Chapter 243 His Family's Ning Is Just Slow

What kind of delicious dessert, she has never eaten, what kind of delicious candy, without her? So the desserts made by the cooks here are honestly not delicious at all. I have eaten the delicious food in Beijing, and I have eaten the big girls. No, now the desserts made by Princess Xiaojun will be distributed with them. How bad is it, how bad is it.

But she didn't like these snacks, but the people in the village were very rare. Everyone shared two pieces of snacks, and they were reluctant to eat them. They had to carefully wrap them in clothes and take them back to their relatives to eat.

The old kept it for their children.

The big one wants to keep it for his younger brother and sister.

The smaller ones don’t eat them either, but take them home to their parents to eat.

Really don't think that those rich and noble families live happily, maybe those powerful and powerful people don't have the sincerity of these villagers, nor do they have these true feelings, they have been taught by all kinds of calculations and jealousy, and they can no longer enjoy it. Without such innocence, there is still such a heart.

Bai Mei asked the old lady to give the rest of the dim sum to Lizheng in the village, and asked Lizheng to give the villagers more.

As soon as Li Zheng saw these dim sum, and there was an extra portion for himself, almost all of them were frightened for a long time, and he also thought in his heart, this big family is a big family, and this kind of etiquette is different from others.

Even if he is just a small lizheng, people are very polite to him, and he has never used his identity to oppress anyone. Compared with those landlords and rich people, people's upbringing is so good People are ashamed.

It turns out that the richer people are, the more humble they are.

"Miss, are you better?" Bai Mei carefully smeared the medicine on Shen Qingci's fingers. It's not winter yet, but Shen Qingci's hands are already freezing. Her hands are about to make incense. After the incense is made, it is not as flexible as before.

"Fortunately," Shen Qingci moved her finger. Now she makes one incense, and it is enough to sell one product for a few months, so this big winter, she can make less incense, and she can also use her fingers to make incense. Well cared for.

Shen Qingci held his fingers, which were like dumplings, in front of him.

"You wrap my hands like this, and how do you let me eat?"

"Hey slave maid."

What Bai Mei said was right, and that's what she said. It's normal for a girl to serve her master. For example, some girls in Beijing want to let the girl finish everything.

"Don't worry, girl," Bai Mei reassured, patting her chest again, "girl, you don't have to do anything, the slaves will help the girl, eat, drink, and dress."

"Then I have to go to the toilet?"

Shen Qingci asked coldly.

"Slave gang..."

Bai Mei was about to say it, but she was at a loss for words in the end. She can't help with this, right?

It's not that she is embarrassed, but that the girls in her family have come alone from childhood to adulthood, and even the mothers can't touch them, let alone them?

Such obscure things, I am ashamed to see people, not to mention having another person by my side, even if it is a strange girl, when it is impossible to go to the toilet, let others follow.

"Help me untie it," Shen Qingci stretched out his hand in front of Bai Mei.

Bai Mei hesitated for a while, but finally helped her to untie it, and also returned Shen Qingci's agile hands.

In fact, her hand was only swollen, and before it was frozen, as long as it was well cared for, there would not be too many problems.

Do you really think it was like the snowy day that year? At that time, none of them had frozen hands or faces, otherwise, how could her hands have been frozen so badly? It has never been better.

She moved her finger again, Shen Qingci stood up, and while there was nothing else, she made some new incense, seeing that the Chinese New Year was coming soon, Yipinxiang also needed some new incense to prop up the facade. , By the way, she remembered the acacia hair oil she made for Prince Jun's Mansion. She can make some hair oil, but she doesn't have to use acacia flowers. In the future, she will use the acacia flowers for Prince Jun's Mansion.

She also has to save some more military expenses for her father, which is coming soon.

She can rest assured to be prepared, and the more money the better, but how much to prepare, in fact, she has no idea in her heart, she just knows that she must have more.

Otherwise, if there is still a shortage, even if you want to send the money, it will be impossible.

As for the hair oil to do? She already has some ideas in her mind, and she can formulate hair oils that are actually scented, such as cuckoo, peony, peony and the like.

During the Chinese New Year this year, she didn't go home. If she stayed in the freezer for a few days for about half a month, after returning, her hands would be swollen without wrapping them. Shen Dingshan in Beijing Naturally, he also misses his daughter, but he is also afraid that it will be his daughter, Zhou Che, and there are a lot of rumors going on in Beijing. He doesn't want his daughter to know about it.

And thinking of those rumors, he really wanted to break the necks of those people.

His little A Ning just grows slowly, how could it be that he didn't grow up, how could he not give birth to a child, and he didn't know who spread it out. If he was told, he wouldn't be named Shen if he didn't kill him.

Song Mingjiang looked up at the plaque above, which was the private room of the first grade building.

On weekdays, there is no money to enter here, and I don’t know if this tier building occupies the first tier of incense. Although it only appeared in recent years, the business is very good, and of course they are also very famous. The restaurant is now, and the people who come and go are also some honorable people, as well as people from the clan.

He opened the door and walked in. He saw Yu Wenxu was holding a child in his arms, and he was teasing the child.

"Is this Brother Lin?"

Song Mingjiang stepped forward and smiled at the child.

But the child just glanced at him, then turned his little face to one side, and then played with his father's hair.

And Song Mingjiang was a little embarrassed. Since he married the daughter of the Xie family, he and Yu Wenxu were no longer close. They were cousins ​​before. Although they were not biological, they were better.

But now, plainly, they always felt that something was missing between them, and it was also blunt that he could no longer get close to him.

"This is Brother Sen," Yu Wenxu asked his son to sit down, and then nodded his little face, "be more disciplined, why is your grandfather here, you are just like your big brother, but as soon as you come out, you become monkey?"

"Grandfather is fierce," Brother Sen frowned when he remembered his grandfather.

"Then why don't you go back to the manor with your father?"

Yu Wenxu coaxed his son. He rarely saw this son, so every time he saw him, it was extremely painful. He really wanted to take him back to the mansion, so that the father and son could get along well.