Group pet daughter: The rough man tricked me into giving birth again

Chapter 89 Gao Hui
Malan slept very restlessly last night, and the person beside him was like a piece of red-hot iron, which was scary.

Suspecting if he was sick, I got up to see what happened and saw his dark eyes.

With infinite tenderness in his eyes, he looked at her tenderly and pamperingly.

Ma Lan threw herself into his arms shyly, acting softly and softly.

Qin Zhi also hugged her tightly and coaxed her to sleep.

When she woke up, there was no one around her again.

I don't know when he left, Ma Lan was a little depressed.

She didn't sleep well last night, she woke up a little late today, worried about the business in the store, and dragged Qin Da and Zi Yan out after just two bites of breakfast.

The entrance of the inn was crowded with people, and it took a lot of effort to get in.

Cui Ping was cooking in the kitchen, and Li Caixia was busy letting the people in line try today's new dishes.

Shen Congwen was clattering his plans at the counter, and everyone was very busy.

Seeing him coming, he immediately packed his things.

Cui Ping stopped cooking, Li Caixia didn't organize herself anymore, and Li Wanyi sat in front of Ma Lan as soon as she put the dishes away.

Ma Lan didn't know why, drinking tea while waiting for them to tell him what happened.

They got up early, and the tasting event started an hour before.

At first, no one was willing to try it, and only one person tried it after half an hour.

I lost a bet with Shen Congwen and had to come and try it.

After tasting it, I thought it was good, so I invited my friends to try it.

In less than half an hour, people queuing up surrounded the inn.

Shen Congwen was in Batai, and when he saw Ma Lan coming, he immediately went out to inform everyone that today's food tasting event was over.

"There is still a tasting tomorrow, everyone should go back today."

Even if they were reluctant, they couldn't help it after the tasting event was over.

It's free stuff, so it can't be said that they don't make people full.

After a while, the people queuing at the door dispersed.

Cui Ping came out after tidying up the kitchen, and said with a smile, "My boss is here."

It was the first time for her to cook as a chef, so how could she be unhappy that so many people liked it.

Ma Lan took a look at the inn. It was clean and tidy, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

Li Wanyi went out to step on the flowers early in the morning, and when she came back, she still had dew on them.

Cut off the flower roots and put them in a vase filled with clear water to bloom for several days.

The floral fragrance is charming, and the combination of long and short is full of artistic conception.

After a while, everyone packed up and sat around Ma Lan, and Shen Congwen brought pens and paper.

Ma Lan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I don't say anything important, so I don't need to record it."

Shen Congwen shook his head: "I want to hear you tell the monkey story."

After Malan left yesterday, he read the manuscript left by Malan again.

The more I watch it, the more I feel endless aftertaste, and the more I watch it, the more I want to know the follow-up development.

While Shen Congwen was talking, the heads of the surrounding people kept clicking.

Even Qin Da and Zi Yan had looks of anticipation in their eyes.

Everyone likes to listen to it, and she is not hypocritical. After drinking a sip of tea, she continued to tell the story behind.

Shen Congwen wrote while listening, and wrote down the stories Ma Lan told verbatim.

Yesterday he went to find his old friend with the manuscript, and he was astonished when he read it.

Everyone wants to know the follow-up development, so he naturally wants to be satisfied.

After talking for almost half an hour, Malan finally talked about Wukong being crushed on Wuzhi Mountain.

Counting the manuscripts in front of Shen Congwen yesterday, there is already a thick stack.

Following the custom of binding books in this era, these fit just enough to bind a volume.

"Look back and see if there are any sellers you know. Let's publish a book."

Shen Congwen's eyes lit up, he happened to have a classmate friend who opened a bookstore at home.

The business is very big, and there are bookstores all over the country.

As long as the book is good and the price is high, that is...

Shen Congwen hesitated: "I do know one, but the books sold to his family can't be sold to others."

His family is generous with money, but has many rules.

His family's books are not allowed to be sold by other bookstores without permission, and the author is not allowed.

If some tea house song and dance workshop wants to adapt these stories, they usually have to get their permission to go on stage.

In a word, when the book arrives at his house, he has all the rights to deal with it.

Apart from authorship and revision, all the author has is money.

The books in their family can be bought out at one time, or divided into shares, regardless of the cost.

Ma Lan listened to it for a while, and felt that they could talk, so she asked Shen Congwen to make an appointment.

Shen Congwen was faintly excited, such a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation should be known to everyone.

Adapted into various works, let everyone know, and let future generations see it.

The ancestors can also create things that last forever.

After finishing the business, Li Caixia clamored to continue to listen to the development behind.

Qin Da and Zi Yan had long wanted Ma Lan to talk about it.

I was busy cooking when I went back yesterday, so I forgot about it.

Must be a good day today.

Ma Lan agreed with a smile, took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and planned to continue talking, when there was a knock on the door.

Cui Ping hurriedly asked Malan to stop talking, and trotted to open the door.

Standing at the door was a young man dressed in brocade, holding a folding fan in his hand.

A pair of peach blossom eyes looked at Cui Ping who opened the door for him: "Excuse me, Shen Congwen, brother Shen lives here."

Hearing this voice, Shen Congwen got up from the stool immediately.

Before he could put down the pen in his hand, he arrived at the door: "I was talking about you, and you came."

After speaking, he introduced to Ma Lan: "This is the classmate I told you about, Gao Hui, who is in the bookstore business at home."

Gao Hui cupped his hands to everyone: "Excuse me."

Seeing that Ma Lan had something to discuss, everyone was busy with their own affairs.

Gao Hui sat in Shen Congwen's seat, stared at the manuscript for a while before asking, "Can I have a look?"

"Please."

Gao Hui didn't hesitate, put down the fan and started reading.

Shen Congwen was listening and writing at the same time, when he accidentally dripped a drop of ink on the paper.

When Gao Hui saw that drop of ink, he felt so awkward, his facial features wrinkled together tightly.

He wanted to continue to read the following content, but his mind was full of the ink on the paper.

It took a long time before I opened my mouth to borrow a pen and paper, and re-transcribed the content just now.

After replacing the ink-stained paper, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to continue reading.

But he felt that something was wrong, the size of the handwriting in this book was different from what he wrote.

Just now I borrowed a pen and paper to transcribe someone else's content, so I'm afraid it's not good to transcribe now.

He didn't want to worry about these details and wanted to concentrate on studying.

He could see that the following content was more attractive than yesterday's content.

But he couldn't help it, looking at the paper with different sizes and inconsistent handwriting was as uncomfortable as scratching his heart.

"Why don't I tell you."

Ma Lan saw that he had been struggling with the things on the pen and paper, and knew that he had obsessive-compulsive disorder and hurriedly spoke up.

"Alright."

He wiped the sweat off his forehead, ready to listen to Malan tell the following story.

Ma Lan moistened her throat and heard his voice before she could speak.

"Sorry, I really can't bear it."

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and carefully copied what Shen Congwen had written.

　Thank you for your likes, I will continue to work hard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)