Steward Feng hurriedly greeted him, and shouted with a smile: "The third grandmother has worked hard all the way!" "It's a person who is used to talking skillfully, and he always serves the side as the lady of the palace.

But she didn't listen to the conversation for a long time, and looked up to see her looking at Xiao Kite's back swaying away, so she snorted and said half a sentence: "That little widow ....."

Aunt Zhao suddenly asked uncertainly: "Is she Mr. Xiao's eldest daughter Xiao Kite?" Have a brother and a sister? Seeing that Steward Feng said yes, he couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know each other in person, she is very different from what she looked like when she was a child!" ”

turned to walk towards the threshold, and asked him with a smile: "Is the third master back?" ”

Listening to Steward Feng, he was not in a hurry: "I went back, but I didn't enter the house." ”

"Then ......." she pursed her lips, and then listened to him continue: "I don't know when I will be able to reply, but the letter that the third grandmother is going to arrive today, the third master he knows!" ”

Aunt Zhao choked for a moment: "You haven't changed at all, and you still speak as before, without leaking!" "I can't tell if it's praise or ridicule.

Several servants came running to carry the cart, and one of the horses dropped a large pile of dung, which was quickly cleaned up.

The front of the house returned to its usual tranquility.

Although I can faintly hear Steward Feng laughing: "The third grandmother has a headache all these years, and she can see that she is getting better?" A casserole of Tianma chicken has been stewed......"

But it was quickly blown away by a gust of spring breeze.

Xiao Yuan walked back quickly, but her mind was thinking of Aunt Zhao who she had just met in front of the Shen Mansion.

In her previous life, she was terminally ill, thin with only a handful of bones left, and it was a sunny day in the spring outside the window, and she saw Aunt Zhao taking the children and maids to magnify the swallow kite in the yard.

The blue sky was like a wash, the big swallows flew very high, a black dot dangled around, they giggled and laughed, and their faces were all smiling.

I didn't seem to know that there was a woman here who was dying.

Xiao Yuan pursed the corners of her mouth, she didn't expect that time was like an arrow, the sun and the moon were like a shuttle, and after a few years, even if she was reincarnated, she could still recognize her at a glance.

Speaking of this Aunt Zhao, the girl is a woman, she originally lived in Fuchun Town, and her family opened a pharmacy to make a living.

Xiao Kite is skillful, and will use rush grass to weave grasshopper cages or dumpling leaves around crickets, Zhao Kechun will get it, and he will secretly use a handkerchief to pocket some white chrysanthemums for her to soak in water from the row of small painted red drawers in the medicine cabinet.

Later, Zhao Kechun's family moved to the capital, and the two broke off contact, but they didn't expect to bump into each other today, and there was a difference from the bottom of their previous life.

There is a flatbread fritter stall on the side of the road, a middle-aged man is cutting noodles shirtless, and his mother-in-law is holding a long bamboo chopstick, picking up the swollen fritters in the nourishing oil pot, and inserting them into the wire cage to stand.

Xiao Yuan took out a copper plate from his sleeve and threw it into the box, asking for a plum vegetable patty and a fried dough stick, his sister Xiao Rong's favorite breakfast.

The mother-in-law frowned, her movements were rare and quick, and she wrapped it in brown paper three or five times and handed it to her.

Xiao Yuan glanced at the man peeking at her, couldn't help but smile, took the bridge and got on the Zhuangyuan Bridge, and heard the couple behind her quarrel again.

The people on the Zhuangyuan Bridge have dispersed, and the dragon boats are tethered along the coast, and there are children jumping around and playing in them.

The fortune teller basked in the sun, and when she came back, her eyes lit up, and she shouted from afar: "Xiao Niangzi is rich, why don't you come and calculate when the spring breeze peach blossoms will bloom?" Three copper plates know the marriage! ”

Xiao Yuan didn't have time to pay attention to him, and saw Xiao Rong sitting on the steps in front of the teahouse, holding a big civet cat and crying!