Chapter 95： Tangtangshuishui

Chapter 95 Tang Tang Shui Shui

Lu Dani was a little anxious: "Then...then my barbecue shop..." Her father was stupid and her mother was fussy. She couldn't live without the barbecue stall.

“Keep doing it!”

Lu Dani listened and said, "I've already...you, don't you want to come to your house...?" Shutong is the steward of the Su family. She will definitely work in the Su family when she marries and follows the chicken.

Shu Tong shook his head, "Our second wife has said that if you want to work at the barbecue stall, you can continue to work. If you don't want to, it's up to you. Anyway, you are free to do whatever you want."

It’s still...is this still possible?

At this moment, when a woman gets married, she is equivalent to giving birth to children and working as a cow and horse for the man’s family. What else can she do as she wants?

“You listen to Su Erniang on everything?” Lu Dani couldn’t believe it.

Shu Tong nodded, "The second lady is right, why don't you listen?"

God, Miss Su Er is such a fairy lady. Lu Dani can’t wait to go over and kowtow to her. Recently, while she likes Shutong, she is also worried about her family. She has no brothers. If she gets married, her family will She didn't know what the situation was going to be like. She didn't expect the Su family to arrange her like this, so why should she be worried and entangled.

There is only gratitude and longing in my heart.

The young lady was excited, and Shu Tong was also happy. He stretched out his hand and took her little hand.

Ludani: ...I want to shrink back but don’t want to, so it’s so sweet.

Shutong howled secretly, God, I wish Shutong could finally hold the little lady's hand at such an old age.

From the initial awkwardness to the sweet mutual attraction, the two attracted envious eyes.

In a medium-sized restaurant on the street, someone was sitting by the window. While drinking, he looked towards the street, and he could see the light of the young lady holding the book.

Even the dull Huang Shun couldn't help but smile, "It seems that good things are coming for Manager Su, what about you? Little Brother Hua."

The person near the window was Hua Ping. He glanced at the old man angrily, "When people like us get married, it means harming others."

After hearing this, Huang Shun fell silent for a moment. When he was young, he got married on the pretext of being a businessman. He hasn't gone back for so many years. He doesn't know if the woman has remarried, and what happened to the child? In order to leave a descendant for himself, he selfishly got married. When he saw the woman gave birth to a son, he left quietly and never went back to see her for so many years.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival full moon night is a time for him to feel sad and emotional.

It is the fate of people like them to have a home that they cannot return to and have children that they dare not recognize.

Hua Ping saw Huang Shun's lifeless look and asked, "I heard that you send money there every year. How old is the child?"

“Seventeen or eighteen years old.”

"On a?"

“The first is a daughter.”

Hua Ping was surprised: "I didn't expect you to have a son and a daughter?"

 Huang Shun, who was lifeless, relaxed when Hua Ping said it, and looked proud. Yes, don’t look at my lame leg. He is in his forties and looks like a sixty-year-old man. I am a man with a son and a daughter.

Huaping:…

Can't compare, it really can't be compared.

Hua Ping was depressed, but Huang Shun tried to persuade her, "Old master, I don't care. Young master doesn't want to take charge. Since they are all just messing around, it's better to take the opportunity to start a family."

For some reason, Hua Ping thought of Su Ruojin, "If I could have a daughter like Su Erniang, I would like to find a woman to marry."

Su Erniang is so weird. The more angry she is, the more he likes her. Hua Ping thought to himself, is he born a bitch? “There is something ready-made in the shop, can you do it?”

Su Ping was instantly awakened by Old Man Huang and shook his head, "She and I are not suitable."

“Is it appropriate to find a woman to live a life with and have children?”

Hua Ping turned his eyes at him disdainfully, "If I were the woman you were looking for, I would have come over with a big knife to kill her."

Huang Shun:…

Mr. Shen didn’t expect that the little master would come over on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. He almost fell asleep.

“Young Master, why are you here?”

Zhao Lan sat down on the couch in the wing with a cool breath, "What's there to eat?"

“Yes, yes,” Mr. Shen said, “The Su family sent a lot of dishes to Hua Ping. He went to the restaurant to drink and didn’t eat, so he brought them all to me. I’ll help him warm them up right away.”

How come Su Erniang can eat everywhere? She is so good at crying! Zhao Lan, who had been unsatisfied all night, felt funny, and his anxious heart instantly calmed down.

Shuangrui stood aside worriedly. Seeing that the young master finally no longer had a frosty face, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and asked with little wings, "Young master, are you going back to the palace tonight?"

“Just rest here.”

“Okay. I’ll arrange it right away.”

Su Ruojin’s Mid-Autumn Festival dishes for Hua Ping were all soupy and watery. One was very hot, and the other two contained Chinese medicinal materials to help him gain weight. With such care, how could Hua Ping not like her?

After a while, Mr. Shen brought in the heated vegetables and soup.

Why are there still dishes that have not been touched with chopsticks? The main reason is that Su Ruojin's tonic soup for Hua Ping is light and refreshing, which really suits Mr. Shen's appetite. He was not willing to finish it all at once, so he divided a portion of each and put it in the well to calm down. , was planning to have another meal tomorrow, and it was just a coincidence that the little prince arrived. If he had eaten everything, he would not be able to get anything decent to eat in the middle of the night.

Light, really light.

Whether it’s steamed lion head, braised pork ribs with ginseng, braised duck with yam, or simple version of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, each one is light and delicious, not only nutritious, but also a hot sip that will make you sweat slightly, so don’t be too comfortable!

Shuangrui thought that the little master couldn't use chopsticks for such a bland thing. Unexpectedly, the little master poured a small bowl of soup by himself and took a sip. Just when Shuangrui thought he disliked it, he drank it in one gulp. over.

Shuangrui:…

A bowl of soup seemed to open up Zhao Lan's taste buds. The three soups and two large steamed lion heads on the table all went into his stomach in a short time.

Mr. Shen: ...there were two lion heads on a plate and three small cups of soup, all of which were dazzled by the young boy. Who said that the young master can't eat it if he has a heavy taste without spicy salt?

Shuangrui Santai and others: ...Young master, we have been with you all night, shouldn't we leave some reward for us?

Zhao Lan himself didn't expect that when he looked at the light and light things and ate them in his mouth, he actually tasted them. The meatballs were chewy and chewy, the Chinese medicine was slightly bitter but sweet, and the soup was fresh and rich. Everything was delicious. tasty.

Eating and drinking enough can make people sleepy, so Zhao Lan, who usually suffers from insomnia, had a good night's sleep.

Early on the next morning, Huang Shun was waiting in the yard early. Zhao Lan walked up to him energetically in a smart outfit, raised his hands and saluted, "Master—"

 Huang Shun didn't say much. He raised his hands and returned the salute. In the blink of an eye, he turned around and unleashed his fists and kicks.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather gets colder than ever, and the autumn tigers are completely gone. Even at noon it is chilly, and people change from jackets to thin coats.

(End of this chapter)