Lu Yichen and Luo Qiao were teasing all the way and heading towards the Yang family. As soon as the car was parked, someone shouted at the gate: "Professor Feng, a guest is here."

When Luo Qiao and Lu Yichen got out of the car, Feng Shumin had already come out of the yard. When he saw Luo Qiao, he smiled and said, "Qiao Qiao and Yichen are here."

Luo Qiao smiled and said, "Master's wife, I'm here to see you, where is my master?"

Feng Shumin pointed to the yard: "I'm stewing chicken for you, and I'll have dinner before leaving."

Luo Qiao smiled and said, "Okay, I haven't eaten the meal cooked by my master's wife for a long time."

He turned around and looked at Aunt Qiu at the gate again: "Hello Aunt Qiu."

Lu Yichen took the things off the car, closed the trunk, and then walked over: "Hello, my master's wife, and I'm sorry."

Feng Shumin smiled and said, "Okay, okay, okay, come in quickly and get warm in the house."

Aunt Qiu kept looking at Lu Yichen and asked Luo Qiao in a low voice: "Is this your partner?"

Luo Qiao said openly: "Yes, his name is Lu Yichen."

Aunt Qiu smiled and said, "The young man is very energetic, looks good, and has a good eye."

Luo Qiao said funnyly: "You think it's good, that's definitely good."

Everyone laughed.

Aunt Qiu smiled enough and then said, "Okay, you guys hurry up and go in, I have to go back too."

After entering the yard, Yang Jiancheng also came out of the kitchen: "Qiaoqiao, Yichen, hurry in, the room is warm."

The daffodils in the house were blooming just in time, and Luo Qiao remembered that the flowers that owed the old man of the Jing family had never been sent over. It seemed that she had to go there before leaving.

Thinking of returning to send a few pots to the master and his wife, looking at the extra Clivia and glass green on the windowsill, it seemed that the two of them fell in love with growing flowers.

Yang Jiancheng was preparing to make tea, and Luo Qiaona quickly took out the new tea he brought over: "Master, you can use this tea to make it."

Yang Jiancheng said: "Is this the tea you went to see last time?"

Luo Qiao helped unpack the packaging: "No, that batch of tea has been packed and sold to the restaurant. The one you drink is of better quality than those."

Yang Jiancheng smiled and said, "Okay, the master needs to taste it well. This is Qiao Qiao's intention."

Luo Qiao laughed, and Feng Shulan said sourly: "It seems that Qiao Qiao has never sent you tea before."

Yang Jiancheng sat over with tea: "It's useless to be jealous, who told you not to like tea?"

Luo Qiao looked at the two of them and laughed and said, "Master's wife, today I have prepared a special gift for you."

Said, he took out a box from the gift he brought, put it on the table and opened it and said, "Do you like it?"

Feng Shumin looked at the butter cake on the table: "Where did this come from?"

Luo Qiao smiled mysteriously and said, "Guess?"

Luo Qiao accidentally heard Feng Shumin say that she likes to eat butter cakes, which is her masterpiece that she has been busy all night yesterday.

Feng Shumin looked up and saw tears in her eyes: "You can't do it yourself, right?"

Luo Qiao smiled and said, "I'll go get the plate. Will you taste the taste in your memory later?"

Lu Yichen quickly stood up and said, "Sit down, I'll get it."

Luo Qiao said, "Get four sets."

Feng Shumin looked at Luo Qiao: "Qiao Qiao, did you really do it?"

Luo Qiao smiled and said, "Yes, you didn't say you wanted to eat last time, so I studied it and made it several times before I succeeded."

In my previous life, I had learned to make pastry and made it many times by myself, so these things are not difficult for me at all.

But now there are no ready-made ingredients in later generations. If you use flour directly instead, the taste will definitely be less delicate than just made with cake flour.

Lu Yichen brought the plate, Luo Qiao first cut a piece for her master's wife and handed it over: "Master's wife, please taste it, is it the taste of the past?"

Then he gave the master and Lu Yichen one by one, and finally cut the pieces for himself. Yang Jiancheng now understood that his wife must have told Qiaoqiao that she brought her a piece of cream cake.

After taking a bite, I thought of the scene back then, my eyes turned red. After looking up at my old wife, both of them smiled, but one had red eyes and the other had tears in her eyes.
Chapter completed!