Mantou walked over slowly and said to the master, "Master, do you still write a note for Miss Jiang?"

Xiaoxiao thought for a long time, and probably it was Wen Laoer who gave his girlfriend a bottle of flowers. He needed to attach a simple letter.

The ancients liked to write letters, especially men and women in love. The paper was short and long, and there was endless ink every day. Thinking about the love in his heyday in Nayan, Qing Shaoyan once received a note from his lover on a bright moonlit night: On the extremely bright red paper, it only said 'Nothing else', and sent it to him and placed it in the corridor. When looking at the moonlight, I really found it very interesting.

This beauty is incomparable to the two lines of stingy words on the screen of modern mobile phones.

Wen Laoer pondered: "You can write one, but I used to write it?"

"I wrote it every time," Mantou nodded affirmatively, "Miss Jiang also said she wanted to save the paper and print it into a booklet."

"Oh, she mentioned it," Wen Lao Er's expression was very comfortable, "What are you writing this time..."

Finally, I saw the ancients' ways of showing their love, and the results were very high, and then surpassed the intimate feeding of food in the university cafeteria.

Xiaoxiao secretly looked at Wen Xixiu sitting next to him, and the latter was drinking tea on his own as if he couldn't hear it.

I'm really curious about the way this family gets along.

Mantou reminded his grandfather without being humble and arrogant: "The 'red, green, green, white, black and black' that I just recited just now can write."

"Bang!" Wen Laoer snapped his fingers in a shocking way, and Xiaoxiao Ruicai was shocked. The remaining three people still kept drinking tea, sucking plums and eating melon seeds. Wen Laoer said: "Just write this! Let's go back to Dafuzhai and ask the little rolling paper to grind it. This time I will write a plaque for Qiuyi."

Writing the two lines of red, red, green and green poems into a plaque? How big is that plaque? Where is it? The two lines of poetry that were originally quite beautiful have been tossed by the Wen family for so many times. Now it always sounds like couplets from dyeing workshops.

Mr. Wen had already stood up and shook the purple gauze of the Yanglian Lotus. A faint fragrance floated: "You drink tea and chat first, let's get together at the dinner, and welcome Zhenyu well. Then you can open a pot of autumn dew white." He looked at the two of them again: "These two children are also left to eat! The Jiang family's trash is well made, and the osmanthus root is cut for the children to eat!"

"Brother Wen is polite." The two loli were too lazy to say anything they refused. Even if they were 'taken off', they couldn't tell this master. Maybe they would be more excited. At that time, they would force their children to stay in Wen's house. What should I do? Don't leave, just sleep in Dafuzhai. The whole room of candy is lying on the side to sleep!'

Mantou stood beside the beautiful and charming Master Wen Er, looking up and said, "I forgot that the young master of the Jin family wants to give the girl two invitations to watch the show."

"Oh yes," Mr. Wen took out two bright orange papers and put them on the table in front of Xizi. "Xiao Jin also went to the Jiang family today. I also drank two drinks together at noon. He gave you an invitation, saying that he was making some zaju. Their Jin family is the best at tossing."

Xizi and Ruicai picked up an invitation to read it. The orange paper on the bright orange paper was printed with golden butterflies. Xizi couldn't help but read it: "On April 18th, at the time of Si, Nanpu Street, Kuaixue Tower, sincerely invites you to enjoy the small play "Liang Zhu" together."

"I never thought I could make up Zhu Yingtai's story into a play to sing! This is fresh." Ruicai was very rare.

Xizi was also full of interest and couldn't help but say, "We three girls, there are only two invitations."

Mr. Wen didn't think this was a problem: "Qiuyi still has it, and you can go with her then. Today she will be talking about you for a long time, and she also asked the kitchen to make honey and crispy meat for you."

Xizi's expression is quite complicated. Xiaoxiao's translation is: I will never be in the same frame as Jiang Qiuyi! I don't have any tickets to play and I will sit in the pippi shrimp and rush into the venue.

The mantou slowly tied the bead rope of Wen Erye's gauze buckle, and the master and servant finally moved.

Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, and the style of painting finally changed back.

Mr. Wen walked out of the moon gate and said, "Qiuyi's more than a dozen cousins, every time she shouted to ask me to take my younger brother and sister over there. You will have to follow me next time!"

Wen Xixiu took a sip of tea and ordered Yu Jin: "Tell me Miss Tang's idea about cutting flowers, and let me show you when the third master comes back."

Xiaoxiao decided to think about his own affairs intently, and the pace of the Wen family was overwhelming.

Ruicai gave the ticket to Xiaoxiao and asked Xizi again: "As soon as the emperor lifted the ban on teaching the Fangsi, this family arranged a new show, and the action was fast. I just don't know which Jin family is this Jin family?"

"It's the Jin family of Ginseng." Xizi said.

"They sell medicine and still open the Jiaofangsi?" Ruicai was surprised.

Wen Zhi? He held the purple plums in his mouth and interjected: "I heard that Jin Zhonglun, the second son of the Jin family, liked ancient songs and went to various places to find folk artists who sang ancient songs, and formed a team of singing ancient songs. This matter has been passed down for several years, but today I realized that it is true. It is said that Jin Zhonglun also bought many children with good voices, and the old artists personally taught ancient songs."

It seems that "Kin's Pictures" has been launched secretly, and all its artists have been signed, and they are all for life.

Ruicai expressed discomfort of Kim Jong-lun's behavior: "Don't the elders of their Jin family interfere? They just let their descendants be sensual and unwilling to do their jobs?"

Xiaoxiao couldn't help but correct: "In fact, drama and painting, like painting, are both art. If you can work tirelessly for it, you can still make a career." Mr. Jin didn't care about it, and he was afraid that he could really not be able to resist his grandson and had to let it develop freely. Who would have thought that many years later, Jin's Pictures became the largest in Asia, and the limelight completely overshadowed the Jin family's ancestral property, "Jin's Pharmaceutical". This is all a later story. Not to mention, now is the "preamble time".

"Yingyuan always has unique insights." Wen Zhi said appreciatively.

Ruicai asked Xizi again: "Is this invitation to you Jin Zhonglun?" This is exactly what Xiaoxiao wanted to ask.

"This tea is light, please change it to a new one." Wen Xixiu said.

Washing the silk and taking the teapot down: "Second Master, do you still need to make plum tea?"

"It's hot today, so you can try matcha made from a small tea mill," Wen Xixiu said, turning his head and smiling: "The teas at the rose banquet also consider matcha. In addition to rose tea, there must be other teas for guests to choose from."

Xiaoxiao was still absent-minded just now. When Wen Xixiu asked, she turned her face to look at him, looked at his cold and jade-like face and smiled and said, "The color of matcha is beautiful, as if it is asakusa, and it matches roses."

Back to the conversation on the table again, everyone seemed to have entered the next topic: "Platino can also be matched with roses..." Barabala.

Perhaps because of his special identity, Xiaoxiao has never been able to integrate into the world of the Yuanlong Dynasty 100%. Therefore, whenever he sees people in his previous life, he will feel very friendly. Even Ding Jin and Ding Lu are different from other passers-by.

In Xiaoxiao's opinion, these old friends are fates that overlap with the two worlds.

What's more, Brother Zhonglun is the person who makes him feel the most down-to-earth, with a sense of solidity like a brother. The reason why Xiaoxiao can make ignorant and fearless in the film and television industry is because of Jin Zhonglun's reassurance, as if he had caused a huge disaster and this person could also take it. It's not that Brother Zhonglun cares about Xiaoxiao, but that this person's strength is strong enough.

"Who gave this invitation?" Xiaoxiao cleared his throat, picked up the orange tickets for the show, and asked in a pretentious gossip.

"Jin Shulun." Xizi's tone was faint.

Jin Shulun? Xiaoxiao held the green rose that was about to fall on his head.

Who is this? I suddenly lost my understanding of local specialties. Xiaoxiao picked up a small plate and ate rose jelly. The hemispherical pink agar jelly was dissolved into it. It looked more beautiful than the taste. A batch of such "cheese-watching" was needed at a large banquet.

The matcha has been brought up. Except for Xiaoxiao and Wen Xixiu, everyone else can't get used to drinking it, so they also made rose tea to drink it.

Xiaoxiao looked at the same black-glazed tea bowl as Wen Xixiu. The tea color inside was as green as spring. An inappropriate metaphor appeared in my heart, as if there were beautiful moss in the jar with rain in the yard. But I didn't say anything, I was afraid that Wen Laosi would lose his appetite.

The afterglow spread the shadow of the rose vine above the head into a veil, and Xiaoxiao felt that this place was not as beautiful as the world.

In the end, Xiaoxiao and Ruicai politely declined the invitation to stay at the Wen family for dinner.

Although Wen Zhi tried his best to invite him, they were rejected with a smile on their faces. Xiaoxiao even brought out the good reason why his aunt would come to the family dinner tonight. Then, my brother gave up regretfully, and then asked the servants to pack a lot of Yunnan specialties for the two. After receiving the letter from Dafuzhai, he also packed a box of osmanthus roots for each of them.

Xizi personally sent Xiaoxiao Ruicai away. As soon as he left the yard, several people laughed at each other.

Xizi said, "My brother is so handsome. When he was a child, he was naughty and his mouth was good. The elders all liked him. But he was really kind-hearted, not just saying and not knowing how to do it."

Ruicai was just envious: "Your family has so many brothers. I am the eldest at home, only my younger brother and sister, and that cousin has nothing!"

Xiaoxiao looked at Xizi: "You brothers have different styles and each has the same style."

Xizi chuckled: "Brother and my fourth brother can say that. The bottle of 'Santhousand We've seen today is? My brother's idea. He changed the recipe for a lotus dew from my fourth brother, which was accompanied by the fresh green leaf fragrance. Unexpectedly, it would have created a new flavor."

Oh, I guess they have no other topics to talk about incense making.

Xizi remembered something and hurriedly said, "I almost forgot. I will go to the clothes shop tomorrow afternoon. Who will go together?"

Ruicai shook his head first: "Tomorrow, there will be a zheng club class, and they specially invited Meng Liuyue's! I've been waiting for it for half a year."

Xizi looked at Xiaoxiao again, and Xiaoxiao said, "What clothes are you going to buy?"

"I'm wearing it at the rose banquet. I plan to go to those famous shops. Their skills are better than those of the embroiderers at home." Xizi looked down at his stone-green embroidered gauze skirt, and felt that all the clothes could not be taken out at the rose banquet.

"The banquet will not be held until June, why bother to be anxious?" Xiaoxiao smiled unconsciously.

"After choosing the look, just make a decision. If you cut and sew it, it will take more than half a month at the earliest."

Xiaoxiao thought about his arrangements: "Tomorrow is the fourteenth day, it is our family's greeting day. I will go to my grandmother's place to cook in the evening. My aunt is here too today, and I may have to stay for two days. Tomorrow's dinner is even more careless."

Xizi said, "Forget it, you are all very busy. I will show you the way I will do it for you when I choose the right way. I will have to give me some advice."

Xiaoxiao nodded: "I am happy to do these things. I can't do clothes. I'm the best at judging things."

Ruicai was only looking at the Western sky and was ecstatic: "Look, the fire burns the clouds!"
Chapter completed!