Chapter 242: His family A Ning just grows slowly

What kind of delicious snack? She hasn't eaten it before, and what kind of delicious candy does not have her? So the dim sum made by the chef here is honest, it's not delicious at all. I have eaten delicious ones in Beijing, I have eaten big girls, no, now the dim sum made by Princess Xiaojun will be sent to them. How bad is it, how wrong it is.
But these dim sums are not rare for her, but the people in the village are very rare. Everyone divides two dim sums, and he is reluctant to eat them. They have to wrap them carefully in clothes and take them back to their relatives.
The old ones keep them for their children.
Big thinking about keeping it for younger siblings.
Even the smaller ones are not eaten, so they are taken home to parents.
Really don’t think that those rich and wealthy people live the happiness, maybe those powerful people do not have the sincerity of these villagers, nor do they have these true feelings, they have been taught by various calculations and jealousy, and they are still enjoying Not so naive, there is still such a heart.
Bai Mei gave the rest of the dim sum to Lizheng in the village from her mother-in-law, so that Lizheng gave more to the villagers, and also let Lizheng take an extra portion.
When Lizheng saw these dim sums, and there was an extra portion of himself, he was almost frightened for a long time, and he thought in his heart, this big family is a big family, and this kind of courtesy is different from others.
Even if he is only a small Lizheng, but people treat him with a lot of courtesy. He has never used his identity to suppress anyone. Compared with those landlords and rich people, the education of others is so good. People are ashamed.
It turns out that the more wealthy people are, the more humble.
"Girl, isn't it better?" Baimei carefully put medicine on Shen Qingci's fingers. It is not winter yet, but Shen Qingci's hands are already freezing. Her hands are going to make incense. After making incense, it is not as flexible as before.
"It's okay." Shen Qingci moved her fingers. Now she makes incense for a few months, so she can make less incense and put her fingers on it this winter. Raised well.
Shen Qingci held the fingers of his bag like rice dumplings in front of him.
"You wrap my hands like this, how can I eat?"
"Slaves, feed you."
What Bai Mei said should be the case. It is normal for a girl to serve the master. For example, some girls in Beijing want to let the girl do everything.
"Girl, don't worry," Bai Mei promised by patting her chest again, "Girl, you don't have to do anything. The servants will help the girl, eat, drink, and dress."
"Then I want to go to the toilet?"
Shen Qingci asked coolly.
"Slaves..."
Bai Mei was about to talk, but in the end she was poor. Isn't she helpful?
It's not that she is embarrassed, but that the girls in her family have been here since childhood, and even the mothers can't touch them, let alone them?
I am ashamed to see people for such obscure things, not to mention having another person by my side, even if it is a weird girl, when it is impossible to go to the toilet, let someone follow it.
"Help me untie it," Shen Qingci stretched out his hand in front of Bai Mei.
Bai Mei hesitated a few times, and finally helped her untie it, and also returned Shen Qingci's clever hands.
In fact, her hands were just swollen, and it wouldn't be too much of a problem as long as she kept it well before it was frozen out.
Do you really think it was like a snowy day that year? At that time, none of them had frozen hands or face. Otherwise, how could her hands have been frozen so severely? This freezing lasted for several years. It's never been better.
After moving her finger, Shen Qingci stood up, and while she was fine, she made some new incense, seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Yipin incense also needs some new incense to hold up the facade. By the way, she remembered the acacia head oils she had made for Prince Jun's Mansion. She could make some head oils, not necessarily using acacia flowers. In the future, just give them to King Jun's mansion.
She also has to save more military expenses for her father. It's almost here.
She can rest assured if she is prepared. The more talent the better, but how much she prepares. In fact, she has no idea in her heart. She just knows that it must be more.
Otherwise, if it is still lacking, even if it wants to send the silver, it will be impossible.
As for how to make head oil? She already had some thoughts in her mind, and she could mix out scented head oils, such as rhododendron, peony, and peony.
During the Chinese New Year this year, she did not go home. For about half a month, if she freezes for a few days in the middle, after returning, her hands will be swollen with pig's hoofs. Shen Dingshan in Beijing Naturally, he also missed his daughter, but he was afraid that it was his daughter's troubles. Moreover, there are a lot of rumors in Beijing. He still doesn't want his daughter to know. He just wants to wait for some time to pass, and wait for the rumors to be smaller.
And thinking of those rumors, he really wanted to twist the necks of those people.
His little A Ning is only growing slowly, how could it be that he did not grow up, how could he not give birth to a child, and don't know who passed it out, if he knew it, he wouldn't be surnamed Shen if he didn't kill him.
Song Mingjiang looked up at the plaque on it. This was the Tianzi private room in Yipin Building.
On weekdays, it is not possible to enter here with silver, and I don’t know if this product building has occupied the light of the first product. Although it has only appeared in recent years, the business is very good, and of course they are all very famous. The restaurant is now, and the people who come and go are also some noble people and people of clan relatives.
He opened the door and walked in, and saw Yu Wenxu holding a child in his arms. He was playing with the child.
"This is Brother Lin, right?"
Song Mingjiang stepped forward, also smiling at the child.
But the child just glanced at him, then turned his little face to one side, and then played with his dad's hair.
Song Mingjiang was a little embarrassed. Since he married the daughter of Xie's family, he and Yu Wenxu are no longer close. They were cousins ​​in the past. Although they were not biological, they were better.
But now, plainly, there is always something missing between them, and it is also abrupt that he can't get close anymore.
"This is Brother Sen," Yu Wenxu asked his son to sit down and click on his little face, "Be more rules, why your grandparents are here, you are as good as your elder brother, but as soon as you come out, you will become Monkey?"
"The grandfather is fierce," Brother Sen frowned when he thought of his grandfather.
"Then you go home with your father, OK?"
Yu Wenxu coaxed his son. He sees little of this son, so every sight he sees is extremely painful. I really want to take him back to the house so that they can get along well.