There is peace and joy inside the house, but trembling and towering outside.
When Tan Yue put the lychee-flavored pastries on the table, Jiang Sheng remembered that there was a forgotten brother outside.
She sat up like a carp, shyly informed Mrs. Jiang, and then ran shyly outside the Jiang family gate to meet her second brother, who was wide-eyed with anger, and a puddle of lychees in the ice water.
"You know what, the ice cubes have turned into ice water, and after a while there is no cooling, and the lychees will go rancid." Zheng Ruqian cursed in a suppressed voice.
Turning around, he quickly straightened his clothes, put on a smile, and directed Wang Xiaosong, whose legs were also trembling, to follow.
The boss is in front and the associates are behind.
Passing by the door of Jiang's house, the two of them shouted in unison, "Send lychees to Mrs. Jiang!"
The rich and deep male voice startled the concierge and almost made Jiang Sheng lose his expression.
Fortunately, Lychee arrived at Derenyuan safely.
The outer skin is bright red and rough, while the inside is white, soft and juicy. The fresh sweetness invades your breath when you peel it off. The moment you put it into your mouth, it is the most satisfying time in a short period of time.
Mrs. Jiang peeled it while Jiang Sheng ate it, spitting out the brown core with her small mouth and rolling in the new white kernel.
Zheng Ruqian was still a little angry, and he was finishing his blows at the side, "You should eat less, you are already so fat."
But despite eating a big elbow yesterday, he also put a large piece of meat skin into Jiang Sheng's bowl.
Sure enough, a man's mouth is a liar.
Jiang Sheng spit out the last bite of the core and sent half a bowl of peeled lychee meat to Mrs. Jiang, "Grandma will eat it, but I won't give it to him."
Looking back, I didn't forget to make a face at Zheng Ruqian.
Mrs. Jiang watched the two children laughing and playing. She picked up half a piece of white and tender fruit pulp and stuffed it into her mouth. She felt it was sweeter than anything she had eaten in the first half of her life.
Tan Yue was sorting them as usual, those for the West Courtyard and those for Liao.
Mrs. Jiang lowered her eyelids and said, "I will only send five pounds to the West Courtyard."
This is to skip Liao.
Tan Yue was surprised and happy at the same time, and she still had to say something conceited and condescending, "This is not appropriate. Madam, let's not talk about it for now, I have to let the eldest son have a taste."
"He has been living with the second boy these days, so he knows how to eat in the west courtyard." Mrs. Jiang was indifferent, "Send it to her, she doesn't dare to make trouble."
The Jiang family just doesn't support the Liao family now, but they haven't suppressed it either.
If the Liao family really makes trouble, the Liao family cannot afford the consequences.
Jiuzhenfang, on the other hand, may be about to usher in the Liao family's real business war tactics.
Mrs. Jiang cast her eyes on Zheng Ruqian. The young man who was grabbing lychees from his sister took back his hand and seamlessly switched to a shrewd businessman. "Don't worry, Mrs. Jiuzhenfang. Jiuzhenfang has been ready for a long time."
She nodded slightly, satisfied and relieved.
It's a pity that even the best times must come to an end. When the sun goes down, the Jiang Sheng brothers and sisters have to get up and say goodbye.
"Grandma, I will come to see you again." Jiang Sheng said crisply, "Bring your favorite pastries."
"Okay." Mrs. Jiang smiled slightly and sent them away.
As the sun set, the boy took the girl and returned to their own little home.
No matter how good the Jiang family is, it is not a family after all.
Tan Yue was a little reluctant and sobbed softly beside her, "Old madam, don't you want to keep the girl? She can obviously live in the Jiang family."
Mrs. Jiang smiled and said nothing.
Personally speaking, the Jiang family hopes that Jiang Sheng will come back. They hope that Jiang Sheng can become the noble and elegant daughter of the Jiang family and continue the family's century-old style.
But humans are not plants and trees, and they cannot grow into whatever they expect.
True love is based on respect, letting the other person choose what she wants, and a happy life.
"What's more, as a human being, you can't be greedy..."
"Greedy will bring bad luck." Jiang Sheng looked determined.
Zheng Ruqian was dumbfounded beside him, but he couldn't refute.
Because they were standing at the entrance of Jiuzhenfang, looking at the pastry shop opposite that also sold sugar-fried chestnuts.
As we all know, the most delicious sugar-roasted chestnuts in Fengjing are in Jiuzhenfang, and business is in full swing, with countless people queuing up every day.
When the chestnuts in Hebei County are no longer a secret, people who want to share the pie appear.
It's the pastry shop opposite Jiuzhenfang. They first imitated the glutinous rice and jujube cakes, and now they are selling sugar-fried chestnuts, even lowering the price by five cents.
At first, he did steal most of the business. Miao Zhaoying hurriedly found Jiang Sheng and asked her to give her some advice.
What's the trick?
No one stipulates that only Jiuzhenfang can sell roasted chestnuts with sugar.
A price war will damage the few profits.
Jiang Sheng chose to stay the same in the face of ever-changing conditions and asked Miao Zhaoying to continue frying chestnuts. He only relaxed the two-pound limit and was still busy every day.
In the blink of an eye, from April to June, the weather is hot and humid, and even the storage-resistant raw chestnuts cannot be stored, and they will get worms in half a month at most.
The Gao brothers had already prepared wooden boxes, stuffed with cotton wool and ice cubes, and there was room in Henan County to add ice to ensure that the two carts of chestnuts arrived fresh and intact.
Jiuzhenfang's sugar-fried chestnuts are still in full swing, but after several quarrels over chestnut worms across the street, there are no more customers now.
The few people queuing up are just Fengjing people who are taking chances and seeking advantage.
"The boss is here, we just sold out the chestnuts today." Miao Zhaoying greeted them with a loud voice.
The person on the other side seemed to hear it, raised his head, and glared fiercely.
It's jealousy and powerlessness.
Jiang Sheng was undaunted and walked into Jiuzhenfang swaggeringly. He looked at the scattered pastries on the plate and nodded with satisfaction, "Where is Aunt Zhang? Where has Aunt Zhang gone?"
"Xianlian sent pastries to Youranju." Miao Zhaoying hid her smile, "Master Kong came to pick them up in person. The two of them... oh, I'm so envious."
She seemed to have said it, but she seemed not to have said it.
Jiang Sheng was confused, his big eyes full of confusion.
However, Zheng Ruqian coughed twice and changed the subject, "There aren't many pastries left today, so Auntie will take them and share them with everyone."
Clearing out the pastries means closing the shop.
Miao Zhaoying couldn't help but tidy up, even wiping the bluestone floor, before leaving with Daya.
Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian locked the door and drove to the second entrance courtyard in their cars.
As soon as he turned the corner, Jiang San saw someone standing at the door with sharp eyes. He slowed down and reported to his masters.
"It seems to be Aunt Zhang and Master." Jiang Si muttered.
It’s true that you can’t talk about people during the day and you can’t talk about ghosts at night.
Just as Zheng Ruqian was frowning, Jiang Sheng stuck his head out and stretched his neck to get a look.
The master still had a shy and round belly, and his face soaked by fireworks lost a little oil, making him inexplicably more handsome.
Zhang Xianglian remained the same as before, except that there was a bit of embarrassment on her cheeks, as if the master had said something.
"Sister Xianglian, don't be angry. I didn't mean to do it. I just..." The master began to stutter at the critical moment, "I just... I just think it's fine. You're fine."
"I know, you have said it many times." Zhang Xianglian said softly, "Do you have anything else to say? If not, I will go back and cook for the children."
She turned to leave, but the master hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull her away, but retracted it as if he was electrocuted.
"Sister Xiang Lian." His voice was filled with tears, "You really don't know what I mean? It's been so long, so long."
