"Let's go quickly, it's not good if your aunts are anxious." Liu Jiaoying closed the door of the small Buddhist temple and said to Zhuang Shuyi.

Zhuang Shuyi didn't say anything. What she thought was that the two of them would sit together and would have to argue for an hour or two, so she didn't want to get anyone else. However, in this case, she would not dare to say it to her mother.

The three of them walked back and met Bai Yu. When Bai Yu saw Liu Jiaoying, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and walked over in two steps. "Madam, the messenger on the other end gave the mooncakes."

Giving mooncakes? Zhuang Shuyi felt strange. She didn't know much filial piety at home for Mid-Autumn Festival, but it was just a box of mooncakes that were worth making a fuss. Looking at Bai Yu's face, it didn't seem like he had received a gift, but it seemed like he was knocked on the door by a ghost.

The lady Zhuang Shuyi couldn't figure it out, and Liu Jiaoying, the mistress, was not so confused. When she heard these stupid words, she immediately knew the beginning and end. "Since they have sent it, they have to reconcile. We don't have to go and pick a few boxes to send it."

"My mother, who gave me the moon cakes?" Zhuang Shuyi's vigorous curiosity arose again.

"Who else, isn't that... You kids' every family, what do you do? Let's go, your aunts should be anxious." Liu Jiaoying led her away, but refused to say anything.

Zhuang Shuyi was unable to enjoy the moon watching this day.

Everyone was having fun, and Wang Gui, who was guarding the gate, came to report in a panic. "Madam, it's not good. That person is here again."

"What? Why didn't you ignore him at this time and say that the master is not at home." Liu Jiaoying frowned impatiently. The master's poor brother really didn't want to see him. He was even more disliked than the one who gave mooncakes just now.

"But the one he asked for was the eldest lady. He said that since Young Master Cousin had sent perfume to his relatives, he should have a copy of his mouth. The wife was shouting at the door, and I thought it was really not good, so she came in to report it." Wang Gui, who was guarding the door, had no choice.

"Take him to the side hall and ask him to wait for the master to come back. I am a woman from a deep house and will not see a guest." Liu Jiaoying didn't want to lose the face of the Zhuang Mansion, so she had to use the old method.

"Okay, ma'am." Wang Gui hurried out.

"That guy almost burned our house last time, and he actually had the face to come." Zhuang Shuyi rolled up his sleeves and wanted to drive him away angrily, but was stopped by his mother.

"Stop it. He is no longer awesome, he is your father's sister and your uncle. Do you want to beat him?" Although Liu Jiaoying didn't like that person, she never thought about letting her daughter fall into a handle of being interfered with.

"Hmph, he is not my uncle." Uncle Zhuang was so angry. My mother just likes to calm down. The kind of rascal who comes to the house should be beaten with a long stick. "Who is the family who is thinking about losing their property sooner, and they are eager to lose their face."

"Don't talk nonsense. Yang Bo stops her. If she does something, I'll ask you." After Liu Jiaoying said that, Zhuang Shuyi turned off the fire. She does whatever she wants, but if A Nian is implicated, she will feel uneasy.

But she was still unwilling to accept it.

Although the rascal was the concubine's son of her grandfather and the sister of her father, she did many evil things before her grandfather passed away and was expelled from the house by her grandfather. Now she spent all her money and lived in poverty in the horns of Yongning City. Every festival, she would go to the Zhuang Mansion to ask for some rewards and go back to live.

Every time he comes, he will make the family uneasy. If her father is at home, he will be so angry that he coughs for a few days, and it will not be cured. My mother will be much smarter and will never see him, so she will put him in the outer courtyard and let him make trouble and let him be crazy, just ignore him.

But even so, the rogue can even make trouble. He rumored that her mother had lost all the property of the dealer, and just to raise a idle man, she gave her father a bright cuckold. Bah!

Zhuang Shuyi spat hard in his heart. But in front of him, she couldn't do this. Being a girl is really unfair. Even if she scolds someone a few words, she will be said to be without a tutor. Even if that person should be scolded, she owes him to be scolded.

"Liuliu, what are you thinking?" Yang Bo asked this, for no reason. Because this girl had been holding this mooncake for a while, she didn't swallow it, which really made people feel strange.

Zhuang Shuyi came to her senses and said perfunctorily in front of everyone. "It's nothing, I just miss my father. Is there any jujube paste stuffing he likes?"

This sentence is nonsense. Although Zhuang Shiqiao did not have any majesty in front of his wife and daughter, he was still the leader of the banker. Who dared to take his belongings?

Yang Bo knew what she was worried about when he heard this. He didn't ask much in front of everyone, and when only the two of them were left, he spoke again. "Are you thinking about Zhuang Zhiping?"

"Yeah? Yes." Zhuang Shuyi thought for a while before he realized that the owner of this name was the guy who made her worried. "Yes, I just don't want to. My mother must have taken a few more oceans to kill him away. Otherwise, I think he could stay in the outer courtyard until tomorrow morning."

"This is true." Yang Bo knew that as long as a greedy person was dependent on it, it would be like a blood-sucking leech. It would be impossible for him to tear some meat without getting some fishy food.

"I'm thinking, how can I teach him a lesson? Tell him not to come again." Zhuang Shuyi held his chin and tossed and turned his mind. "Find a sack to cover him and beat him up? No, no, maybe he's going to make a pity with that injury."

Yang Bo put on a thin coat for her, poured a large cup of the cooked milk tea, and placed it in front of her. "Warm your hands."

Zhuang Shuyi touched the warm cup and came to his senses. "By the way, A Nian, please help me think about it. My head hurts so much. Come on to think of a better idea for me. It will scare him and not cause trouble for A Nyon."

In fact, this is also a difficult problem. If this cannot be done, it cannot be done. It is difficult to grasp just by being a measure.

Yang Bo did not even frown at all and replied lightly. "That's not difficult. He has always loved to drink heavily. As long as he puts something in his wine, he will make him feel better for a few days."

"No, no, it's too light." Zhuang Shuyi pouted. "Think about it again, think about it again."

Yang Bo thought about it and gave another opinion. "When he was asleep, he found a carriage to take him to the wilderness. This scare may have been taught some lessons."

"No, no. If he is taken away by the Wild Wolf Pig and found out in the future, it will be a big trouble." Zhuang Shuyi shook his head repeatedly.

Now Yangbo couldn't think of any good things for a while.

Zhuang Shuyi knew that he had asked for more, so he didn't urge him. He raised his cup, took a big sip of hot milk tea, and breathed a sigh of relief. The milk tea was much better than that of laurel.

This is really strange. Yue Luo cooks these things over the years, but she is not as good as A Nian who only makes them once a while. It is said that her daughter’s hand is skillful, so why is his hand so many more handful than her daughter’s hand?

Zhuang Shuyi changed his hand and supported his chin and stared at Yangbo openly. He was thinking now that even if she stabbed him with a needle, she might not make him feel it. With such a good opportunity, of course she would have to take a few more glances.

It is indeed Mid-Autumn Festival today, but the moon in the sky is not as bright as the young man in front of him. He has clean and neat short, comfortable and upright facial features, and his fingers are slender and wide.

He looked a little weak, but Zhuang Shuyi knew how wide his shoulders were, how powerful his hands were, and how reliable his arms were.

But his hands are often cold, as cold as ice sculptures, making people want to warm, melt, and tie.

She looked at him in a daze, almost like the sunny flower.
Chapter completed!