Song Wanyue took two pieces of pea yellow to the back.

Xiao Yao happily picked up a piece and took a bite. She didn't know how to praise her. Peas were an ordinary thing, but when she got to her, she actually made such delicious things.

"How about it?"

Song Wanyue proudly boasted, "It's great to have a sister-in-law like me. She can make delicious food and make money."

Looking at her smug appearance, Xiao Yao was amused and swallowed the pastry in her mouth, "It's not just good, it's hard to find in the sky and the earth."

Song Wanyue smiled and narrowed her eyes, put her hands on the table and held her chin, chatting, "Did Sister Yao's younger brother be sent to Qianshan Temple at a very young age?"

Xiao Yao didn't doubt that he was there and nodded, "Well, he was about two years old, and my aunt was just now..."

Speaking of this, I remembered something and looked at Song Wanyue.

Song Wanyue looked curious, as if she didn't see her pause.

Xiao Yao was a little confused about whether she knew her cousin’s identity, but regardless of whether she knew it or not, her cousin had already...

Xiao Yao calmed down her emotions by stroking her hair on her temples, and her voice unconsciously lowered. "At that time, the old aunt's house had just changed. I somehow suddenly became ill. The doctors in the middle of the capital were invited, but they did not improve at all. Because of my aunt, the emperor did not like Xiao's house and could not invite the imperial physician to come. So in desperation, the family could only take me to Qianshan Temple to pray for blessings, but I didn't expect that when I got there, I would be fine. Since then, I have lived there, and I only went home for a few days during the Chinese New Year."

Song Wanyue nodded, "Looking at him and you are not separated."

"My family members went to see him twice a month. When I was a child, I often stayed there with him, but when I grew up, it was inconvenient."

"No wonder you siblings have such a good relationship."

Song Wanyue also pinched a piece of pea yellow and put it in her mouth, ate it happily, and asked naturally, "Is he good at martial arts?"

"Of course not."

Song Wanyue raised her eyebrows, "Uncle Xiao didn't teach him anything. Practicing martial arts can strengthen her body."

"My father naturally thought about teaching him, but when I was a child, I was sick for more than half a year. Where can I practice martial arts? Later, I grew up and could learn it, but my father said that he had a good age to practice martial arts, so he didn't teach him."

Song Wanyue nodded, stopped asking, and instead talked about something else.

...

For five consecutive days, the pastry shop will release a new pastry every day, and a long queue will be lined up in front of the shop. Huangcao couple and the people in the shop are smiling happily, and they are busy working.

A woman with a round face wiped her hands on her apron and hurriedly walked towards the cottage behind her. When she walked past other chopping boards, she glanced secretly at her eyes.

Although Song Wanyue taught them separately, the ingredients used for each pastry were placed on the chopping board and could be seen clearly at a glance.

"What's wrong with Cui Qiao today? I've been to the toilet several times."

Huang Gao's wife said inadvertently.

The girl who made pastry with Cui Qiao said, "She was very thirsty last night and got up and drank a bowl of cold water. Today she felt a little uncomfortable."

I have lived with these people in the shop for several months. Huang Gao and his wife regarded them as their families and said, "You just don't know how to cherish yourself. I have said that it's cold, don't drink cold water, it's not good for you."

The girl smiled and replied.

Huang Gao’s wife shook her head helplessly.

Huang Gao heard a move in her heart and slowed down her movements. When Cui Qiao came back, she paid attention to her movements. Seeing her walking quickly to her own chopping board without squinting, the doubt that had just arisen in her heart subsided.

...

In Song Si's house, Xu Bo smiled and walked back and forth, returned to Song Wanyue and asked, "Miss Sun, should we clean up completely, or clean up a little?"

"There are twenty days left, is it time to clean up?"

"It's time, it's time."

Xu Bo stroked his beard and smiled and replied that there had been no major events in the mansion for many years, and his bones were about to get moldy. Now he finally had something to do.

Song Wanyue didn't ask him how to deal with it, and said with confidence, "Okay, I'll bother Xu."

The wrinkles on Xu Boxiao's face were stretched out, "Miss Sun, don't worry, when Mr. Song Si gets married, I will definitely make this house change a lot."

Song Wanyue stood up, "I'll go to the pastry shop and I'll come over when my elder brother comes back."

Uncle Xu smiled and sent her out, waited for her to walk away, and turned around and told the servants to get busy.

...

"It hurts so much."

Cui Qiao covered her stomach, and her painful facial features were wrinkled together. The woman next to her quickly supported her.

Seeing that she was very uncomfortable, he hurriedly called Huang Gao, "Shopkeeper, Cui Qiao is in great pain."

Huang Gao came over and saw that Cui Qiao's face turned pale. She hurriedly asked a friend to invite the doctor, but was interrupted by Cui Qiao, "I, I'll go by myself."

Inviting a doctor to come, you will also need to spend the medical expenses, which is a little bit of savings.

Huang Gao knew about Cuiqiao's family, her parents were in poor health, and her eldest brother was a dissatisfied person, so she sold herself to the Duke's Mansion.

"You go with her."

Huangcai ordered.

The woman holding Cui Qiao nodded, helped her walk out, and slowly walked across a street. Cui Qiao sat on the stone pier on the corner of the street for a while and said to the woman, "I'm much better. I can go there myself. You go back first. There must be no one on our chopping board."

Seeing that she was really better and her face was not so pale, the woman didn't think much about it and turned around and went back.

Cui Qiao sat in place, watching the woman walk far away, and was about to get up, but someone grabbed her arm and pulled it to the hidden place, "Have you got the Fangzi?"

Cui Qiao pulled back her arm that was hurt and looked at the man, "I only know the osmanthus cake."

"What?"

The man glared at the triangle eyes, "Why are you so stupid?"

Cui Qiao wanted to lift the stone dunzi on the side and smash the man to death. This was her biological brother, but she kept forcing her to death.

"Miss Song is already suspicious, I can't do it."

"I don't care. You have to get me a prescription no matter what, otherwise I will throw my parents on the street."

Cui Qiao was so angry that she was about to explode, but there was no way.

My parents are old, and if they are really thrown on the street, they will definitely not be able to survive.

"How many more days do you want me to let go."

The man stretched out a finger and said, "One day! I must see Fangzi at this time tomorrow, otherwise you will wait for your parents to die on the street."

After saying that, the man shook his sleeves and left.

Cui Qiao was so angry that she trembled all over. She stood with the wall for a while before turning back to the pastry shop. As soon as she entered the door, she saw Song Wanyue standing in front of her chopping board and looking at her, and her heart skipped a beat.

"What do you say?"

Song Wanyue asked.

Cui Qiao's eyes dodged, "Say, it's nothing big, just drink more hot water."
Chapter completed!