The besties traveled through the book together, and the prince and general became abandoned husbands

Madam Liu was still worried and was about to say something when Jiang Wumei spoke at the right moment:

“Thank you, Madam Liu, but let’s forget about moving here.

With my husband by my side, I will be fine."

"Of course it's okay. I'm sure you'll have a safe and healthy baby boy."

After saying some auspicious words, seeing that Jiang Wumei insisted, Mrs. Liu didn't say anything more.

After chatting with Jiang Wumei for a while, he said goodbye and left, saying that he would come back to talk to her tomorrow.

Before Mrs. Liu left, Jiang Wumei asked Qingzhi to pack some loquat paste and soothing pills made by Xu Junjun herself and give them to her.

The two houses had been neighbors for so long that Mrs. Liu certainly knew that the medicine produced by the Xu house was of extraordinary quality. She hurriedly took it with a smile and left in a hurry.

When Xu Junjun returned home, Qingzhi was ordering the gifts sent by Madam Liu with her maid.

Looking at the huge table, Xu Junjun asked while changing clothes:

"Why did Madam Liu send so many things over again?"

Qingzhi responded:

"These were bought by Madam Liu's son and daughter as a gift to her. She couldn't use them all by herself at home, so she said she would give some to our family."

Xu Junjun glanced at Jiang Wumei who was reading a book and was shocked:

"Mrs. Liu is so generous. She's almost like a real mother to us."

"Who says it isn't?"

Putting down the book, Jiang Wumei was distressed:

“We have nothing in Cloud City, and we have nothing to give back.

I always feel guilty for receiving so many favors for nothing."

After driving out the maids except Qingzhi, Xu Junjun let down her hair and tied it casually on her shoulders. She immediately transformed from a handsome and elegant doctor into a charming and lively woman.

After washing his hands with liquor, Xu Junjun approached Jiang Wumei and said with a smile:

"Who says we have nothing? Am I not something I have?

With me, the famous Yuncheng doctor, here, I guarantee that Madam Liu will be rejuvenated and not even a single gray hair will remain on her head."

Xu Junjun was so excited about boasting that she winked at Jiang Wumei, causing her to laugh and shake her head.

"In my opinion, you shouldn't be called Xu Junjun."

Xu Junjun was puzzled:

"If not Xu Junjun, what should I call myself?"

Jiang Wumei curled her lips and teased:

"She should be called Wang Po."

Wang Po sells melons and brags about them.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Xu Junjun laughed so hard that she held her stomach, expressing her deep agreement.

"You're right. From now on, my nickname will be Wang Po!"

The two best friends were laughing so hard that they were bent over. Qingzhi had a smile on her face. She glanced at Shichen, closed the door, and went out to serve the meal.

Dinner was served quickly. Xu Junjun was washing her face behind the screen, so no one could see that she was dressed as a woman.

The maids placed the sumptuous meal on the table and gradually left the room at Qingzhi's wave.

After the maid left, there were only three people left in the room.

Qingzhi helped Jiang Wumei sit at the table and placed chopsticks and served soup for her.

After cleaning up, Xu Junjun strode over and saw the dishes on the table, all of which were her favorites. Her eyes lit up and she picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of golden and crispy lotus root with meat and put it into her mouth.

Xu Junjun looked very attractive while eating. Looking at the table full of dishes, Jiang Wumei also felt hungry.

After picking up a piece of shredded emerald chicken with chopsticks and tasting it, Jiang Wumei asked Qingzhi to pour two cups of osmanthus wine and put them on the table.

Seeing that there was still wine, Xu Junjun was even happier. She picked up the wine glass and took a small sip. Her tongue felt hot, and then the soft and sweet aftertaste reached the root of her tongue, making her eyes light up instantly.

"This wine is good, very delicious. What's its name?"

Jiang Wumei took a sip, savoring the mellow taste of the osmanthus wine, and replied:

"This wine is called Osmanthus Wine, and it's a famous specialty of Yuncheng.

I was feeling hungry today, so I asked Qingzhi to get some.

If you like to drink, I'll keep some at home. Whenever you feel like it, I'll let you have a few sips."

When she said this, Jiang Wumei even laughed. Her last words sounded like she was describing a drunkard.

Xu Junjun also noticed the ambiguity in Jiang Wumei's next sentence, laughed twice, and waved his hand:

"Forget it, forget it, the little one is going to be born soon, and I don't want to be a drunken godmother.

Ha ha ha ha……"

Jiang Wumei pursed her lips, took another sip of osmanthus wine, and then picked up her chopsticks to start eating.

Qingzhi served the two of them while they ate. For this reason, Jiang Wumei had asked Xu Junjun many times to let her sit down and eat with them.

But Qingzhi insisted on the distinction between high and low, and refused to sit with the two of them no matter what. Unable to persuade her, Jiang Wumei and her best friend gave up their insistence.

However, even though they dine at different tables, the friendship between the three of them is more than that between an ordinary master and servant.

Halfway through dinner, a maid's voice suddenly came from outside the room:

"Master, Madam, the new housekeeper next door has arrived with gifts."

Xu Junjun opened her eyes wide while biting a piece of pork ribs:

"next door?

Newly moved here?

When did this happen? "

Jiang Wumei put down her chopsticks, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and explained:

“Qingzhi ran into what happened today when he went out.

I don’t know what’s the matter with coming here at this time.”

After rinsing her mouth with tea, Jiang Wumei saw the food piled up like a small mountain in Xu Junjun's bowl. She was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Now that you have changed your clothes, you don't have to go see anyone.

I've almost finished eating, so it's a good time to walk around and digest it. I'll go see what's going on."

Xu Junjun didn't say anything. She was starving and was currently struggling with a squirrel fish dish on the table.

Nodding towards Jiang Wumei, Xu Junjun picked up some fish with his chopsticks, biting the pork rib stick in his mouth and said incoherently:

"Go, go, let the green branches hold you up, and be careful where you step."

After saying that, Xu Junjun buried his head in struggling with the rice again.

At this moment, it is not dark yet.

Qingzhi helped Jiang Wumei out of the house, passed the garden, walked around the corridor, and slowly came to the front hall to meet the guests.

The old steward had been waiting in the front hall. When he saw Jiang Wumei come out, he hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"The old slave has met Madam."

Jiang Wumei smiled and nodded at the old steward, and with Qingzhi's help, she sat at the head of the table.

"We'll all be neighbors from now on, so there's no need for the housekeeper to be so polite."

The old steward laughed and placed the hundred-year-old ginseng he brought in front of Jiang Wumei:

"My young master and his wife have just arrived, and they have instructed me to establish good relations with the neighboring families.

This is a small gift that the master ordered me to prepare. I hope Madam will not despise it."

Jiang Wumei glanced at the beautiful ginseng in his hand and refused with a smile:

"We appreciate your kindness, but this item is too valuable. Please take it back."

The old steward looked embarrassed:

“This is the order from the young master and his wife. If you don’t want it, it will be difficult for this old servant to do it.

You should accept it."

Jiang Wumei's lips are raised, and the red mole at the end of her eye makes her look even more beautiful:

"No reward without merit, your gift is so precious that we feel unworthy of it.

Please take it back and tell the family that since we are neighbors, we will live in harmony and help each other in the future, so that they don't have to worry."

The old steward returned to the mansion. In the newly renovated mansion, under the bright candlelight, a man stood with his hands behind his back, and the slender shadow under his feet swayed.

Hearing the footsteps, the man did not turn around, his voice was indifferent:

"How is it, have you received it?"