Chapter 614： Specially for making slime

Chapter 614 is dedicated to making mud

Madam Qin smiled back, and then half-joked and half-warned Madam Yu who was about to refute: "Today is the auspicious day for our General Tan's housewarming. I understand that you are very angry. After all, the weather is hot."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Qin pulled the plate on the table, pointed at the watermelon, and laughed loudly: "Look at this red watermelon, how festive it looks!"

"What the old lady said is, I look at this red watermelon and drink saliva. I don't know how it tastes?" Mrs. Cheng, the county magistrate of Pengcheng, echoed.

"It's delicious!" Mrs. Qin picked up a piece of watermelon and took a bite, as if she had found a bosom friend, and motioned for everyone to eat, "Some time ago, Boy Tan sent a dozen to my house, but because of the sweetness and heat, The mouth produces fluid, and the misfortune will disappear in a few days, and I still miss this taste, thanks to today's blessing, I tasted this taste again."

After finishing speaking, he winked mischievously at Yang Lan'er.

Yang Lan'er smiled gratefully at her, "Ma'am, you are polite. In the past few years, it is thanks to General Qin's support for my husband and his care in life."

"Watermelon is not a valuable thing. The main reason is that this is the first time to try planting in Zhuangzi here. There are not many planted. If not, I will send some more for you and the old general to try."

"Oh, according to what you said, it has already been planted in your hometown?" Mrs. Qin asked firmly.

Yang Lan'er nodded, "I planted a batch last year when I was in Chongxian County. This year, I expanded the area and planted several Zhuangzi. When they were ripe and harvested a while ago, I sent a batch to Beijing."

Everyone was shocked when they heard that they were going to Beijing. Could it be that Mrs. Tan still has relatives in Beijing? Those who can be deliberately sent to Beijing are definitely not ordinary people.

"Really? Mrs. Tan has relatives and friends in the capital? Why haven't I heard about it from General Tan before?"

Hearing this sharp voice, I found that the speaker was General You's wife, a woman in her twenties, with a long conical face, big eyes, fair skin, and a pretty face.

Yang Lan'er frowned and thought for a while, only to remember that the right general seemed to have some conflicts with Tan Anjun, they disagreed, and she forgot what his last name was.

She looked at the other party and smiled lightly, and said softly: "How can their men talk about these gossips? Besides, their men have men's affairs to be busy, so how can they talk about these trivial matters with women? It would be strange if a man told you these things , do you think so?"

The others listened, looked at each other meaningfully, covered their mouths and held back a smile.

Isn’t that right, if a man from another family tells you about his family’s daily chores, doesn’t that mean… cough cough!

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Mrs. General Right with half-smiles.

Faced with everyone's strange eyes, I gritted my back molars with secret hatred in my heart, but I couldn't show it on my face, I wanted to smile but couldn't laugh with a stiff face, but my face trembled, if Mrs. General You said that it was because of You The general hated the house and the house because he couldn't get used to Yang Lan'er and wanted to make her feel uncomfortable.

From this moment on, I really hated the Tan family in my heart.

Ms. Qin suddenly found out that she came here today to attend some kind of banquet, and she came here to be a plasterer—specialized in mixing mud and acting as a peacemaker. She never thought that Yang Lan'er had the potential to chat to death?

However, I have never had contact with her before.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Mrs. Qin had nothing to say, and asked with a kind smile: "Lan'er, you have relatives in the capital, who is it?"

Yang Lan'er glanced at Qin Lan who had been sitting beside Mrs. Qin who had been silent all this time.

Qin Lan raised her eyes to look back at her, lowered her eyelids again, took a piece of watermelon and ate it leisurely, as if it had nothing to do with her.

(end of this chapter)