On the second day after arriving, Mo Ziwan took Song Nanzhi and headed to the Fang family's house with the gifts she brought to the Fang family.
Arriving at the gate of Fang Mansion, Mo Ziwan stepped forward and said politely: "Hello, big brother!"
The concierge looked at Mo Ziwan, "Miss Mo, why are you here?"
Everyone in the Fang family knew that because the Mo family came to Beijing to redress their grievances, Huang Qisheng was finally sentenced to beheading, and they avenged Master Fang Wei.
"We sent my brother to Beijing to take the exam, and by the way, we sent some food that we made to Grandpa Fang and Grandma Yan. We also asked my eldest brother to help us deliver it to Grandpa Fang and Grandma Yan."
Mo Ziyuan was not so arrogant as to say that she wanted to go into the house to visit. There were a lot of ancient rules, and she could not compare herself to going to her mother's house, shouting at the top of her voice and then entering the house.
After Mo Ziyuan finished speaking, Song Nanzhi handed over the basket covered with white cotton in his hand.
"Okay. Miss Mo, old lady, please wait for me for a moment. Our old lady will take a rest at noon, and I will report it right away."
"Thank you big brother."
Song Nanzhi also thanked you: "Thank you very much, little brother."
The food delivered to the Fang family this time included roast duck, luncheon meat, jelly and dried red sweet potato vermicelli.
They all knew how to eat roast duck and luncheon meat, but Mo Ziyuan had written down how to eat red sweet potato starch and jelly. After they read it, they knew how to eat it.
After the concierge came out, he said to Mo Ziyuan and Song Nanzhi: "Our old lady has invited Miss Mo and the old lady to sit in the room for a while."
"Will it disturb Grandma Yan?" Mo Ziyuan was polite again.
Along with the concierge, there was a maid dressed delicately.
After hearing what Mo Ziwan said, the maid immediately took Mo Ziwan's hand and said, "Don't worry, Miss Mo. The old lady was very happy when she heard that Miss Mo was coming. She immediately sent a servant to pick up Miss Mo and sit in the house for a while."
"Then please trouble this eldest sister to take us into the house to find Grandma Yan." After Mo Ziwan finished speaking, she asked about the pretty maid, "I don't know how to call you sister?"
"If Miss Mo doesn't mind, call me Sister Yun."
"Hello, Sister Yun, please excuse me, Sister Yun!" Mo Ziwan called out.
Compared to Mo Ziwan's casual approach, Song Nanzhi was a little more reserved, but he had been to Fang Mansion and knew some of the rules of wealthy families. After Mo Ziwan's words, he politely said: "I'd like to ask Miss Yun to lead the way."
"You're welcome, old lady."
Afterwards, Mo Ziyuan and Song Nanzhi followed Maid Yun into the Fang Mansion and walked to the residence of the old lady of the Fang family.
Hear the sound first before anyone arrives.
Before Mo Ziwan and her grandmother Song Nanzhi entered the house, they heard a burst of hearty laughter. The maid lifted the door curtain and said, "What is so funny? You can hear the old lady's laughter from a distance." "
"You'll know when you come in and see for yourself."
The voice inside stopped and immediately started to sound again, "Is Miss Mo here?"
"Here, I came with the old lady." After saying that, Maid Yun turned to Mo Ziyuan and Song Nanzhi and said, "Old lady, Miss Mo, please come in quickly."
As soon as Mo Ziyuan entered the room, she shouted crisply: "Hello, Grandma Yan!"
Song Nanzhi also greeted: "Hello, madam!"
"Okay, okay! Come in and sit down." Mrs. Yan greeted the Mo family's ancestors and grandson with a smile on her fair and round face.
After the Mo family ancestors and grandsons thanked Mrs. Yan, she said again: "I have cost you money again!"
Song Nanzhi replied: "It doesn't cost any money. It's all made at home. You guys have a try."
"Thanks to you, now we go to 'diners to buy food, but we never have an empty trip."
The business from diners in Jingli is booming day by day, and there is a long queue in front of the store every day. If you go later, you will not be able to buy it, or the diners will be full.
Since the Mo family and the Han family came to the house, the family members could buy food from diners at any time.
Song Nanzhi replied: "Just eat something fresh. If you eat it every day, you will get tired of eating it no matter how delicious it is."
"That's the truth!" After Mrs. Yan finished speaking, she added, "Please remember, today we can taste fresh vegetables again."
"If you like it, I will send you more vermicelli next time. You can keep it for a long time. If you want, you can stew it, mix it, or stir-fry it."
"Then I'd like to thank you first."
After thanking Mrs. Yan, she waved to Mo Ziwan and said, "Wanwan, come to Grandma Yan!"
After Mo Ziwan approached Mrs. Yan, her little hand was held by Mrs. Yan, "Why are you still so thin?"
After hearing this, Song Nanzhi immediately agreed: "It's not just about being thin. I tell her to eat more every day, but she doesn't listen. What's the matter if she doesn't eat? She has to use so many brains every day. It takes a lot of energy. My husband and I are so worried that we don't know what to do." What to do."
Mrs. Yan bluffed, "That's not possible. You need to eat more. Look, your little brother Yuanyuan is two months younger than you, and he's already taller than you."
Fang Yuan, who was standing aside, saw his grandma saying that he was taller than Mo Ziwan, and immediately straightened up his body, "I eat a lot. Grandma and mother both said that eating more can make you a man."
"You should also eat more, you will be blessed if you gain more meat." Mrs. Yan said lovingly.
"Well, I'll eat more when I get home." Mo Ziwan responded.
"I'm going to stay and eat today before going back. You and your Yuanyuan brother will compete to see who eats more."
"I will come to have dinner with Grandma Yan another day. Grandpa and brother have also come to Beijing. We sent him to take the government examination. I have to go home and study with him." Mo Ziwan just made an excuse.
"You said that you are less than five years old and you can read so many books. How did your godfather teach you to make you so smart?" When Mrs. Yan said this, her eyes were full of envy. If this was a Boy, I may have some great achievements in the future.
It's good for a boy, but it's not bad for a girl. Such a smart girl will definitely prosper the family in the future.
Mrs. Yan thought about this and looked at Mo Ziyuan carefully. Although she was a little thinner, she was still a beautiful woman with a vivid appearance. When she grew up in the future, the threshold of the Mo family would probably be... They will all be trampled upon.
I looked at Mo Ziyuan and my fat grandson again, and I was very confident in my grandson. There is no ugly person in our family, and my grandson will definitely be a talented young man when he grows up.
"My godfather said that reading is very interesting. You can learn everything about the world from books. He also told me a lot of stories in books. Later, I fell in love with reading." Mo Ziwan said innocently.
"Then when you are free, come to Fang's house more often and tell your brother Yuanyuan more stories so that he will also like to read."
As soon as Mrs. Fang finished speaking, Fangyuan shouted, "I don't like reading."
Mo Ziwan walked over and took Fangyuan's hand, "I don't like reading, and I don't like reading either."
Mo Ziyuan first expressed her attitude and agreed with him, "Brother Yuanyuan, we don't study. I will tell you stories. The stories are very interesting."
Fangyuan is also a smart kid. He doesn't just believe whatever Mo Ziyuan says. He first asked: "What story? Tell me first and let me know if it's interesting?"
When Mrs. Yan saw her grandson, she picked up Qiao and said, "Your sister Yuan Wan knows a lot of stories, which are very interesting! I guarantee you will want to hear them again!" Mrs. Yan deliberately promoted Mo Ziwan to make her grandson Learn more from her.
"Okay, I'll tell you one." Mo Ziwan thought about telling a story to pass the time.
"The Cunning Fox!" Mo Ziyuan first said the name of the story and then continued: "The story I am telling you is 'The Cunning Fox."
After he finished speaking, he began to talk, "There are many, many small animals living in the forest, including ferocious tigers and lions, docile and cute puppies, kittens, and white rabbits, as well as cunning foxes and many flying birds. Son."
"On this day, a crow was sitting on a high tree branch with a piece of meat in its mouth, ready to enjoy its lunch."
"Just as it was about to swallow the meat, a fox ran past
Come, praise the crow on the tree, "Beautiful Miss Crow, your feathers are so bright, no wonder you fly so high!"
When Mo Ziwan talked about the fox speaking, she also deliberately imitated the fox's flattering tone, as well as the crow's arrogant look when it ignored the fox at first, and then the fox opened its mouth to suppress the fallen meat with pride and the crow's frustration.
The story was not long, but Mo Ziyuan told it vividly. Not only Fangyuan was fascinated, but also Mrs. Yan and the maids and ladies in the room also listened attentively.
"Does it sound good?" Mo Ziwan asked Fangyuan after finishing speaking.
Fangyuan was completely captivated by her story, and nodded in response: "It sounds good, I want to listen to it again."
Anyway, the story is very short, and it will only take less than a quarter of an hour to tell one more. Mo Ziyuan nodded and agreed: "Then I will tell you another story about 'Little Red Riding Hood.'"
This story is a little longer. This time it is not only lifelike, but also full of ups and downs. Even Mrs. Yan was fascinated by it.
After Mo Ziwan finished speaking, before she asked if Fangyuan was nice, Mrs. Yan turned to Song Nanzhi and said, "Sister, what should I do if I even want to leave Wanwan in the house?"
Song Nanzhi often listened to her granddaughter telling stories at home. She had also heard these two stories. Although she listened to her granddaughter tell them again, she still liked them very much. After hearing what Mrs. Yan said, she immediately said: "Old Madam likes it, let Wanwan do it in the future." Come and tell the old lady more, she will know a lot."
"Okay." Mrs. Yan agreed happily, thinking that they would definitely not come often. Just like today, if she hadn't invited them in, they would have given their things to the concierge as before. I will go back, and I am not the kind of person to climb up the ladder.
So Mrs. Yan made up her mind to send someone to invite Wan Wan to come over and play.
Mrs. Yan, who had made up her mind, asked them where they would stay, "Are you staying in Beijing these days or are you going back every day?"
When they talked about where they lived, Mo Ziwan and Song Nanzhi both had smiles on their faces. Mo Ziwan was the first to say, "Grandma Yan, we live in Beijing, and we also have a house in Beijing."
When Mo Ziwan said this, pride appeared on her face!
