"Hello mother-in-law!" Mu Qingqiu and Mu Qingqiu greeted each other sweetly, their immature voices were soft, and Han's heart was happy when they listened.

"Hey! Ay! Really good, come, eat vegetable cakes. Han picked up the vegetable cake and stuffed it into the hands of Mu Qingqiu's sister and brother, Mu Qingqiu refused, Mu Qingqiu did the same, and directly put his little hand behind his back.

Mu Qingqiu saw that Mu Qingqiu was overreacting, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he immediately took it, blinking his big eyes and saying seriously: "Huh? It's strange, how can I drool when I see my mother-in-law's vegetable cakes? Take a bite: "It's delicious." Squinting in satisfaction.

No matter how exaggerated the joke is, it has become a big truth when it is seriously told by a child, and Han Shi smiled when he heard it.

Yuan Fangnan laughed, the two of them praised Mu Qingqiu's sister and brother for being good, Mu Qingqiu also looked puzzled and surprised, and the two of them became more and more happy.

"Grandpa Lizheng, mother-in-law, you invite me and my brother to eat vegetable cakes. My brother and I also invited my grandfather and mother-in-law to eat delicious food. Mu Qingqiu spoke with a blank look, and took out the persimmons in the small back basket.

Yuan Fangnan and the Han clan saw Mu Qingqiu carrying a basket just now, they didn't take it seriously, they didn't expect that it was actually a gift for them.

The two sighed in their hearts: Qiu girl with her younger brother, life is helpless, why do you come over with courtesy? Tee is sensible, sensible and distressing.

Mu Qingqiu put the rattan basket on the table, hooked the tether, lifted the lid, and opened the oil paper, revealing the orange-red persimmon inside.

"This—this is ......" Han pointed to the pastry in surprise and was speechless.

My son is away and occasionally comes home with pastries.

As far as she knows, a slightly better pastry is a few hundred words less per pack.

The pastries that Mu Qingqiu took out, whether it was the packaging or the appearance of the pastries, were all good. Doesn't that mean that the price of these pastries is more than a few hundred wen?

Yuan Fangnan was also stunned at the moment, he knew that Mu Qingqiu was doing pastry trading, he thought it was a child's petty fight, so he earned a few dollars for food. But the pastries in front of me are bright in color and exquisite in packaging, and they look more expensive than the pastries in Xiangshuyuan.

The price of such an exquisite thing is certainly not cheap.

Hundreds of thousands of texts, how could Mu Qingqiu buy it?

Yuan Fangnan's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, he had some guesses in his heart, and looked at Mu Qingqiu uncertainly, seeing that the girl was smiling sweetly, and there was joy and confidence between her eyebrows. He was shocked in his heart, and a voice clearly told him: pastry, pastry, yes, mu, qing, autumn, self, self, do, of!!

…… The girl's pastry business is not a petty fight! The girl didn't do it blindly, but did it with her heart, she did it very well, and she thought carefully about it! She made a pastry boutique that is not necessarily comparable to the crispy garden.

It's amazing, it's amazing, the girl is only six years old and so capable, how can she get it when she grows up.

Thinking that the Mu family abandoned Mu Qingqiu's sister and brother, Yuan Fangnan suddenly wanted to laugh, the Mu family had no eyes, and actually drove such a promising granddaughter out of the door. Hmph, wait to regret it! Deserve! ~~

"Mother-in-law, this is a persimmon cake, I made it myself, mother-in-law tasted it, it was delicious." As Mu Qingqiu spoke, he picked up a piece and sent it to Han's mouth, the child's exclusive action of making people eat, Mu Qingqiu felt that it was very useful, so he saved the need to push and let him go.

Seeing this, Mu Qingxuan also took a piece and ran to Yuan Fangnan: "Grandpa Lizheng eats." Before the little guy finished speaking, the pastry in his hand had already poked into Yuan Fangnan's mouth.

The heart-warming couple who were troubled by the two children, where did they live with the courtesy of the soft children. Han reluctantly praised Mu Qingqiu and took the persimmon cake. After Yuan Fangnan praised Mu Qingxuan, he tasted it solemnly.

Yuan Fangnan thought, such an exquisite pastry should enter the pastry shop, he wants to taste it, if the taste is good, he will run errands for the girl, relying on the identity of Xiucai's father, those pastry shops in the town still give him a few thin noodles, as long as the girl's pastries can enter the pastry shop, the girl and her younger brother will have a way to live.

The entrance of the persimmon cake is fragrant and crispy, sweet but not greasy, with a bit of stickiness, and the taste is completely different from that of the past, and it is indescribably delicious.

After tasting the taste, Yuan Fangnan became more and more shocked, one of his two sons was a lifter and the other was a showman, and he could have lived a rich and noble life served by maids, but the feeling of being 'watched' by someone at everything was really not pleasant.

It's still clean and good, the old couple lives in Zhushan Village and lives in the ancestral house, even so, in the entire Zhushan Village, Yuan Fangnan has also seen the world.

But at this moment, Yuan Fangnan found that he had lived for most of his life, and all the pastries he had eaten were put together, and they were not as delicious as persimmon cakes, and Mu Qingqiu was only six years old!

Mu Qingqiu saw Yuan Fangnan and Han's love for persimmon cakes, and he was secretly happy.

After a while, she shook the two of them with a slightly worried little face: "Grandpa Lizheng? Mother-in-law? ”

Yuan Fangnan saw that Mu Qingqiu's face was full of ignorance, and he was a little unsure, the persimmon cake was really made by Mu Qingqiu? A six-year-old child's mind can't be so comprehensive, maybe it is because of someone's idea that he has made such a delicious pastry!

If the persimmon cake was really done by Mu Qingqiu, then the little girl would be really amazing.

After eating the pastries, Yuan Fangnan pondered and pondered, planning to take over the errands for Mu Qingqiu, and asked her: "Will there be persimmon cakes in the future?" As for how the pastries were made, Yuan Fangnan didn't ask, as long as the two children didn't go hungry.

"Well, you can do a lot better." Mu Qingqiu nodded and smiled, her voice crisp and pleasant.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yuan Fangnan to speak, he said the purpose of this trip: "Grandpa Lizheng, I sent the persimmons to Xiangshuyuan, and the aunt of Xiangshuyuan was very satisfied, and the price was high, and now I have more than thirteen taels of silver in my hand!" Grandpa Lizheng, if I want to build a house, I will build a large room enough for me to live with Xuan'er, is thirteen taels of silver enough? ”

When Yuan Fangnan heard this, his heart jumped suddenly, and he was shocked and stupid.

The girl even thought of looking for a pastry shop, and even found the Pastry Cake Garden in the pastry shop.

This, this, yes, so good......

It's really subversive Yuan Fangnan's cognition, he thought that his son was promising, but now compared with Mu Qingqiu, it is useless to be compared. The sons are proud of their studies, but what Mu Qingqiu knows is the way to survive, and there is no comparison at all.

"Enough, enough, how not enough!" Yuan Fangnan said excitedly.

Thirteen taels of silver is less than a house, but if Mu Qingqiu only builds a large chase room, it is enough.

"Really? That's great. Mu Qingqiu was happy, and after finishing speaking, he asked worriedly: "Grandpa Lizheng, is it too late to build a house now?" "After winter, the ground will freeze, once the ground is frozen, the soil cannot be dug up, and it must be rushed before the ground freezes.

Li Zheng thought about it and nodded: "Yes!" Qiu'er decided, grandpa will go to find someone, now it's not a busy farm, there are many people doing work, and the house can be erected in ten days. ”

"Great, great." Mu Qingqiu was very excited, and muttered: "If you have a new house to live in, you won't be afraid of the heavy snow crushing the house." Hey, Hey, we're going to have a new house to live in soon! ”