Chapter One Hundred and One: Pastry
Han Yingxue took the snack and said, "Such a good thing, how can Sister Wan send it to me?"
"Sister Xue'er and I are polite, by the way, I heard that the fourth aunt gave birth, right, can I go and see the fourth aunt?"
Han Yingxue saw the sincerity of what Han Yingwan said, so she nodded.
People are not too demanding, so they can't stop her.
"Fourth aunt!" Han Yingwan called out to Zhao sweetly.
"Wan'er, why did you come back?" Zhao happily beckoned Han Yingwan to sit down in front of her.
She glanced at Han Yingwan with both eyes, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Wan'er is really getting more and more beautiful!"
Han Yingwan smiled shyly and said, "Fourth aunt." Don't laugh at me! ”
"The fourth aunt is serious about telling you, where is the joke you mean!"
Zhao looked at Han Yingwan, and he was indeed getting better and better. Especially dressed up, it's almost the same as Miss Everybody.
The pleated skirt of the cardigan, made of peach-colored fabric, with some embroidered patterns on it, is really beautiful. I've never seen this in the countryside. There is also a silver hairpin on the head, so you can buy it, right?
Now Han Yingwan is sixteen years old, which is the age of a flower. Obviously, her Xue'er is also thirteen years old, but when the two of them stand together, one is obviously like a female doll, not thin, and the other is slim and well-developed.
Comparing Xue'er with Han Yingwan, Zhao's nose was a little sour.
Han Yingwan chatted with Zhao for a few words, and then went back.
"Mother, eat a snack!" Han Yingxue opened the food box and handed the dim sum sent by Han Yingwan to Zhao.
"Wait for Ying Wen Yingwu to come back, let them eat first, right?"
"Those little ghosts are playing crazy outside, I guess they won't come back until dark, mother, you eat first!"
Han Yingxue said, took out a piece of osmanthus cake from the box, and stuffed it into Zhao's hand.
"Cher, you eat too."
"I don't like to eat, mother, you can eat!"
She really doesn't eat these sweet pastries.
Han Yingxue licked the corners of her mouth, she has been here for so long, and she hasn't eaten chili peppers. I really miss the taste that irritates the tongue.
It's a pity that chili peppers haven't been discovered in this era, and Han Yingxue is a little frustrated when she thinks that she can't eat chili peppers here for the rest of her life.
Zhao ate again and again, and nodded with satisfaction. "Cher, this expensive thing is delicious."
"Mother, do you like to eat?"
"Hmm!" Zhao nodded with a smile, and said, "This thing is valuable, and you can't eat it every day if you like it, right?"
"What is this, when our family has money, I will buy you as much as you want to eat, mother! No, I'm looking for the best pastry chef in the country to make pastries for you at home every day! ”
Zhao's face showed a gentle smile, and a somewhat rough hand covered Han Yingxue's forehead, and said, "Don't think about buying delicious food for your mother all day long, and think about yourself first when you have silver." Look at Ying Wan, how beautiful the clothes you are wearing, next time you go to the town to buy a good cloth, and your mother will make clothes for you. ”
"Mother, I think I'm good like this......"
Although it was a coarse cloth dress and pudding, it was neat and clean.
"How's that going to work!" Zhao frowned, and said earnestly: "You are almost at the end of your life now, and when you reach the age of discussing relatives, you have to dress up yourself, right?"
Her Xue'er, in terms of dress, although not too good, is definitely not much worse than other female dolls in the village.
A few black lines appeared on Han Yingxue's forehead, it turned out that her mother cared about her family affairs.