"Sister, how much money will it cost to buy these things?"

"It's not worth a lot of money..."

"The material of this dress is so smooth and the color is so fresh. It cost my sister a lot of money..."

"Deduct it from your wages?"

"……oh."

"Just teasing you. Fool, I gave it to you."

It’s the twelfth lunar month and the weather has cooled down again.

There was a charcoal stove burning in Xinyi's house, and the red charcoal fire reflected the warmth of several childish and young faces.

The three children were playing, while Xiang Ling and her husband were cleaning up the ingredients and supplies that Xin Yi had brought back, and taking new clothes to try on. Their little faces were brightly red, and joy jumped between their eyebrows.

The laughter spread far and wide.

Next door, Ms. Liu was lying on the bed, too angry to speak.

She had saved up a sum of money by digging into the belly of the whole family, and paid all of it to the prodigal son as if he were a woman in the entertainment industry. She did not dare to cry in front of Zhang Zhengxiang. She hated Xin Yi from the bottom of her heart.

Every laugh from the Xinyi family was like a slap in Mrs. Liu's face.

She was so hateful that she spat again and again.

Not long after, the aroma of boiled lard came over...

Xin Yi rarely has the opportunity to cook, so today I bought some ingredients and wanted to try making some hometown dishes that I have been craving for a long time.

After coming to Bianjing for so long, the most unaccustomed thing to her was the food.

She boiled a can of lard, cut the chicken into diced chicken, added scallions and ginger and marinated it. She fished a few slices of pickled cabbage from Uncle Zhang's jar, made diced pickled cabbage and chicken, and chopped the meat filling.

, make meatballs, cook the oil residue and green vegetables together, and prepare a simple dipping sauce...

I tasted it and almost swallowed it with my tongue.

Sure enough, the most delicious thing is the stuff you make yourself...

As soon as the hot pickled chicken and diced chicken came out of the pot, there was a sound outside the courtyard.

"Is Miss Zhang at home?"

Xin Yi stirred up her energy and signaled her husband to look at the fire. She wiped her hands and walked out, opening the wooden fence door and looking at Duan Sui, who was much taller than her.

"Watcher Duan has something to do with me?"

Duan Sui sniffed and his stomach growled.

"What delicious food do you cook at home? It tastes so good!"

Xin Yi looked at him doubtfully, "Duan Wei? If you are fine, I'm going to eat."

Seeing that she had to close the door, Duan Sui quickly reached out to stop.

He said with a playful smile and took out an envelope.

"Master Jiu gave it to you, take it."

Xin Yi glanced at the envelope. It was a fine paper with golden auspicious clouds and blooming peonies painted on it. It was elegantly presented.

She took it silently, without opening it, but put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed, "This... use half and half of clove, sandalwood, nard, and tonka, a little bit of raw brain, and half of fennel.

It can be made..."

After saying that, she handed the envelope back to Duan Sui.

"It's a very nice scent, perfect for letter paper."

Duan Sui was stunned for a long time and then burst into laughter.

"Who asked you this? There will be a poetry meeting at Daxiangguo Temple tomorrow, and our county king asked you to go with him. This is the post for the poetry meeting... take it!"

Poetry party?

Fu Jiuqu invited her?

Xin Yi laughed.

"How is your Master Jiu's eyesight? Do I look like someone who can write poetry?"

A weird smile appeared on Duan Sui's lips, "I don't think it's the case either. The prince wants you to take the two young men to see things. In the future, the two young men will still have to go to school to understand poetry...

"

Xin Yi: "I have something to do tomorrow."

She refused simply. Seeing Duan Sui's look of astonishment, she took the envelope and smiled, "But in order to thank the prince for his kindness, I'd better give you a poem. I'll trouble Guard Duan to take it back."

After pondering for a while, Xin Yi said: "I want to ascend to the sky, separated by the sky. I want to cross the water without a bridge. I want to go up the mountain. The mountain road is dangerous. I want to swim in the well and the spring is far away. How late are the people and green quilts? The independent sand bank and the river grass are green.

The purple swallow flies to the west to send a letter, but where are the white clouds to meet the visitor?"

Duan Sui scratched his head and repeated it again.

"A poem you made?"

Xin Yi smiled half-heartedly, "Yes, I did it."

Duan Sui said hey and looked at her sideways, clearly refusing to believe it.

"What does this poem mean?"

"Your Master Jiu understands."

Xin Yi turned around with a smile and called Xiang Ling, "Go and get a food box, put the oil residue we boiled in it, sprinkle it with powdered sugar, and have Guard Duan take it back, so that the prince can have a taste of the common people's home-cooked food..."

Duan Sui's mouth was slightly open and he closed it after a while.

"Thank you!"

The sound of horse hooves faded away.

Mr. Liu next door, who was leaning by the window and listening, then gritted his teeth and retreated, spitting.

"Little whore, oh my!"

…

Xin Yi came back holding the letter. The three children were sitting and waiting for her. The dishes on the table were placed and not a single bite was touched.

"Eat. Why don't you eat? It will cool down soon."

"Waiting for you." Sannian looked at her obediently and pouted again, "I will also go to the poetry club with you tomorrow. I will also go to school in the future and be proficient in poetry..."

Second thought: "I want to go too."

Yi Nian remained silent and looked at Xin Yi with a complicated expression.

Xin Yi touched San Nian's head, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up a piece of diced chicken for her.

"Who said I was going to a poetry club?"

Sannian looked at her stubbornly, "I heard it just now. Uncle Fu invited you to go and asked you to bring your eldest brother and second brother... Mom, Sanbao wants to go too."

A small hand slowly dragged Xin Yi's sleeve and shook it.

"mother……"

Xin Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He knew that this child loved to act coquettishly and would be happy with a little sunshine, so he had to lower his face and glare at her.

"Eat. Children don't talk too much about adult matters."

How could Fu Jiuqu invite her to a poetry meeting at this time? Isn't such a romantic thing the way a romantic young man and an amorous young lady fall in love in ancient storybooks?

Xin Yi had just read it, and there was indeed a message in the envelope.

Since Fu Jiuqu would not sincerely invite her to the poetry meeting, then this post has another meaning...

However, no matter what, she had to go to Yaowang Tower. The two of them had an agreement in advance, and she hoped that Fu Jiuqu would understand what she meant and cooperate tacitly.

"Sister." Xiang Ling sat down with the rice and suddenly said: "There seem to be more new faces in the village."

Xin Yi looked up at her: "Really?"

Xiang Ling nodded and gestured to her beloved, "Tell my sister quickly."

My beloved said: "I went to the field to pull weeds in the morning and saw two tall men, very handsome."

Xin Yi yelled, his voice turning cold, "Where are they going?"

The beloved man shook his head, "They walked up the canal and disappeared after a while. Sister, I saw they were carrying knives."

Xin Yi ate slowly, with no visible change in his expression.

"Tonight, lock the door. Later, I'll ask my uncle which house has puppies and bring two back to look after them."

Xiang Ling and his beloved nodded in unison. The three little ones were already excited, remembering the names of the puppies they had not yet met...

Xin Yi lowered his eyes and his eating speed obviously slowed down.

.....
To be continued...