He originally thought that today would pass peacefully.

As a result, it turned out that he really thought too much.

Since mid-morning, people have been visiting the house.

The first person to come to the door surprised him.

The eldest disciple Ma Zhou, whom he had almost forgotten, said he was older because he was older, much older than Wang Zi'an. He was about to turn thirty after the Chinese New Year, and he was still alone, floating alone in Chang'an.

"Student Ma Zhou, I met Mr.——"

Seeing Ma Zhou, who had changed into some decent new clothes, but had turned darker and lost weight, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but be shocked, and couldn't help but joke.

"Prince Bin, what are you doing here? Have you been arrested and taken to mine?"

Hearing Wang Zi'an's joke, Ma Zhou rubbed his hands slightly unnaturally.

"Mr. Hui, Dongshan has been a little busier lately -"

Wang Zi'an keenly discovered that after not seeing each other for a while, Ma Zhou's palms had become enlarged, covered with calluses, and had dry and cracked frostbite. How could they still be the palms of a scholar holding a pen?

Even the neighbors in the villages to the east of the city are nothing more than this.

He was startled slightly and smiled.

"What are you busy with——"

Hearing this, Ma Zhou hesitated for a moment, and finally answered honestly.

"Building a house - Spring is about to start after the Chinese New Year. The students are thinking that if they don't build houses for the homeless before the weather gets warmer, they will soon become homeless again -"

Seeing Wang Zi'an's eyes looking a little weird, he thought Wang Zi'an was blaming him for making the decision without permission, so he quickly said.

"The student originally wanted to inform the husband, but, but - the master's wife, Miss Changsun, and Kong Jijiu said no, no need to trouble you..."

The more Ma Zhou spoke, the lower his voice became, and the more he spoke, the less confident he felt.

Wang Zi'an was very happy.

"Why don't you bother me? You are worried that I won't agree, so why not work together to hide it from me..."

When Wang Zi'an told him the truth, Ma Zhou couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Wang Zi'an waved his hand angrily.

"Okay, what's the big deal - go ahead and burn your hands. After you're done, go and get a box of chilblain ointment from Butler Gu. Your hands are frozen like this and you don't want them anymore? I'm upset when I see your worthless bear look.

…”

Since the last recruitment, he knew that every one of his friends in the coal trading company was a scam, and he had no hope of getting his money back.

Anyway, that's it. If you can take care of your own profits and losses and stop taking money from yourself, then everything will be fine.

Listening to his husband's scolding, which was called blaming, but actually showed concern, Ma Zhou's hopeless nose felt sour, and he felt ashamed and ashamed. He quickly lowered his head, turned around and ran out in a hurry.

He has been an orphan since he was a child, and now he is living alone in Chang'an. This is the first time that someone cares about him so much.

See Ma Zhou get out.

Wang Zi'an picked up the dough with one hand and was wrapping the dumplings by himself while educating Xue Rengui.

"Ren Gui, you are an honest person, but please don't imitate this piece of shit like Ma Zhou. You haven't learned the skills of a fart, but you have learned a lot of crooked ideas——"

Xue Rengui:......

Quickly lower your head and make dumplings.

Now, with Wang Meng's big mouth in his house, it's impossible for him to even know about this master's past.

Naturally, he also knew what mysterious operations his master's wife, who was about to pass, the legendary eldest grandson, and Kong Yingda, the current minister of the Imperial Academy, had done in the past.

They jointly opened a small coal trading company, but it turned out to be a refugee shelter.

Tens of thousands of refugees have been recruited, but the key is that nearly half of them are old, weak, women and children.

I almost bankrupted my master.

Of course, Wang Meng did not express it this way at the beginning. He said that his prince was compassionate and had a bodhisattva heart. He saved the suffering and saved the people. He spent all his family property to save the homeless people...

But he understood the core of the meaning, which was that the few of him teamed up and almost bankrupted the master.

This time, I secretly built a house for the refugees without telling my master. I didn’t even have to think about it. I must have been afraid that my master would object!

No one can do this anymore.

However, it is not my place to interfere in this matter.

On one side is the master, on the other side is the master's wife, a proper fight between gods——

As a result, Wang Zi'an made a dumpling and put it down, then cursed angrily.

"No wonder they all come to my door. I'm still surprised. Why don't they bother me anymore? They are doing things behind my back. That bitch Lao Li must also know about this. This bitch actually does it too."

If you don't tell me, it's a shame that he has the nerve to bring people over here every day to eat and drink..."

Xue Rengui:......

Ah, this——

Master is so miserable!

On the other hand, Ms. Liu, who was helping to make dumplings, chuckled beside her.

"That's not all because they all know that Master, you are kind-hearted and don't want to see others suffer..."

Wang Zi’an:……

Ah, this——

Wang Zi'an shook his head helplessly.

"Is my shortcoming so obvious?"

After hearing what he said, girl Su Su, who was holding a rolling pin and learning to roll out dough, stopped her movements with a puzzled look on her face.

"Is it bad to be kind-hearted? Why is it said to be a shortcoming?"

When she interrupted like this, Xue Rengui and his wife, who were still suppressing their laughter, suddenly couldn't help it anymore.

When Wang Zi'an saw this, he couldn't help but feel happy.

This made Miss Su Su laugh out loud.

Although she hadn't yet figured out why Wang Zi'an and the others were laughing, she knew they were definitely making fun of her, and she was so angry that she turned her face on Wang Zi'an and was confused.

Wang Zi'an had quick eyes and quick hands. He stretched out his little finger and caught the dough with a light movement. With a stroke, the dough turned lightly on his fingers like a handkerchief.

Gee, it’s so good to know kung fu!

Even if it was just for fun, Su Su would not really make trouble with him. She rolled her eyes at him and lowered her head to roll out the dough again.

But rolling out dough and being good at kung fu seem to be two different things. The hands that wield swords and wield the rolling pin don't seem that dexterous. The dough they roll out is big or small, and some have irregular edges and corners.

Each shape is different.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The girl was a little embarrassed at first, but then she saw Wang Zi'an and Xue Rengui as if they didn't see her, and they were just taking care of themselves, so she relaxed. Don't tell me, at this moment

With a lot of effort, I actually rolled it out into a decent shape.

While several people were chatting and laughing, Ma Zhou came back from outside after applying the ointment.

But after he came back, he regretted it.

How could he know how to make dumplings?

But the master was doing the packing, so it was inappropriate for him to stand beside him. It would also be rude to leave directly. He hesitated for a while, then hesitantly pulled up a stool and sat down next to Wang Zi'an.

Wang Zi'an smiled, stepped aside and said jokingly.

"I never thought you would do this -"

Ma Zhou clumsily pinched a piece of dough, imitating Wang Zi'an and others' gesture and smearing stuffing into it, while smiling sheepishly.

"No, it's my first time..."

After a while, Ma Zhou's first dumpling was completed.

Looking at the crooked and twisted dumplings in his hands, and looking at the dumplings covered with lace made by his husband and Mr. Liu, he was too embarrassed to put them on the chopping board next to them.

Already.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Xue Rengui comforted him.

"It's okay, senior brother, this skill is much better than when I first learned it -"

Ma Zhou glanced at the small ingot-shaped dumpling in his hand, and suddenly didn't want to talk.

Then, he heard his husband's considerate comforting voice.

"Prince Bin, it's okay. This is the first time. Most people are like this. These dumplings are a bit ugly, but they should still be edible. Wrap them well and let the kitchen prepare them for you to eat alone later..."

Ma Zhou:……

Ma Zhou had just sat down and packed a few bags when Li Yuan came with a woman in her thirties, with a voluptuous figure and still charming charm.
To be continued...