After Mei Jinrong left, Meng Lei called Jiang Tong to take Fang Xuan to pick out two rolls of material, Han Yunying and Meng Mingming are both beauty-loving, so Meng Lei simply hired a tailor in the workshop, in addition to helping the two of them make clothes, from time to time there are also some sample clothes, hand-sewn, although not as good as the big brand clothes, but also exquisite and comfortable, wearing out is also unique, very popular with young ladies and wives, but not too little, need to be customized in advance.

Fang Xuan inherited Fang Qingli's height, but since she was a child, Meng Xiaohui has been particularly focused on her figure and temperament, tall and slender, and never picks clothes. When measuring the size, Meng Lei drove to pick up people.

Han Fuxing's business is still as hot as before, Meng Lei booked a private room in advance, two floors, downstairs is the hall, people come and go, a little noisy, upstairs is much quieter, at this time the formal restaurant, the fragrance of food wafts everywhere, and the hooked Fang simmered worms are about to rush out of the stomach.

When the food was served, Meng Lei took out an invitation card from his pocket, a dark red invitation, which read, "Mei Hongtao is sixty years old: I respectfully invite my wife, I hope to bring all the family members to the scene, the students are very honored." Fang Xuan, who was sitting next to the old lady, glanced at it, the words on it were not extended, the font was strong and powerful, it should have a very deep foundation, and it was a bit more windy than his father's words, and it should be written by the old man himself.

"Mother, this is what the Ninth Master asked his son to transfer to you, when did you get acquainted with the Mei family? In the afternoon, I drank tea with Jiu Ye in the dyeing workshop, and Jiu Ye took out the invitation card and said that Mr. Mei asked him to hand it over to you personally, but there were many female relatives in the family, so it was inconvenient for him to visit rashly, so he had to come to the dyeing workshop to try his luck to see if he could meet his son, and by the way, he took Miss Xia's materials. After Meng Lei finished speaking, he took a sip of the rain flower tea in front of him, the rain flower tea is the favorite of Nanjing people, the tea sinks into the water, the aroma is elegant, the taste is sweet and mellow, and it is still loved by petty bourgeoisie. The official family also loves, because the tea saint Lu Yu once recorded the story of "The Legend of the Elders of Guangling" in the "Book of Tea", therefore, the people in the officialdom believe that the rain flower tea not only appears to be elegant, but also reflects their understanding of the working people, and is a parent official who always thinks about the people.

Fang Xuan looked at the tea in his hand, and the beautiful and elegant tea seemed to have become turbid because of these tough adhesions.

"It's been a long time ago, your father was General Mei's teacher, and he only taught him for less than a year, at that time, the child's family was not rich, and your father often brought him to his home for dinner after school at noon, but I didn't expect him to know that I came to Nanjing." The old lady sandwiched the duck shop meat for her granddaughter, the best place to eat a piece of duck.

"Mother, why didn't you know General Mei earlier, I knew earlier." Before Han Yunying finished speaking, Meng Lei bumped into her.

"I knew what you were going to do, I went to someone's house to climb relatives with a shy face, but I just ate a few bites of food, and people are close to us, it is people who know how to be gracious, how powerful he is, it has nothing to do with my wife, and it has nothing to do with you, eat." The old lady slapped her chopsticks on the table, and the displeasure on her face was palpable.

Fang Xuan looked at the table and became overwhelmed by this paragraph, smiled, reached out and took the old man's bowl, and said softly beside the old man while serving the soup: "Grandma, granddaughter will give you some wine-stuffed balls, simmer and remember that you like to drink it the most, but you can't be greedy, just this bowl, if you drink too much, your stomach will be uncomfortable." Fang Xuan's mouth was sweet and sensible, and the old lady hadn't seen her granddaughter for a long time, so she was coaxed by the little girl to lose her temper for a while.

"Eat them all, for the sake of the simmering face, my wife is not angry with you, but no one is allowed to mention these things in the future." The old lady took the bowl and spoon in Fang Xuan's hand and patted the little girl's hand with a smile.

Fang Qingli glanced at his daughter, and secretly gave a thumb under the table, worthy of being his daughter, amazing.

"But, mother, what about this invitation, the ninth master is waiting for a reply." Meng Lei looked at the old lady's face cautiously, but thinking that Mei Jinrong was waiting for a reply, he was very distressed, and then glanced at the niece opposite who was sharp and toothy, remembering that she should have offended people during the day, and thought that according to this relationship, she should be able to turn big things into small things, but her mother has an attitude, alas, it is better to ask for guilt tomorrow.

Before he could finish thinking about it, the old lady spoke: "Everyone has sent invitations, it's not appropriate not to go, so that on that day, only me and Simmer will go, and you will stay at home for me." After speaking, he raised his eyes and squinted at Han Yunying on the other side, so frightened that the other party quickly lowered his head and pulled the bowl that had nothing.

"It's not appropriate to simmer, she's too young, I'm afraid she doesn't understand the rules and collides, so let me accompany you with Qingli" Meng Xiaohui felt that it was inappropriate, Fang Xuan grew up in Fengtian since he was a child, unlike a big place like Nanjing, where there are many nobles and rules. Although she reads a lot of books and is considered smart, her casual temperament is difficult to change, and obviously, it is not appropriate to let her daughter follow her mother to such a big scene.

"That's it, mother, if you don't want us to follow at that time, I'll wait to go to school to pick up Mingming, after all, it's your granddaughter, and she grew up in Nanjing, and now she reads" Han Yunying was interrupted by the old lady before she finished speaking.

"Needless to say, I'll take the simmer, I see that the simmer is more suitable than all of you, she understands the rules and is simple-minded, so don't disturb her reading. That's all for this matter, Leizi, you go tomorrow to find out the inkstone left by your father and wrap it up as a congratulatory gift. Well, eat. “