SFS Chapter 262 First visit to the Kong Family
Chapter 262 First visit to the Kong Family
Zhang Jinlan also prepared a copy for Kong Yuanbao who was busy in the shop.
"You are too polite. Just come. What do you want to bring? Auntie likes to eat this. Hurry, bring it to me. I want to eat it now. Ping'er, send the master's portion to the shop. The syrup cannot be kept for too long. It will definitely turn sour when he comes back. Send it to the shop so that he can eat it."
Wan Xian said to Jiang Tongmu with a smile on her face.
She also did not forget to give instructions to her personal maid beside her.
"Yes, Madam." The maid Ping'er took out four bowls of sugar water, placed them in front of them, and left with the food box.
"Are you in a hurry to get this food box? If so, wait until the maid comes back. I'll ask her to wash it and then send someone to deliver it to the Jiang Family Snack Shop for you."
After Wan Xian finished speaking, she scooped a spoonful of sugar water and put it into her mouth, chewing.
The taro balls are chewy, the watermelon is crisp, and the mung bean soup is sandy and tastes cool.
So comfortable.
"No hurry, it's just a food box. You can bring it over when Ming Xue comes to play in my shop during the next break in school."
The first time I met Wan Xian.
Jiang Tongmu discovered that Kong Mingxue's mother was very similar to his second aunt's mother.
Especially the expression on his face when eating and his carefree personality.
They are just like twins.
This kind of person is actually very easy to get along with, so he felt much less nervous.
There were a total of twenty dishes on the table in front of me.
Even the simplest stir-fried seasonal vegetables were presented on a plate.
It's really beautifully done.
The four of them ate for half an hour.
Only then did he put down his bowl and chopsticks.
The three guys finished all twenty dishes.
Wan Xian seemed to be used to it.
Not surprised.
"Okay, go to Mingxue's room and play for a while, and then go to the school together in the afternoon. I'll ask the maid to buy some food and bring it to you. I feel bad that you always send things to your family. Do you like cakes? And what about dried meat?"
Meng Bujiu has become a frequent visitor to the Kong family.
Wan Xian had already regarded him as half her son, so she spoke to Jiang Tongmu.
"Yes, I can do anything. Thank you, auntie."
Jiang Tongmu is not picky about food.
The good days at home only lasted a few months.
He even tastes delicious brown rice, let alone expensive pastries and dried meat.
"Okay, I'll watch you and do it, go and have fun."
Wan Xian smiled and waved to them.
Watch the three people leave.
Kong Mingxue led them through a long and quiet path, past a pond and a small rockery.
Then we came to the door of a crabapple tree.
Going inside is the courtyard where he lives alone.
It’s not big, the courtyard is only about 30 square meters, and there are three rooms in it.
A bedroom, a toilet and a study.
A toilet is not a dry toilet.
Instead, there was a sitting wooden barrel, which was cleaned every day by the servants.
There is also a large bathtub inside.
Separate with a screen.
If Jiang Fubao were here, he would definitely find that the layout of this toilet was like a modern bathroom, with a dry and wet separation.
"Mingxue, the place you live in is really big."
Jiang Tongmu was dazzled.
But he was not envious.
He prefers the feeling of living together as a family.
If he were left living alone in this yard, he would definitely feel lonely.
"It's okay. If you don't want to go back to the village during your rest, you can stay at my house. Just consider it as keeping me company. His family is very strict and he can only go out during the day. I'm the only child, so I'm actually very lonely. You also know how loving my parents are. Okay, let's go. Don't stand there like an idiot. I have collected some beautiful booklets. Let's take a look at them."
Kong Mingxue dragged his two friends to the study.
At the same time, Jiang Fubao finished his lunch and took a nap in the recliner.
The strong sunlight shone on the tree, and the shadow of the branches was imprinted on Jiang Fubao's face, swaying up and down with the wind.
Her breathing was shallow, so her chest didn't rise or fall much.
It looks like a static state.
Zhang Yanzi, who was passing by with mung bean soup, stopped. She was a little worried, so she quietly put her index finger towards her daughter's nose.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the heat.
As a mother, I always think too much.
Even though her daughter is over three years old, she can't change this bad habit.
"Mom, we don't have enough bamboo sticks. We can't sell barbecue anymore."
Jiang Siyin, who was standing by, looked at the dozen or so bamboo sticks left in the basin and shouted to his mother.
"Go tell your second brother, lest he order too much for the customers and then there's nothing to grill, and the customers get angry."
"Okay, I'll go now."
Jiang Siyin put down the bamboo stick in his hand and walked to the front of the shop.
Without the barbecue, there were fewer people queuing.
The shop closed early today.
The family returned to the village as the sun set.
"I'm just wondering, who lent the ox cart to the Jiang family? Why haven't they come back to ask for it back yet? How rich must their family be? How could they forget this?"
"Yeah, I'm curious too. It's been so many days and no one has come to ask for it. Could it be that they forgot about it?"
"Are you stupid? I'm afraid the Jiang family bought the ox themselves. They said it was borrowed because they were afraid we would get jealous. Who would lend out something as valuable as an ox cart? We've all been cheated!"
"No wonder. Now that you put it that way, it all makes sense. Even in the wealthy Zhangjia Village, there wouldn't be such a foolish person to lend out the ox cart. It turns out that the Jiang family bought it themselves.
No wonder they collect so many bamboo tubes in the village, and the chimney of their home emits the aroma of meat every day. It seems that they have made a lot of money. I heard that they have bought a shop. "
"Hey, how come it's so easy for others to make money? I have to work so hard to earn a few cents. If it doesn't work, we can sell it too. It's just mung bean soup, right? It's so simple, who can't make it?"
"Don't even think about it. If it's really profitable, then Jiang Lingu can't make money? The owner who hired him has closed his shop, so business must be bad. I guess it's because Zhang Jinlan's cooking skills are good, and the mung bean soup she makes is different from others, so everyone likes to drink hers. Let's not try it.
Besides, if you have that money, you might as well buy some meat for your child to nourish his body. Look at how thin your Xiangzi is. I feel sorry for him. Don't be too frugal. If the child doesn't have enough to eat, he won't grow tall in the future, and it will be difficult for him to find a wife. "
Several women gathered together, gossiping about the Jiang family.
Behind them, a figure walked by.
It was Jiang Lingu with a sullen face.
Back in the village, things can no longer be like in town.
The family lost so much money in an instant.
Jiang Lingu, who had never done farm work in his life, also started carrying a dung bucket.
He reeked of shit and piss, mixed with rotten sweat.
Everyone is marinated with flavor.
As soon as she got home, Zhou Gai'er was almost vomited by the smoke. She covered her mouth and nose and stayed away.
I hate it so much.
And she wasn't much better.
Today I chopped wood, washed clothes and cooked.
I'm tired and my back aches.
But she didn't dare to complain. Her mother-in-law, who had lost four taels of silver, seemed to have gone crazy and cursed everyone she saw.