It is said that it takes twenty-one days to form a habit, but it only took one day for Lin Wenyi to follow Zhao Shuang to eat and drink every day.

As soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, he didn't need Rou Niang to invite, he walked over by himself.

It seems that he is afraid that he will not be able to eat the small side dishes pointed out by Zhao Shuang when it is late.

Eating and drinking with Zhao Shuang can be said to be the entrustment of the sixth uncle, but then following a girl to a lady's house for an appointment, it is too unusual, he is a son-in-law, and he still needs to be faced.

Seeing Lin Wenyi hesitate, Rou Niang slapped him on the shoulder and said, "What are you twisting, go together, if you don't follow Miss Shuang'er, you will regret it for the rest of your life if you miss the delicious food." ”

Therefore, when the carriage of the Lu Mansion came to pick up Zhao Shuang to go to the appointment, Rou Niang first got into the carriage with the red clay stove.

Although the distance from the Lu Mansion is not a matter for Rou Niang at all, the carriage is equivalent to a luxury car in modern society.

Then Zhao Shuang got into the carriage and asked Yuan Xi to follow.

Of course, Fu Ning and Lin Wenyi were not good at squeezing a carriage with girls, so they walked behind the carriage.

Such a group of people went to the Lu Mansion in a mighty way.

When she arrived at Lu's house, Lin Wenyi learned that this Han Zeshi was the heroine of the pickle case and was already widowed.

As a famous son, he actually followed a county magistrate's daughter to a newly widowed widow's house as a guest, which is really unorthodox.

If this is in the capital, I'm afraid that my father will use the family law.

But now, Lin Wenyi just couldn't make up his mind to turn his head and leave, and in the end he could only break the jar and break it, and he came here, and if he didn't drink a bowl of Sanyang porridge, he was really sorry for his depravity.

Han Zeshi was dressed in plain clothes and greeted him at the second gate.

When she saw that Zhao Shuang had brought four people here, and two of them were handsome young men, Han Zeshi was really taken aback.

I can only sigh in my heart, this Lord Zhao's daughter is really a wonderful person, living a free and chic life, and knows how to enjoy life.

Han Zeshi entertained several people in a warm pavilion.

The warm pavilion is really as Zhao Shuang imagined, burning the prosperous earth dragon, warm as spring, she estimated that it must be twenty degrees.

The girls held tea and fruit snacks.

Rou Niang held the red clay stove and asked where Zhao Shuang put it?

Zhao Shuang asked her to put it in the middle of the room.

Han Zeshi couldn't understand what kind of gift the daughter of Zhixian County brought to herself: "Miss Shuang'er, what is this?" ”

Rou Niang understood Han Zeshi's doubts, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Han, this is not a gift for you, it is our Shuang'er girl who brings the stove to cook porridge at your house." ”

Han Zeshi looked at Zhao Shuang suspiciously, Zhao Shuang smiled: "Let's cook porridge, write while boiling porridge, and when the words are written, the porridge will be good, and drink a bowl warmly, which is very suitable in such a winter." ”

I have always heard that Miss Zhao is good at esophagus, and when I saw it today, sure enough, Han Zeshi hurriedly said: "What materials does Miss Shuang'er need, I will let them prepare." ”

Mrs. Han is really understanding, and she didn't misunderstand you.

Zhao Shuang said: "Three catties of mutton, one radish, and one corn." Another clay pot of this size is needed. He gestured with his hand.

Han Zeshi immediately asked the girls to prepare things.

Fu Ning consciously asked to wash his hands and prepare to start work for a while.

Under the guidance of Zhao Shuang, the raw materials went through more than a dozen processes, and finally lay down in the clay pot and began to boil slowly.

The porridge was stewed, and Rou Niang also ate the dim sum and fruits on the table of the host's family.

brought a group of people, ate and drank, and stewed soup with other people's ingredients, and it was time to do something serious.

Zhao Shuang asked Han Zeshi: "How many kinds of blessing words does Madame want?" ”

Han Zeshi said with a smile: "Of course, the more the merrier, I have nothing to do to embroider at home, and maybe I can embroider a hundred blessing maps." ”

Writing a hundred different blessing characters is not difficult for Zhao Shuang, but how troublesome it is, where is it comfortable to watch the apprentice cook and eat the food cooked by the apprentice?

But I received other people's shoes and ate other people's mutton, but I couldn't meet the requirements of other people's writing blessings, and my face was a little bad.

Zhao Shuang's eyes swept around, and instantly saw Lin Wenyi, who was sitting in the corner and trying to be a transparent person, and instantly had an idea: "This Lin Gongzi is a talent from the capital, you might as well ask Lin Gongzi to write some blessing words to his wife." ”

Han Zeshi said: "This ...... Is it appropriate? After all, her identity is relatively special, and the newly widowed widow asks a handsome son to write, and her reputation and the reputation of the son are gone.

Zhao Shuang said: "What's inappropriate?" Just write a word, Xiaolian, go and prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. ”

Xiaolian said crisply, and quickly brought pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and spread it on the table in front of the window.

Zhao Shuang said: "Lin Gongzi, you write first, if you can't write enough 100 blessing words, I'll add it." ”

Lin Wenyi: "...... "I'm a ghost who will follow this girl to the widow's house as a guest, right?"

After eating other people's tea, Lin Wenyi had to walk to the table in front of the window, lift the brush, and Xiaolian was grinding ink beside her, but obviously, this little girl's grinding skills were very poor, and she didn't polish the ink well for a while.

Lin Wenyi had no choice but to instruct her on how to study ink.

Xiaolian followed Lin Wenyi's instructions, and the ink was slowly polished.

Lin Wenyi dipped a little ink and said, "Well, this kind of ink is easier to use." Look at this inkstone is good, and it's not new, it is said that the master should use it frequently, why don't you grind ink? ”

Being questioned by such a handsome young man, Xiaolian's face turned red instantly.

Han Zeshi, who was sitting at the round table in the middle of the room and chatting with Zhao Shuang, heard this: "That inkstone belongs to my father, since the concubine married a merchant woman, she felt sorry for her father's inheritance, so she rarely wrote, and Xiaolian and her sisters have not learned much about grinding. ”

Zhao Shuang said: "It turns out that Mrs. Han was born in a scholarly family? ”

Han Zeshi said proudly in a little amazement: "The scholarly family dare not be, the grandfather of the concubine was a person in the Tianbao period, and the father was also admitted to Xiucai, and then the family fell in the middle of the road, after the death of the father, there was no money for the funeral of the father, and the concubine had to sell the property and bury the father. The family also has a lot of debts, and the money from buying a house is not enough to pay off the debts except for the funeral of his father. During the period, when he met the former husband, some things that were inconvenient for the concubine to come forward, the first husband helped the concubine to come forward, and paid off the debts owed by the father for the concubine, and the concubine married the first husband. ”

Zhao Shuang didn't expect to inquire about other people's gossip, but if people wanted to say it themselves, she didn't block her ears.

But there is a question here, how did Han Zeshi's father, a scholar with some family property, owe a lot of money?

Of course, these people don't talk about it, Zhao Shuang is not curious enough to inquire.