After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

If Fang Tong said these words, He would not believe a word of it.

But Qian Fengping had a face as an honest person, and she had taken advantage of someone last time, so He hesitated.

Not only can her two sons go, but she can also get a meal.

Now, no one in the family can eat enough except the head of the family.

In addition, Fang Jin has been dissatisfied with everything about her recently and often finds reasons to make her skip a meal or two.

How could He not want to eat enough? Besides, Qian Fengping's family has milk, right?

"Well, sister-in-law, you know that the third brother has a strange temper. I'm afraid he doesn't like me as his sister-in-law." He raised the last point of concern.

With Fang Tong at home, you can't even leave without getting a free meal, let alone being skinned.

"Oh, sister-in-law, I won't hide it from you. Fang Tong has been going out early and coming back late recently. He can't be back at noon." Qian Fengping sighed, looking like she had a lot of grievances to say.

Now, He was relieved.

No wonder she was asked to go to dinner. She was the one who made the decision. After all, she was Fang Tong's sister-in-law.

"Okay! After all, a good sister-in-law is more reliable than a real sister."

He smiled happily and thought, anyone who doesn't take advantage of an opportunity is a fool.

Without much hesitation, he poured the chestnuts into the sack.

I was thinking that when we part ways, she would let me out more and no one would say anything.

In this way, Qian Fengping went down the mountain carrying the bulging sack.

I wish I could go home and rest early today.

As for inviting her to dinner? She was just being polite, so why did her sister-in-law take it seriously?

Return the chestnuts? Who took your things? Did anyone see? Sister-in-law, you can't always bully me just because I'm good-tempered. I didn't even bother with you about that last time you stole my yams!

Thinking about this, Qian Fengping felt inexplicably better.

The frustration of being gossiped about behind her back disappeared. This was the first time that the kind-hearted Qian Fengping had done such a thing. She felt that she was led astray by Fang Tong.

This may be what it means for a husband to sing and his wife to follow.

Qian Fengping's face turned slightly red. What was she thinking about?

county.

Fang Tong was standing outside the back door of a large courtyard, cheerfully greeting the people inside: "Big sister, you have good taste. If you sell this cake to the masters and ladies, it will definitely be good."

The woman inside the door, who was already in her forties and had many wrinkles on her face, was really happy to hear him calling her "big sister". "Okay, big brother, I'll buy this to try first. If the host likes it, you have to give me this snack as a gift."

Fang Tong is not even thirty yet, and he calls people "big sister" just for being sweet.

He didn't expect that the woman would actually answer and even call him "big brother". He was shocked in his heart, but his expression didn't change at all.

"No problem, big sister!"

The cook was happy and turned away.

The back door was also closed, and Fang Tong finally breathed a sigh of relief and touched his chin. It seemed that he was really cut out for business.

Not only did he sell more cakes, but he also negotiated another good deal today.

Fang Tong felt happy. He looked up at the sun and thought that since everything was done, he could go home and still make it in time for lunch.

He left, but the storm about the cake started in the county.

Juxiang Tower.

A young man dressed in silk came in with a folding fan in his hand.

The young man has a handsome face and extraordinary temperament, and he looks like he is from a noble family.

"Oh, Mr. Lin, you are here so early? I will ask the kitchen to light the fire right away. Would you like to go to the private room on the second floor?" The shopkeeper came out in person, bending his body slightly to show his respect.

The Lin family is one of the richest families in the county. Not only do they have a lot of land and shops, they are also said to be relatives of the prefect.

Even the county magistrate usually gives him some face.

This is a distinguished guest of Juxianglou.

"Shua!" Master Lin fanned himself and casually tapped the table. "No hurry, I heard you have a new kind of snack here? It's soft and fluffy?"

His classmates said they had eaten it before.

The shopkeeper was delighted. He had just started selling cakes yesterday, and he had become famous already?

"Indeed, there is some new stock that was delivered this morning." The shopkeeper smiled ingratiatingly and waved his hand.

The clever waiter brought up a plate of cake cut into small square pieces with skewers stuck on them.

Master Lin picked up a piece and tasted it. It was indeed soft and sweet, different from other snacks.

"It tastes good. How many do you have here? Are they all this small?"

"Sir, the cakes we buy are all whole pieces. Isn't this convenient for you to eat?" The shopkeeper explained with a smile.

"A whole piece? Give me ten whole pieces, please. My grandmother has bad teeth and can't chew hard things, but she likes sweet things. This cake is just right."

Master Lin pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Lin's filial piety is commendable." The shopkeeper hurriedly complimented.

Have someone pack up quickly, this is a big customer.

Near noon, County Magistrate Gao returned from the yamen early.

I have been very busy lately arranging work for the disaster victims. Today I have some free time and can go home early.

The weather was hot, so I simply changed my clothes and went to sit in the garden.

The servants laid out tea and snacks in an orderly manner. County Magistrate Gao took a sip of tea and felt the gentle breeze, then he felt comfortable.

He picked up a piece of dessert and it almost melted in his mouth. A faint milky aroma came to him. County Magistrate Gao raised his eyebrows, as the taste was novel.

"Yeah, give me a hug!" The chubby four-year-old child came running with his short legs and opened his arms for a hug.

This was his only grandson. County Captain Gao smiled subconsciously and reached out to catch the child.

"Rui'er, why are you here?"

"Rui'er misses Yeye, hug me."

The fat kid threw himself into his arms, giggling, and restlessly stretched out his chubby little hands to grab his grandfather's beard.

County Magistrate Gao, who was enjoying the happiness of family, suddenly felt pain.

"Ouch." He cried out and carefully pried open his grandson's chubby little hand.

"Rui'er, loosen your beard, grandpa will give you some snacks." County Magistrate Gao coaxed.

Although Gao Rui is a chubby and fair boy, he is very picky about food.

On weekdays, I have to coax and trick people into eating.

As soon as the chubby little hand touched the snack, Gao Rui frowned. It looked yellow and ugly.

But it was given to him by his grandfather, and the fat kid barely managed to stuff it into his mouth.

Here, the grandparents and grandchildren were living happily together. When the sun got a little brighter, servants came to invite them to have dinner.

When County Magistrate Gao was about to leave with his grandson in his arms, he realized that today's snacks had been eaten up without him noticing.

He touched his grandson's bulging belly and asked, "Is it full?"

"Burp!" Gao Rui opened his mouth and burped, then shook his head: "I'm not full anymore, I want more, better ones."

It would be strange if it didn't feel full.

County Magistrate Gao ordered, "Have someone prepare hawthorn water for the young master."

"By the way, who made these newly developed snacks in the kitchen? Take my reward!"

It's rare that my grandson has something he likes to eat, which shows how much care the kitchen put into it.

The servant didn't know either, so he ran over to ask.

After a while, the servants and the cook went directly to the dining room. At this moment, all the masters in the mansion were there.

After bowing at the door, the cook replied, "Master, I dare not take credit for this. This cake was not made in the kitchen. I bought it."

"Bought it?" County Lieutenant Gao raised an eyebrow. "Is this pastry called a cake?"