The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

The shopkeeper's stunned gaze made Huang Fulian a little displeased, but he didn't show it.

"For the pastries, I'll trouble the shopkeeper." Huang Fulian raised her voice.

"Ah!" The shopkeeper suddenly came back to his senses, consciously being rude, quickly looked away, and made a gesture of invitation, "It will take some time to make the pastry, if you don't mind, Mr. Wang, please come to the old man's house for a while. Yes, a cup of tea?"

As the shopkeeper said, he took a few steps and opened the door on the right side of the shop.

"Trouble old man." Huang Fulian nodded, without refusing, walked in with Jiang Nanyan in her arms. [

As the shopkeeper said, it takes time to make pastries, and there is no place outside the shop for diners to rest. Huang Fulian was worried that Jiang Nanyan's legs would be sore after standing for a long time, so she accepted the shopkeeper's invitation.

Jiang Nanyan hadn't realized why the shopkeeper, who was about to close the door, suddenly said that he wanted to make pastries for them, and he was already sitting in the living room with a stove in the backyard.

The house of the shopkeeper is not big, and there are many people in the family, so the place for making pastries is on the right side of the living room.

After the shopkeeper brewed a pot of tea and came over, he explained the situation with some embarrassment, and then started making pastries in front of Huangfulian and Jiangnanyan.

No one spoke, and the living room was quiet, except for the occasional voice from the shopkeeper and the face, there was no other sound.