Sheng Xiao Han Yu

After the bride finished her wedding photos, she complained she was tired and didn't want to continue. Instead, she craved the cakes and sat there, unconcernedly eating them and drinking Mrs. Wu's strawberry juice. The others also sat down to relax, sipping drinks brought from the car.

It was almost lunchtime, and Mrs. Wu had to go back to cook. The bride took Hua Sheng to play in the car. Mrs. Wu noticed that Hua Sheng was a little shy, so she didn't dare leave her alone.

"Miss, go back and get some sleep and rest. It's just right that she's sick. The sun is too strong for her to bear right now." Mrs. Wu came to the rescue and told the truth.

"Okay! Come over again in the afternoon and I'll take you to play in the car." The bride didn't know how to call her again, so she just asked her to go to her car to play in the afternoon when the weather was cooler.

On the way back, Hua Sheng asked Mrs. Wu if she had collected too much money.

"Mrs. Wu, should we return some of the things?" Hua Sheng is an honest child. He always feels uneasy when taking other people's things.

"You silly girl, if you hadn't given it to them, I wouldn't have sold it to them at all. You don't know how expensive and hard to buy that pastry is. I'm not taking advantage of them by asking them for ten thousand." Mrs. Wu said. Mrs. Wu knew how considerate the young master was to her. It took manpower and material resources to bring back these fresh pastries every day. I'm afraid this girl has no idea at all.

"Mrs. Wu, I thought you made it. Did you buy it?" Hua Sheng always thought that it was made by Mrs. Wu, and he was thinking of selling it to Mrs. Wu to earn some pocket money.

"The young master flew it back from Switzerland to you this morning. You can eat it when you wake up in the morning." Mrs. Wu touched Hua Sheng's head. The young master's intentions were profound. This silly girl had good fortune.

"Ah, I bought it from abroad. I saw this on TV and thought it was fake." Hua Sheng had never dared to imagine that something had happened to her. It felt unreal, like she was in a dream.

"You are so lucky that the fairy tale story happened to you." Mrs. Wu also sighed. The young master had never brought the opposite sex here in all these years.

Hua Sheng didn't know how she got into the house, and only realized what was happening when she lay on the bed. It seemed that Mrs. Wu told her to go to the room to rest and call her when the meal was ready.

No, she had to try the cakes that the uncle bought for her. She couldn't let such good things go to waste.

"Mrs. Wu, please make less for lunch." Hua Sheng shouted to Mrs. Wu, then ran to open the refrigerator door, took out a few boxes of pastries and ate them on the sofa.

"Are you not feeling well? What's wrong? Let me take a look..." When Mrs. Wu heard this, she hurried over to see Hua Sheng. It turned out that Hua Sheng was sitting on the sofa eating the pastries.

"Mrs. Wu, you come and eat too. It would be a waste of money if we can't finish so much." Hua Sheng was eating. This was really delicious.

"Okay, I'll bring in the stewed soup and make a vegetable salad to go with it." Mrs. Wu said and went out.

After a while, Mrs. Wu came in with a casserole and placed it on the table. She then went out and brought in a plate of salad and some bowls and chopsticks. The bowls, chopsticks, plates, and casserole were all exquisite European porcelain.

"Mrs. Wu, you are such a good cook. Even the dishes and chopsticks look great." Ever since Hua Sheng came to the uncle's place, he always used the words "good-looking" and "pretty". He felt that his knowledge reserves were too limited to express.

"Well, you've figured it out. I specially matched the pastries for you on a European-style plate. Come, let's use this plate to put the pastries on it. I'll give you a fork." Mrs. Wu handed the plate of pastries to Hua Sheng, and then gave him a fork.

Mrs. Wu also took a bottle of wine and poured it into two high-heeled glasses, put pastries on the plate, and ate the pastries and tasted the red wine with a fork in a very ritualistic manner.

After dinner, Mrs. Wu forced Hua Sheng to go to her room to rest, and she also went back to her room to rest before working.