Mrs. Yan took a bite and said, "It's very crisp, it's pretty good."

Some of the fruits made by Yan Ying and others were made into animals, some were made into flowers, some were also made into four-link Fangsheng, round, etc. As for the chicken legs made by Yan Ying, they were too thick and were not cooked inside.

"What should I do? If you blow it up, the outside will be burnt." Yan Qi looked at Yan Hu, "Twelve Sister, please think of a way for me."

"Steam it, you can eat it after steaming it, but it's not crispy anymore." Yan Huo smiled.

"Just eat it." Yan Qi was not picky at all.

Yan Xi's fried fruit turned into steamed fruit. Yan Xi tasted a little, just like a steamed bun. She didn't like it. Yan Xi led Yan Jing to finish it. Yan Xi also said with striking words: "The weather is so hot, and the fruit is stained with water vapor and will break down tomorrow night."

"If you are greedy, you will have so many excuses." Mrs. Yan Wu poked her forehead with anger.

At night, licorice and almonds are used to dye Yan Hu's nails with mashed impotence flowers. This is also a custom on the Chinese Valentine's Day. Yan Hu's skin is fair, his fingers are slender, and his red nails are dyed, making him look even more delicate and delicate.

Impatiens is not as good as nail polish. It took too long to apply it. Yan Huo leaned on the pillow and almost fell asleep. It was still licorice that lifted the thin blanket she was plastered on her body. She woke up, "My toes are no longer stained. I am tired and want to sleep."

Licorice and Almond hurriedly asked the little maid to bring water in and wait for her to wash. Yan Huo went to bed and closed his eyes and fell asleep, without dreaming of dawn all night.

The next day, on the Chinese Valentine's Day, the Yan family had nine unmarried ladies, as well as two young ladies of Wang and Ma. So they didn't invite anyone. Although Yan Hu had received a post from someone else's invitation, they also rejected it. In the evening, Yan Hu received a happy spider sent by Tang Zhi, Tang Hai and the others.

Looking at the boxes of joyful spiders, Yan Hu felt a headache, "Put them all on the cabinet in the corner room." Fu Zhixing was away from home and had not come back yet, so he had no gifts to collect this year. This jade pendant must be sent when he comes back.

In the evening, everyone gathered in the garden to worship the Weaver Girl. Tea, wine, fruits, pastries and other offerings were placed on the incense table. The fruits fried yesterday were also placed on it, with a few flowers in the bottle, and a small incense burner was placed in front of the flowers.

The eldest sister-in-law Wang, who has given birth to two sons, has silently prayed to the Weaver Girl: "Please give me a delicate daughter."

Ma also wants to have a son.

Then the seventh lady Yan Fen also burned incense and worshiped, silently saying in her heart: "Fairy Weaver Girl, please bless me after marriage, the couple will be harmonious and will win a man in one fell swoop."

Yan Huo has nothing to pray for, she has it.

"I want to be pretty, don't be so fat." This is Yan Jing's wish to the Weaver Girl. She is young and can't even recite it silently. Everyone has heard this wish.

"If you eat less, you won't be so fat." Yan Fen said with a smile.

"Eat less, that's impossible." Yan Jing said, grabbing an apple and chewing it.

"You greedy girl." Yan Fen cursed with a smile.
Chapter completed!