In the attic of the waterside pavilion, Hua Yixian was lying on a rocking chair, flipping through a bunch of inexplicable news in his hands, about whose family was getting married, whose family had died, and whose family hadn't eaten meat for a long time.
What are these! Are all the Lan family intelligence agencies so boring? Hua Yixian turned over the paper in his hand.
With head held high and eyes hanging, Hua Yixian looked at Lan Jixuan who was writing and drawing in front of the desk.
At Hua Yixian's strong request, Lan Jixuan had to move his office to the Shuixie loft where Shui Miaomiao and the others lived temporarily.
Fortunately, the first floor of the Waterside Pavilion is an observation deck. Hanging up a windproof gauze tent, you can work and enjoy the scenery at the same time.
Lan Jixuan told Shui Miaomiao and the others what he found strange.
And this daily tedious news is just one of the sources of information from the Lan family, and it is not an important secret.
Before handing it over to Lan Jixuan, the people below would check it. If it was handed over to Lan Jixuan, he would just ask him to take pictures of the case and order the useless information to be destroyed.
Who would have known that Lan Jixuan was a serious person, and he would read through the news that others had passed, which really made him find out the weirdness.
After expressing my thoughts, I invited everyone to watch it together and work together. Outsiders may have different opinions.
Hua Yixian's excitement at the beginning turned to boredom, and now she is irritable, "Maybe it's just your imagination and premonitions that come and go. It's not like you're a girl who is just grinding away, ah!"
Hua Yixian sat up and held his head.
Shui Miaomiao threw out the bamboo slips in her hand and glanced at Leng Ningchi. Leng Ningchi followed her example and threw the book at Hua Yixian.
"What to do!" Hua Yixian looked at Shui Miaomiao.
On the Maitreya couch, Shui Miaomiao and Leng Ningchi sat on each side. There were snacks and warm lamps on the low table. Shui Miaomiao still added a brocade quilt to cover her legs.
Now Shui Miaomiao opened the brocade quilt and sat up straight, "What's wrong with the girl? The girl has the sixth sense!"
"So, Lan Jixuan is not a girl. His premonition is not accurate! Did I say something wrong?"
"Me." Shui Miaomiao was momentarily stuck and looked at Leng Ningchi aside.
Leng Ning smiled foolishly, leaned forward, and covered Shui Miaomiao with the brocade quilt again, "If you open it suddenly, you will catch a cold."
"It's hot enough." Shui Miaomiao said but did not refuse Leng Ningchi.
Although it is as warm as spring on the waterside pavilion, if you stay next to Leng Ningchi for a long time, you still need to add an extra layer of warmth.
"Hey! You two are ignoring me again, and you haven't even told me why you hit me!"
"Slippery hands."
After Shui Miaomiao replied, Leng Ningchi also followed him seriously, "Slippery hands."
"You guys!" Hua Yi jumped up from the rocking chair angrily.
Lan Jixuan chuckled. He really couldn't organize it any more. He put down his pen and took a closer look at his records before starting to draw notes.
With Hua Yixian and the others around, the air around them is relaxed, so how can they think about those dark and conspiratorial things.
"How about we call Shou Tianyuan's cake?"
Hua Yixian was instantly diverted by Lan Jixuan's words, "How much do you shout?"
"How much do you want to eat?"
“Everything about Shou Tianyuan’s pastries is delicious, I want them all.”
"Brother Hua, have you finished eating?"
"I just want to take a bite of each kind." Hua Yixian said confidently, "I can give the rest to the little milk dog, it has a big appetite."
The little puppy who was innocently called out raised his head. Was he being treated as a trash can?
"What is Shou Tianyuan?" Shui Miaomiao asked confused.
Leng Ning replied succinctly and concisely, "It's the best pastry."
"Oh, then I want to eat it too." Shui Miaomiao raised his hand, "Do you have any ginger milk? Red date almond paste is also fine, as long as it's not salty pastry, I can eat it."
"Crispy golden thread." Leng Ningchi reported the pastry she wanted to eat and nodded to Lan Jixuan.
"Okay." Lan Jixuan stood up, "I'll go give instructions to my servants."
The servants of the Lan Mansion are quite efficient at work.
Leng Ning looked at the waterside pavilion filled with cakes and said, "You have really ordered every kind of cake in Shou Tianyuan. The amount of spiritual stones you want is not a small amount."
Lan Jixuan corrected him sternly, "Some items that need to be booked in advance cannot be delivered immediately, but I have already made a reservation. I am afraid that only Shou Tianyuan will be available for afternoon tea these days."
Leng Ningchi only told Shui Miaomiao that Tianyuan was the best in making pastries, but he didn't tell her how expensive a piece of pastry was. In this day and age, anything with a bit of aura is extremely expensive.
Shui Miaomiao was holding a bowl of warm fermented sweet-scented osmanthus balls and huddled in an armchair nearby, like a 'little innocent' who couldn't understand the excitement of Leng Ningchi and Hua Yixian.
"You're rich! I've never tried to order all the pastries from Shou Tianyuan at once. It turns out there are so many kinds that I haven't tried before!" Hua Yixian even rushed forward and gave Lan Jixuan some A bear hug, "My sister is doting on me, but she won't allow me to be so wasteful. How much will it cost! The Lan family is actually willing to let you have it!"
"The family's daily expenses are fixed, so we can't be so extravagant. We haven't used the Lan family's money."
Inviting friends to eat cakes, how can he spend his family's money? Naturally, he used the spiritual stones he earned when he was in the Holy Confucian Sect.
Is Lan Jixuan in Versailles?
Shui Miaomiao didn't understand. Shui Miaomiao only thought it was delicious. She used to be unable to touch such spiritual food.
It's different now, she has to get her money back.
Looking out through the gauze curtain that is windproof but does not block the view, people are coming and going in a hurry, and they are all carrying Shou Tianyuan's food boxes, but the water pavilion can no longer accommodate it. Shui Miaomiao asked curiously, " Did you order anything else?"
"Oh, that one." Lan Jixuan glanced outside and said, "I gave some to my father and brother as well."
To put it simply, Lan Jixuan sent Shou Tianyuan pastries to everyone in the Lan family, and prepared a few according to their favorite flavors.
The birthday banquet is approaching, but there is no sense of joy in the house.
Lan Jixuan was thinking about going to Shou Tianyuan to order pastries. There couldn't be too much noise, so why not just use some pastries and relax.
He means well, but as for whether it will be misinterpreted by others, does he care what others think?
"Fourth brother."
The voice was gentle and elegant. Two young men opened the curtain and walked in. Lan Boyu, the young patriarch of the Lan family.
Although I had seen it in Yaocheng, I didn't have a deep impression.
Lan Jixuan put down the cake in his hand and hurriedly stepped forward. He introduced the two parties to each other seriously, "My eldest brother, Lan Boyu, this is Shui Miaomiao of the Ancient Immortal Sect, Hua Yixian of the Beast Emperor Sect, and Leng Ningchi of the Wanhuang Sect."
"Hello, big brother."
"Hello, big brother."
He is Lan Jixuan's elder brother. It is not an exaggeration for them to call him eldest brother. Shui Miaomiao and Hua Yixian returned the greeting, while Leng Ningchi stood aside and nodded coldly, indicating that they had met him.
"I've been busy these past few days, and I haven't seen any guests come, so please don't be surprised."
Hua Yixian walked to Lan Jixuan with a bowl of sweet cheese and said while eating, "Brother, I'm just surprised by what you said. We are Lan Jixuan's friends. Just treat us as younger brothers and younger sisters." ”
Although his actions were inelegant, his words were unmistakable.
Listening to Hua Yixian's words, Shui Miaomiao was a little surprised, thinking that he was just a bastard, but when he became serious, he would still speak well.
Shui Miaomiao secretly took a bite of the pastry in her hand, and sat back on the armchair. It seemed that she didn't need to talk to her anymore, so she could just be a foodie with peace of mind.
"Brother, what's the matter?"
