"Nothing." Wen Qingzhu picked up another silver spoon and dug out a spoonful of pea yellow.
Just as he tasted the taste, Wen Qingxin happened to look over and laughed: "I just said I didn't want to eat it, but now I'm not eating it."
"Xin'er!" Wen Mingliang put down the spoon and turned to look at Wen Qingxin, "If you are still so rude, I will ask Xi Yan to send you back."
"Brother!" Wen Qingxin immediately refused.
But Wen Mingliang looked serious and was not moved at all.
Wen Qingxin had a proud temperament, and Wen Mingliang suddenly became angry because he did not give her face in front of outsiders.
"Then Xin'er, just leave!" Wen Qingxin threw the spoon, got up and left.
Seeing this, Bai Xiang glanced at Wen Mingliang and hurriedly followed.
After Wen Qingxin left, Wen Mingliang turned around and apologized to them: "Xin'er is young and ignorant, so don't take it to heart, two sisters."
How could Wen Qinghe dare to express his gratitude: "As for Ming Liang, we are sisters. It's okay to let her go. Seventh sister, don't you think so?"
Wen Qingzhu turned his gaze back, raised his head and said, "Sister Qingxin is young, so she should be a little arrogant."
Although she said this, she kept staring at the bird's nest soup opposite her from the corner of her eye.
That bowl was presented to Wen Qingxin. She ate a lot of pastries but didn't take a bite of the bird's nest soup.
This is interesting. A meaningful smile appeared on Wen Qingzhu's lips.
"Seventh sister, may I ask if Mingxuan practices calligraphy often these days?" Wen Mingliang's voice rang in his ears.
Wen Qingzhu raised his eyes and replied with a smile: "Mingxuan has been practicing calligraphy."
Why does Wen Mingliang always mention Mingxuan's calligraphy practice
"Then the copybook he copied is the original work of Mr. Zhuang?" Wen Mingliang continued to ask.
Wen Qingzhu's eyes flashed, and he finally understood what Wen Mingliang meant.
The reason why he sent so many cakes and even scolded his beloved sister away was because of Mr. Zhuang’s original work.
Wen Qingzhu denied: "Ninth brother is overthinking. How can we have the original work of Mr. Zhuang? Any of his calligraphy is worth millions of dollars."
Wen Mingliang relaxed slightly and murmured to himself. "I just said that he must have seen it wrong. How could Mr. Zhuang's original work come to light so easily?"
The two chatted for a while, and then Wen Mingliang took Xi Yan and left.
As soon as they left, Wen Qinghe breathed a long sigh of relief: "They finally left."
Wen Mingqi looked longingly at the bird's nest soup diagonally opposite, which Wen Qingxin had not touched.
He hesitated for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to say, "Sister, I still want to eat that."
"This..." Wen Qinghe felt sorry for him, but these things were not theirs.
On the boulevard outside the lotus pond, the woman from before was walking here.
After Wen Qingzhu saw it, he said: "Anyway, sister Qingxin doesn't want it. If Shuiqi doesn't want to eat it, it will be thrown away. Just replace it with his empty bowl."
Wen Qinghe hesitated for a moment, and finally told Xiaoman: "Change over."
Xiaoman quickly changed over and then returned behind Wen Qinghe.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the woman who had just delivered the cakes came over.
"Miss Seventh, Miss Eight, have you finished eating?" The mother-in-law looked at the dishes on the table, with a trace of peace in her eyes.
"Not yet." Wen Qingzhu stared at the woman with a half-smile.
This Aunt Wu really took great pains to actually dare to tamper with the food in the fourth room.
The woman was a little scared by her stare, and she twitched her lips and said, "Then wait a little longer, old slave."
"Why, do you have to watch us finish eating? These are what Master Ninth invited us to eat." Wen Qingzhu looked sideways, his eyes dark and unclear.
She really didn't understand what confidence Aunt Wu had to dare to take action in Zimingtang.
Wen Qingxin is having a good time tonight.
"Master Ninth asked me to serve the young lady and the young master." The mother-in-law felt that Wen Qingzhu was a little dissatisfied, so she immediately knelt down to explain.
"You go down first. We will stay here for a while. When we finish eating, we will naturally send someone to clean up." Wen Qingzhu waved her to leave.
Although the mother-in-law was worried that things would not be done well, she could only obey the order and retreat.
When she stood up, she glanced at the things on the table again, and finally stopped in front of Wen Mingxuan.
Seemingly confirming something, the mother-in-law turned and left.
When the old woman walked away, Wen Qinghe asked strangely: "Why does this old woman always look at the plates in front of us? Does she want to eat too?"
Wen Qingzhu smiled and shook his head. Without saying anything more, he turned to Wen Mingxuan and said, "Drink this bowl of bird's nest soup."
Wen Mingxuan was startled, and then asked: "But didn't sister say that I don't want to make soup with these recently?"
"Drink. It's rare to have bird's nest soup today. It was made by the palace cook." Wen Qingzhu touched his head. This bird's nest soup is the antidote.
If he doesn't eat, he will definitely have a high fever tonight.
When Sister A spoke, Wen Mingxuan nodded obediently and began to drink the bird's nest soup.
Wen Qinghe, who was sitting next to her, asked again: "How does Seventh Sister know that this is made by the palace cook? Although it tastes better, no one in our family knows the nobles in the palace."
"Maybe I guessed wrong, but these are Ninth Brother's wishes. We might as well give it a try." Wen Qingzhu was secretly shocked and careless.
Then he started talking about calligraphy practice again and quietly dropped the topic.
After playing in the lotus pavilion for most of the afternoon, Wen Qingzhu, Wen Qinghe and the others said goodbye and returned to Wen Mingxuan's courtyard.
Sitting in the study, Wen Qingzhu asked Wen Mingxuan to sit down and carefully diagnosed his pulse.
After hearing and questioning, she was sure that there was nothing wrong with Wen Mingxuan, and she felt relieved.
"How is Manager Tian treating you these days?" It was not easy to find Tian Chong directly, so Wen Qingzhu was a little worried.
Wen Mingxuan's little hands under his sleeves tightened, but he had a bright smile on his face: "Manager Tian is very good, everything is fine!"
"That's okay." Wen Qingzhu didn't notice his little movements. In order not to worry him, Wen Qingzhu nodded.
After giving him some instructions, Wen Qingzhu left Zimingtang with Green Tao Jasmine.
On the way back to Yanyuan, Wen Qingzhu asked Jasmine: "Shaoyao's father, Manager Yao, was working at Zimingtang, right?"
"Yes, he was in charge of the gardener in the guest room."
Wen Qingzhu had an idea.
Since Manager Yao once worked in Zimingtang, Manager Hotan must have had contacts.
As soon as they returned to the gate of Yanyuan, they happened to meet Lu Yu going out.
"Miss Seven." Lu Yu said hello when he saw her.
"Yes." Wen Qingzhu smiled and asked her to go about her business.
The three of them returned to the east courtyard. As soon as they entered the front hall, Wen Qingzhu immediately ordered: "Moli, go out and follow Lu Yu and see where she goes. Be careful not to be discovered."
"Yes." Jasmine nodded and stepped back.
In the evening, Xi'er took back dinner from the kitchen.
Wen Qingzhu ate and listened to Shaoyao's reply.
"My father and Steward Tian have an average relationship. This time, this slave is able to work in the young lady's courtyard, just like Steward Tian."
Wen Qingzhu put down his chopsticks and was about to speak when Xi'er quickly came in to report.
"Miss! Baixiang next to Miss Eleven wants to see you!"