You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 391 Coincidence
Wen Qing'er took the tray from Lin's hand, first handed over Mrs. Tang in her own hand, covered Lin's cold hands, and then savored the taste of the dumpling.

As soon as the thin glutinous rice dumpling is bitten open, the thick red bean paste flows out, and the sweet red bean flavor immediately permeates the entire mouth. Combined with the stickiness of the glutinous rice skin, it seems like a mouthful of clouds.

Wen Qing'er chewed it a few times before swallowing it into her stomach, the fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth, it was really unforgettable: "Could it be that the God of Cookery in the sky came to give mother a dream, this taste should only be in the sky!"

Wen Yizhen and Wen Yishuo were also full of praise, before they even had time to say anything, they stretched out their hands to twirl on the plate.

Wen Yizhen paused as soon as he took the second one, and asked vaguely: "Why is this dumpling different? How many kinds did my mother make? It used to taste like jujube paste, but now it tastes like pear again."

"There are still some tastes, you can taste them one by one slowly."

Mrs. Lin smiled, and untied her arms and apron: "A while ago, the people in Zhuangzi managed to build a greenhouse, in which they planted a lot of fruits that are only available in summer and autumn. Nothing has ever been stronger in winter."

Wen Qing'er nodded while eating, and asked casually: "Which manager came up with the idea? Mother should reward her well."

"It was thought up by Guanshi Feng's son." Lin said with a smile: "I asked someone to inquire again, and it seemed that it was a man named Feng'an. I also heard that he was going to get married after turning over the year, so I called more. Give him some silver."

When Wen Qing'er heard that it was Feng'an, she secretly marveled at the coincidence: "Mother's money is allocated well, and by the way, she also allocated Xichun by my side!"

Wen Yishuo asked in puzzlement: "What does the third sister say? The mother just rewarded a son who is in charge. Why did she have something to do with my sister's maid?"

Everyone was also puzzled, waiting for Wen Qing'er to clarify.

Wen Qing'er smiled and said: "That Feng'an is Xichun's childhood sweetheart. His family is not well-off, and he has many sisters. He didn't get enough dowry for Xichun until a few days ago, so he ran to me yesterday to beg for it. Cherish spring!"

"Hearing what my mother said, isn't it just taking the silver rewarded by my mother to marry my maid?"

Lin couldn't help laughing: "It's really a coincidence, he got a daughter-in-law in one way, and he made a lot of money!"

"Then Xichun left the people around you, is it enough? Why don't you choose someone to serve you by your side in a few days?" Lin asked.

Wen Qing'er shook her head and refused, "There is no shortage of people around Qing'er, Fu Ling has taken care of her very well, let her continue to be the big maid in the future."

The four chatted and laughed a few more times, seeing that most of the large plate of glutinous rice dumplings had been filled, Lin hurriedly stopped the hands of the three who were still stretching into the plate, and told Shuiyue Haosheng to put it away.

"This glutinous rice skin is not easy to digest. If you eat it again, you won't be able to use it for lunch. There are still a lot of fresh fruits left in the small kitchen. If you want to eat it, mother will make it for you some other day."

The three of Wen Qing'er had no choice but to agree, licking their lips, savoring the sweetness in their mouths.

Wen Yizhen seemed to have thought of something, and asked the boy to bring Wen Qing'er's newly made robes, and showed off in front of Mrs. Lin: "Mother, take a look, this is made by your good daughter. Your son is no better than your mother." Poor job!"

Hearing this, Wen Yishuo also hurriedly handed it over: "Sister Qing'er also made it for me, just looking at it, I wasted a lot of thought."

Being praised by her brothers in front of her mother, Wen Qing'er felt a little hot, and hurriedly said modestly: "My brother can make Qing'er happy, how can Qing'er compare to mother's craftsmanship."

(End of this chapter)