After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 36 He only cares about his sister-in-law
Rong Jiarong intentionally showed off his ability, waved a lupine, and took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner.

He said: "From the point of view of Feng Shui, the mirror is a reflective object. Facing the door directly will prevent the qi of wealth from entering the door. If the qi is not smooth, life will be difficult, and if it is serious, it will endanger the health of your family. One can imagine the purpose of a mirror."

"what?!"

Zuo Hualing was shocked and angry.

For a good restaurant business, the Zhang family doesn't study how to make the dishes more delicious, but spends their minds on this kind of place, tossing so many ghosts and snakes!
She rolled up her sleeves: "I'll go to them for an explanation!"

"It's useless," Wei Zi stopped. "If you can do such a thing, you can imagine what kind of rascals they are. If you argue with them, not only will they not admit it, but they will turn it around and laugh at you for being pedantic and superstitious."

"Are they allowed to do things like this?!" Zuo Hualing was not convinced.

Rong Jiarong smiled and said: "Fight poison with poison, you also go to buy a gossip mirror and hang it on the door. It is bigger and rounder than their mirrors, and it will kill them!"

Zuo Hualing clapped her hands: "That's a good idea!"

She quickly took off her apron and went out to buy a mirror.

Wei Zi sat still, quietly staring at the construction drawings.

Xiao Fengxian looked at her.

The light and shadow of the spring day shone on her body through the carved window. There were countless curls and long eyelashes. Her skin was white and transparent against the bamboo-green underskirt. A quiet and fragile porcelain doll.

He stroked the teacup, thinking of the frailty and tenderness when he rubbed her into his arms last night at the mountain temple.

He really wanted to get close to her, and really wanted to smell if she still had the sweet and clear scent of wild flowers from last night.

He suppressed his secret desire and asked, "What is sister-in-law thinking?"

Wei Zi closed the drawing, raised his head and smiled softly at him, his milky chestnut-colored peach eyes were as sweet as melted honey: "I was thinking, hanging mirrors and so on, after all, will solve the symptoms but not the root cause, and we still have to think of a powerful way to make it so The Zhang family will stop tossing about these gods and ghosts completely."

"Sister-in-law laughs like this, she must have an idea."

Wei Zi just smiled and said nothing.

Zuo Hualing came back from the market soon.

She moved a ladder and hung the gossip mirror she bought on the eaves of the door, facing Zhang's restaurant brightly.

But for a while, Mrs. Zhang brought a few maidservants and stood at the door with their waists pierced and scolded: "Damn girl, why did you tell you to face the mirror at my door?! Your father is a wimpy radish without a son!" , you are a bastard with no handle, you are wicked, you curse us here?! Shameless little whore!"

"You bastard!" Zuo Hualing stood at the door holding a kitchen knife and scolded her, "You have hemorrhoids in your mouth?! Auntie hung a demon mirror on the door, just to see what kind of toad you are!"

"Fart your grandma's shit, your mother is the toad!"

"Hey, my mother doesn't have a big mouth like yours, she keeps spraying feces like a latrine!"

Wei Zi was stunned.

She said to Xiao Fengxian: "I thought that Mrs. Liu in our house was already good at cursing, but I didn't expect that there are others who are more aggressive and scolding than her. Old Mr. Zuo doesn't like to fight with others. It's really not easy to guard this restaurant these years. Although those words are vulgar, but when you think about it carefully, she is really pitiful."

Xiao Fengxian slowly peeled the almonds and ate them.

Zuo Hualing doesn't care about his pity, he only cares about his sister-in-law.

Zuo Hualing and Mrs. Zhang bickered in the street, and the servants and maidservants on both sides also joined the fight.

Not long after, the opposite side was very competitive, and lifted a bigger mirror and placed it at the door. The sun shone brightly and reflected towards the restaurant on Wei Zi's side.

Not to be outdone, Zuo Hualing immediately ordered someone to buy ten gossip mirrors, lined them up under the eaves, and neatly illuminated Zhang's restaurant, making Mrs. Zhang so angry that she almost vomited blood.

Wei Zi didn't let Zuo Hualing continue to make trouble, and called her in.

Unconvinced, Zuo Hualing sat down next to Wei Zi, drank a large pot of tea, and wiped the corners of her mouth boldly: "What is the boss afraid of? That kind of scoundrel should be taught a lesson. What happened? Anyway, I will take care of it!"

"How long will this fight last? In the end, it's just a fight that hurts both sides." Wei Zi leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Do as I tell you..."

Xiao Fengxian threw an almond into the air, and it fell into his mouth accurately.

He squinted to see the little widow leaning out half of her body from the seat, her skirt outlined her soft waistline, and her small hand holding a handkerchief covered Zuo Hualing's ear, her eyes were clear and charming, she whispered like a spring day A boudoir close friend who jokes and jokes during outings.

Her voice was soft, waxy and low, but he knew that every word must be a knife.

She wanted to get rid of the competitor Zhangjia Restaurant.

Zuo Hualing's eyes gradually brightened: "Really?!"

Wei Zi frowned: "Really!"

Zuo Hualing stood up and said adoringly: "Anyway, I'm still a great scholar. I can't even think of such a way! Don't worry, boss, I will definitely handle things beautifully!"

She is busy.

After Wei Zi returned home, he was not idle.

Because Mrs. Xing, Mrs. Liu and others were all arrested and put into prison, the mansion was suddenly empty, and it was rare for Xiao Gui to be left alone, so he was away from the mansion for three days and only went to West Street to gamble with his silver.

Wei Zi hired a pastry chef and quietly brought him into Xiao's residence.

The two stayed in the kitchen all day, discussing how to make lifelike pastries.

While making glutinous rice noodles, the old master said: "The so-called noodle flowers and dough figurines use flour, glutinous rice flour, glycerin, etc. as raw materials to make mature dough, and then knead them into various shapes by hand or other tools. Cakes and cut-flower steamed buns belong to dough flowers and dough figurines.”

Wei Zi concentrated on making peony juice.

She dyed red dough with flower juice, and tried to cut out the shape of peony flowers: "Chongyang cake and cut flower steamed buns are ingenious, but the times have changed. Young people dislike the old-fashioned and sweet cakes of the past, and prefer novel flower cakes." Pastry. Master, I want to make more lifelike pastries, such as kneading peony flowers with flour sugar, which looks like a fake peony, and when eaten, it still retains the sweetness of the peony flower."

The idea is simple, but the operation is very difficult.

The existing technology is not enough to support Wei Zi to pinch delicate silky petals and stamens.

At three o'clock at night, the master couldn't bear it anymore and went to sleep.

Xiao Fengxian came to the kitchen.

The light of the candles came out from behind the window, and the little widow steamed a pot of noodles again, as if she would not sleep until she could pinch peonies.

The kitchen is filled with the smell of glutinous rice and peonies.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, there are piles of waste peony pastries piled up into mountains, and at a glance, the flowers are red and willow green.

(End of this chapter)