Mingqi stood beside Wen Qinghe and called them politely.
"Eighth sister, thirteenth brother." Wen Mingxuan shouted.
The four of them chatted for a while and then sat down.
Wen Qingzhu looked at Wen Mingqi. He was still the same as in his memory, with a round face, big eyes, and a humble attitude.
Like Wen Mingxuan, he is also very smart and hardworking.
After regaining consciousness, Wen Qingzhu ordered behind him: "Jasmine, bring up the snacks."
"Yes." Jasmine took out two plates of snacks.
One plate of lotus cake and one plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Wen Qinghe was a little surprised: "There are lotus cakes at this time?"
Wen Qingzhu smiled and replied: "This is summer, I asked Green Tao to pick lotus flowers, grind them into powder and put them in the ice cellar. Mingxuan has not been in good health these days, so I made some to appetize him. .”
"Seventh sister is so awesome, if only I could make pastries!" Wen Qinghe looked at the pink and soft lotus cake with envy.
"When grandma's birthday is over, I will be free. Then you can come to Yanyuan and I will teach you how to make it."
"Then it's settled, Sister Seven is not allowed to go back on her word!"
A few people were chatting and laughing, having a great time.
"Who allowed you to occupy the Lotus Pavilion!"
Suddenly there was a shout from behind.
Several people turned around at the same time, only to see Wen Qingxin with her hands on her hips, glaring at them angrily.
"Xin'er, don't be rude, they are your siblings." The handsome young man next to Wen Qingxin pulled her hand.
Wen Qinghe was a little nervous and hurriedly came out to explain: "Sister Qingxin, I'm sorry! We didn't know you were coming to the Lotus Pavilion today to-"
She wanted to say that we should get out of the way right now.
But when she looked back, Wen Qingzhu and Wen Mingxuan were also inside.
"Sister Qingxin, shall we get out of the way now?" Wen Qingzhu stood up and finished what Wen Qinghe had not finished.
After speaking, she looked up at Wen Qinghe and her brother Wen Mingliang.
"No, no, no, we are all brothers and sisters, no one should give in!" Wen Mingliang waved his hand and glanced at Wen Qingxin.
Wen Qingxin curled her lips up in dissatisfaction and muttered: "Forget it Wen Qingzhu, the other two are not from our Wen family..."
"Xin'er!" Wen Mingliang shouted sharply, "You have forgotten what grandpa said!"
When Wen Qingxin heard the word grandpa, she trembled all over and shook her head hastily.
"Mingliang, don't scold Qingxin, she's still young." Seeing the tense atmosphere between them, Wen Qinghe hurriedly came out to make peace.
Hearing this, Wen Qingxin raised his chin and said to Wen Qinghe, "I want you to take care of me! I think there are too many people in the way."
Wen Mingliang was a little helpless, so he simply walked up to Wen Qingxin, raised his hands and said to them: "Xin'er is not sensible, please bear with me, Seventh Sister and Eighth Sister."
"It's okay, it's okay." Wen Qinghe waved his hand quickly.
Wen Qingzhu said calmly: "It's okay, do you want to come in?"
As she spoke, she pointed to the lotus pavilion.
Wen Mingliang saw the calligraphy on the table and immediately replied: "Of course, come in, just in time to read Mingxuan's handwriting."
Seeing her brother go in, Wen Qingxin couldn't turn around and leave, so she could only follow him in.
It's just that she always looked down on her second uncle's family and tried to stay as far away from them as possible.
Therefore, Wen Qingxin sat diagonally opposite Wen Qinghe with disgust.
"Is this written by Mingxuan?" Wen Mingliang asked, pointing to the copybook, seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense.
Wen Qingzhu nodded: "Yes, the sun is very good today. Qinghe invited us out, so we came out to write."
"So that's it. Today I'm taking advantage of the Eighth Sister." Wen Mingliang smiled at Wen Qinghe.
Wen Qinghe didn't dare to agree, and hurriedly explained: "I heard that Ming Xuan was sick, and he didn't like to go out. It was not good to stay at home studying, so I called them out."
"Hmph!" Wen Qingxin looked at them sideways and snorted disdainfully.
It was not good for Wen Qinghe to please anyone, but he actually wanted to please Wen Qingzhu, a motherless person.
"Xin'er!" Wen Mingliang glared at her.
Wen Qingxin flat-mouthed and ignored them.
She turned around and asked the maid next to her: "Why aren't the crystal cakes ready yet? I'm starving to death!"
"I'm going to urge you." The maid with a bun in her buns turned around quickly, sweating profusely and her steps a little sloppy.
Wen Mingliang held his forehead and called to the maid: "Baixiang!"
The maid named Baixiang turned around again.
"Brother!" Wen Qingxin pulled him to act coquettishly.
"Go and take a look at Xiyan. Baixiang stays here." Wen Mingliang still insisted on letting Baixiang stay.
Wen Qingxin stood up immediately, turned around and glared at Baixiang: "You little bitch! You actually—"
"Sister Qingxin! Doesn't the lotus cake I made suit your liking?" Wen Qingzhu couldn't bear it anymore, so he interrupted Wen Qingxin.
Wen Qingxin turned around in disbelief and stared at Wen Qingzhu: "Is this the lotus cake you made?"
"I made these lotus cakes and osmanthus cakes. If my sister doesn't mind, you can try them." Wen Qingzhu nodded with a fake smile.
I've been here less than half an hour, and half the time I spent listening to Wen Qingxin lose his temper, which was really annoying.
Just when Wen Qingxin was about to say something, Wen Mingliang coughed twice.
Wen Qingxin had no choice but to sit down depressedly.
Grandma was very kind to Wen Qingzhu these days, and she didn't dare to offend him.
The most important thing is that Wen Qingzhu is the only legitimate daughter of Sanfang and Wen Mingxuan's biological sister.
If Wen Mingxuan becomes prosperous in the future, Wen Qingzhu will naturally have someone to rely on.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, Xi Yan came over with a woman.
Open the food box and present crystal cake, donkey rolling, pea yellow, poria cake, and a cup of bird's nest and white fungus soup in order.
"Two sisters and two brothers, I specially invited people to make this at home. You can try it. If you like it, I will send someone to bring more."
Wen Mingliang politely asked them to start.
Looking at these exquisite pastries in front of him, Wen Qingzhu's eyes gradually deepened.
Crystal cakes and Poria cakes are just that. Donkey rolling and pea yellow are unique pastries in the imperial court.
"Seventh sister, why don't you eat?" Wen Qinghe stretched out his hand and pulled her sleeve and asked softly.
Wen Qingzhu came back to his senses, pursed his lips and smiled: "You guys eat, I just ate a few more pieces of lotus cake, and now my stomach is full."
"I have no knowledge." Wen Qingxin glanced at them with disdain.
Wen Mingliang had a headache. No one could control her except her grandparents.
Everyone had a bowl of bird's nest and white fungus soup in front of them.
When Wen Qingzhu saw everyone eating, he picked up the spoon and took a spoonful of bird's nest soup.
As soon as she put it in her mouth, the tip of her tongue touched the soup, and she was stunned for a moment.
This bird's nest soup...
Wen Qingzhu's face was as heavy as water, and he raised his eyes to stare at the four plates of pastries.
"Sister, is there something wrong with this pastry?" Wen Mingxuan noticed something strange about her, put down his spoon and asked quietly.