A good wife and a good mother

Chapter 42
So when the little mistress Wu Lian walked through the audience with a copper bowl, the rewards of money kept clinking and clinking.

Fang Ling felt more at ease again, but when she saw a guest coming and going for the fifth time, she felt unhappy again.

Coincidentally, at this time, Mrs. Shi's carriage drove up to the gate of Fumantang, and there were two young men holding huge oilcloth umbrellas to shield the people who got on and off the carriage from the rain.

Fang Ling glanced over, and couldn't help frowning, why is it all here on this rainy day?
Shi Xiyan and her three husbands, two sons and one daughter, all seven members of the family came.

"Ah, cousin, first cousin, second cousin, third cousin, and three children, come in quickly, it's really rare that you're all here on this rainy day!" Fang Ling greeted him with a smile , while greeting Shi Xiyan's family, he turned his head and yelled fiercely at the inside, "Fatty Bai, I didn't see Mrs. Shi, have Mr. Shi's family come? Hurry up and help lead the carriage to the backyard!"

Fatty Bai was completely stunned by this group of gorgeously dressed people. Now that Fang Ling was mad at her, he hastily agreed to rush into the rain to pull the carriage.

Shi Xiyan is Mrs. Shi, the owner of Fumantang. She is 36 years old this year.Her three father-in-laws were originally the sons of Ruan Wuxiang, an old scholar in this town. They were influenced by their mother since they were young. The three husbands came here through hard work.Shi Xiyan's two sons are also gentle and well-behaved. As for the daughter Shi Lan, she is the founder of Biyu Pear Blossom Cake in Fumantang.

Another burst of applause came from the second floor, and Shi Xiyan looked at Fang Ling in surprise: "A new storyteller?" Asking Modai to perform a knife show on the second floor.

"No, it's Mo Daxi performing knife skills!"

"Really? It seems very popular."

"exactly!"

Fang Ling smiled and led the family to a certain box on the second floor. This is an extremely elegantly decorated box, which can separate the crowd and clearly hear the sound of storytelling. It is Shi Xiyan's exclusive box.

The Shi family sat comfortably in the box, Fang Ling opened the window, and through the crystal curtain hanging from the window, they saw that Modai was finishing the knife show, and then it was the storyteller's turn to come on stage.

The venue was quiet, but after waiting and waiting, the old storyteller did not come up. Shi Xiyan looked at Fang Ling in surprise again, Fang Ling's heart skipped a beat, and then he laughed and said that he would go to see the situation.

When the little mistress Xiao Xiao found the old storyteller who was coughing due to typhoid fever in the backyard, and told Fang Ling about the situation, Fang Ling wanted to faint for a moment. Dad, why did you choose the critical moment to make mistakes for her? ?But the old storyteller didn't mean to get sick on purpose, who doesn't have a headache when the old man is old?

Fang Ling could only come to Shi Xiyan with a shy face: "Cough, cousin, today, are you in the mood for storytelling?"

Shi Xiyan frowned: "Cousin, I am here to listen to books!"

"Ahaha, I know I know, it's just...you see..." Fang Ling saw that Shi Xiyan simply closed his eyes and ignored her, so he turned his pleading gaze to Ruan Gan, Shi Xiyan's great minister, "Big Biao younger brother……"

"Cousin, my wife's throat is not feeling well these days, so don't make things difficult for her!" Ruan Gan smiled helplessly.

Fang Lingdun felt that the ambitions he was full of were suffering from being unable to carry out his life. Nothing could be more bleak than this...

"Cousin, it's time to start the storytelling!" Shi Xiyan said lightly for a long time. This sentence almost made Fang Ling tear off her usual elegant and reserved appearance, and transformed into a shrew to scold Shi Xiyan for being incomplete. , However, these can only be thought in the heart, who is the real owner of this restaurant?
Fang Ling went downstairs in a frivolous step, thinking that there was no other way, he had better go and pick up that old storyteller, it was better than letting the guests wait in vain!

However, when she saw the old gentleman with her own eyes, no matter how heartless she was, she couldn't do anything to force him to tell a story, because the old gentleman's voice was so hoarse that he had to cough when he said a word. After a while, he coughed until his internal organs were pulled for her.

"Shopkeeper, let me try."

Mo Dai had just learned about the storyteller's illness from Xiao Xiao just now, and now seeing Fang Ling's impatient appearance, she couldn't help but speak out.This is the third time she has taken the initiative to fight for an opportunity. Although this time it is likely that she will steal the old storyteller's job, but when she thinks about the situation at home, she thinks about earning more money to improve it. She couldn't care less.

Outside the building, there is the sound of wind and rain, and inside the building, there are noisy sounds of human voices, but no amount of sound can cover up Modai's "Let me try", which is undoubtedly a sound of nature to Fang Ling voice.

Fang Ling turned around abruptly, clasping Mo Dai's shoulders firmly with two slender white claws, his face full of surprise: "Daxi, Mo Daxi, what did you just say? Repeat it for me again!"

Mo Dai looked at Fang Ling's big face with some trepidation, what's going on, could it be that she made a mistake this time?In fact, Fang Ling already had an internal choice?But even so, she repeated it pretending to be calm: "Let me try..."

"Pa", Fang Ling patted Mo Dai's shoulder heavily, that's the sentence, and then let go of his paw, full of energy and energy, and yelled at Wu Lian who was standing on the second floor leaning on the railing and stealing melon seeds : "Wu Lian, hurry up and bring me that new gown from the cashier's office, cheer me up, tell the guests on the second floor, and tell them to wait for a while, today's book is different from the past, it is absolutely wonderful!"

Wu Lian had never seen Fang Ling as a shrew like she is today... No, she acted resolutely before, and she was brought up with goosebumps in an instant, and hurried downstairs to the backyard.

After hearing Fang Ling's words, Mo Dai was a little dumbfounded for a moment: "Shopkeeper, have you prepared the storybook?" Otherwise, how could you be so confident?

"How is it possible?" Fang Ling laughed, and patted Mo Dai on the shoulder vigorously again, "You girl, are you still pretending to me? I understand that you are a treasure of our blessings, but you told me Say, what else do you know?" Fang blinked at Mo Dai disheveledly, and then slapped Mo Dai's chest wretchedly, "Little girl is not simple!"

Mo Dai rubbed her shoulders with a black face, and pressed her chest so hard, what if she flattened it? Although she doesn't think there is any magical effect on women's breasts in the world of female lords, it's better than nothing!
Fang Ling's pink and purple long gown was a little bulky on Mo Dai's body, but with a belt of the same color, it looked slimmer and more delicate, and it looked even better than Fang Ling's own, which made Fang Ling very impressed Sour.In order to match the temperament of the gown, Mo Dai tied up the hair that was tied up casually before with a pink and purple headband, and a touch of blue and black bangs slanted on the side of the cheek. Her skin is white and her lips are red, and her eyes are even more clear and black. The whole person looks Pingting is refined, graceful and beautiful.

(End of this chapter)