Chapter 92： good at

Chapter 92 Proud

"They are all delicious." Regardless of whether they are delicious or not, Su Yanli will praise them if his wife cooks them herself. Of course, they are indeed good.

He reminded his daughter, "Don't forget Prince Zhao Xiao this time."

Su Ruojin smiled and said, "I will give it to him first this time."

And this time it was more formal. Su Yanli wrote a note and asked Shu Tong to drive a mule cart to Prince Jin's Mansion.

The first time he went to the palace, Shu Tong was quite nervous and scared, so he asked Su Ruojin to go with him to give him courage.

She shook her head and said, "It's better to ask Uncle Hua Ping than me. He is a helper and has dealt with everyone. I think he can help you knock on the door of Prince Jin's Mansion."

So is it!

Shutong was inspired and actually went to Hua Ping to take him to Prince Jin's Mansion. Hua Ping was so frightened that he almost thought he had been exposed. After repeated testing, he found out that he was treating him as a helper, so he dared to put his heart into it.

As a young man, he was also a bit quick-witted. Shutong dragged Hua Ping from the bed to the mule cart and arrived at the gate of Prince Jin's Mansion early in the morning, waiting for Prince Pingyang who was going to the Imperial College to attend school.

Sure enough, wait and see.

When Zhao Lan read the book, he subconsciously glanced at the side of the mule cart and found that there was someone in the mule cart, but it didn't look like a young lady, so he looked away and looked at the steward of the Su family.

Hua Ping secretly watched his little master leave, and then slowly looked at Shu Tong, "You know you don't need me, but you still insist on pulling me here. I really owe you master and servant in this life."

There were actually pictures on the gift box as to what was inside. Shuangrui asked the young master: "Should I take it to the Imperial College or send it to the palace so that the princess can look at it as a gift?"

Shuangrui sent the remaining three items to the steward next to the princess along with the Su family's notice. They followed the young master to the Imperial Academy for school.

Zhao Lan reached for the barrel-like box, with chestnuts just exploded from the thick shell painted on it, full of wild interest, "Take this with you."

Shutong approached the mule cart and wiped the sweat from his nervousness. "Fortunately, I came here when he went to school, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do."

“Wow, the roasted chestnuts are so fragrant.”

During the break, Shuangrui opened the roasted chestnuts, peeled them off one by one and handed them to the little master.

What do you owe? Shutong didn't understand why Hua Xiaodi kept repeating this sentence every time, curled his lips, and got on the mule cart to go home. As he drove the cart, he thought, whether it was roasted chestnuts or moon cakes, he would give some to Mrs. Lu.

A sweet aroma spread out and filled the nostrils of the young man in the room.

Shuangrui took it with both hands with a smile, "It cost Dr. Su a lot."

Shuangrui stepped forward and asked, "Guanshi Su, what's the matter?"

After saying that, he angrily climbed into the mule cart and continued to sleep.

The Mid-Autumn Festival gifts have been packaged in a very high-end manner by Su Ruojin. Whether it is a grape fruit box, a moon cake pastry box, a sugar-fried chestnut, or a roast duck, they all imitate modern packaging. The surface of the box is painted with simple freehand colorful Chinese paintings by Su Yanli. , just a few strokes, full of color, both interesting and aesthetic, it is simply a small work of art.

Zhao Lan looked at the mule carriage again. At this moment, Hua Ping had already stepped out of the carriage and bowed to him from a distance.

The Boxing Day gift from the Su family is fine!

Shuangrui looked at his little master.

Zhao Lan motioned for him to take it.

"You're welcome, the young prince." Shu Tong was about to withdraw, and bowed his hands in salute, "There's nothing to do, so I'll go back first."

“Are the sugar-roasted chestnuts available so early this year?” Fan Yanjia thought for a while. In previous years, it would have been September.

Shuangrui looked at his young master quietly while peeling. He seemed to have been having trouble since the last time the grapes were taken over by Young Master Fan. This time he finally got a gift from the Su family before the Fan family.

The corners of the little master's mouth were almost invisible. Shuangrui felt the little master's pride. He thought to himself, is he a young man with such a strong desire to win? Fan Yanjia was so careless that he didn't even know that the little prince of Pingyang had already experienced a lot of hardships. He reached out and grabbed a handful from the packaging box, peeled off one and put it in his mouth.

After one of them finished eating, he praised the roasted chestnuts like nothing else in the world, "Jinzhi, where did you buy them from? The roasted chestnuts were so delicious!"

The little master was still eating snacks leisurely, and could only reply with a smile, "I didn't buy it, it was a Mid-Autumn Festival gift from the Su family."

Fan Yanjia: ...Does his family also have one?

It’s wrong to think about it.

“I went back yesterday and didn’t hear my mother say there was a Su family holiday ceremony?”

The master was so confused that Shuangrui could only smile and said, "The Su family delivered it to the gate of the palace this morning. I guess Young Master Fan can eat it when he returns from school."

Fan Yanjia:…

Giving gifts so early? For some reason, Fan Yanjia looked at the unpeeled sugar-roasted chestnuts in his hand and suddenly felt that they no longer tasted good.

The aroma of roasted chestnuts is fragrant, but after eating too much, it feels a bit dry. Shuangrui handed him silky milk tea again. The noble man in the world suddenly became so down-to-earth, and all the classmates opened their mouths in shock.

Fan Yanjia:…

How is Zhao Lan different today?

But where exactly it is, it is not something that a young boy like him can figure out.

The chestnuts were fragrant and sweet, and they were enjoyable to eat. However, a cup of milk tea was missing, so Fan Yanjia also asked the boy to buy milk tea.

Qingfeng hurriedly ran out to buy something for the young master. Fortunately, there was a milk tea shop opened near the Imperial College. The shop was not big and only had a big name, but it couldn't stop the business. Not only the students in the Imperial College liked it, but also the people in the nearby government offices. It’s profitable.

In a few months, Mrs. Yang made a lot of money. She was looking at her account books at home, and with a smile on her face, she told Aunt Zhang, "The Su family's share must be sufficient, no less."

The master made more money and lived a better life, so Aunt Zhang was naturally happy. "Madam, don't worry, Su Erniang suggested to Fang Zi that you open more small shops. I will definitely support her as the God of Wealth."

Isn’t he just a little God of Wealth?

In a short period of time, the Su family's life went from being tight to not only opening their own breakfast shop and setting up a barbecue stall, but also partnering with her in the milk tea business. Money flowed into their pockets like water.

Mrs. Yang sighed with emotion, "I heard that Dr. Su even owns a field and has accepted the youngest son of King Jin as his student. These days are really getting better."

Su Ruojin didn’t know what Mrs. Yang was feeling, but when Aunt Zhang sent her a share of the money, she smiled so hard that she couldn’t see anything, “Madam’s shop is making money again.”

Only the more you earn, the more you will get divided!

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Thanks to the Second Lady, it's okay."

Su Ruojin was so happy that she couldn’t close her mouth from ear to ear. The money is coming quickly!

As soon as he got off school, Fan Yanjia asked his mother: "Did Su give you Mid-Autumn Festival gifts?"

Mrs. Fan nodded, "I sent it, what's the matter?"

There are so many people giving gifts to the Minister's Mansion. Why is the youngest son thinking about the Su family?

Fan Yanjia smiled and said, "Mom, where are you?"

Mrs. Su frowned, and Fan Yanjia saw the gift box on the desk that had not yet been put away. "As soon as I saw the pattern on this box, I knew it was painted by a doctor."

(End of this chapter)