The clear underwater shadow swayed, Sun Shangmei frolicked a few times like a goldfish, swam to the shore, and immediately several people wearing cheongsams came over and handed her cotton towels of different thicknesses, a glass of light salt water and a platter of cut fruits.

Sun Shangmei was wet at the back of her head, poured down her shoulders, she drank half a cup of water to replenish her body ions, and lazily soaked half of her body in the pool, which was built with a combination of artificial systems and natural hot springs, comfortable and warm, but extremely closed.

"Miss Sun, lunch is ready, would you like to eat now?" a maid next to her reminded in a soft voice.

Sun Shangmei opened her eyes and looked back and said, "Let's eat wontons, I want the taste of the bell cooked in the alleys of Beijing." ”

The maid and another female chef who was in charge of the food exchanged glances, and the two quietly retreated, but the two shook their heads at each other, obviously not understanding that the dignified Miss Sun family actually liked the taste of the food from the stalls, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas were difficult for them, but the boiled wontons were not the same as Miss Sun's appetite.

"It's ravioli again. ”

The capable chef sighed and walked into the kitchen.

"Star Chef, you used to work in a senior private chef, and you just came, you don't know Miss Sun's past, and you definitely can't make the taste she wants. The green-clothed cheongsam maid walked into the kitchen, glanced back at Sun Shangmei, and whispered, "Miss Sun used to be expensive, but in recent years, she has suffered hardships, and I heard that she and the second master do not deal with each other...... In the future, we don't know who to listen to when we do things in the Sun family. ”

"I believe that Miss Sun will be at the helm of the Sun family. ”

The chef takes out the fine meat filling and rolls out the dough very thinly.

"Why?" the maid put her mouth to the star chef's ear, "Let me tell you, Miss Sun's father and the second grandfather's siblings, the great-brothers killed each other, her father died this time, who do you say it has to do with it." ”

"Huh?"

The rolling pin in the chef's hand falls off the panel.

Just as he was about to gossip, a hand of mutton fat and white jade reached over and held the rolling pin.

"If you two chew on the root of your tongue again, don't do anything around me in the future. ”

The voice was soft, but with an irrefutable tone, the cook and maid turned pale with fright, and bowed their heads again and again to admit their mistakes.

Sun Shangmei did not continue to blame, but in front of the two of them, rolled noodles, wrapped wontons, boiled wontons, and finally cooked a total of two bowls of steaming wontons.

"Little Moth, send a bowl to Aunt Zhu. ”

Sun Shangmei picked up one of the bowls and walked outside the kitchen.

"Yes, Miss Sun. ”

The maid picked up a bowl of wontons on a plate, and when she reached the door, she saw a plainly dressed woman standing in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the ravioli.

"Hmm...... Pure Beijing little wontons, Xiaomei, you girl, when did you steal my craft?" The woman picked up the delicate bowl from the plate, smelled the small fresh wontons, and walked towards the small pavilion next to the pool, walked a few steps, and turned back to the female chef and said, "In the future, learn a little." ”

"Yes, Aunt Zhu. ”

The cook and maid were very respectful to the woman in a green cloth dress, and it was obvious that Aunt Zhu's status in the Sun family was very unusual.

And if Chen Fan is here, he will definitely recognize this woman, who used to be a woman who stretched out the window to sell wontons in that small alley in Beijing, a woman who guarded Sun Shangwu from beginning to end, but did not marry Sun Shangwu.

Now, she appears at Sun's house, right next to Sun Shangmei.

Coming to the pavilion where the reeds were dinging, Sun Shangmei hurriedly moved a position and sat opposite Aunt Zhu, Sun Shangmei was wrapped in a dry cotton towel in her hair, and the hot wontons couldn't cover her exquisite face.

"Aunt Zhu, try my craft, my dad loved to eat it in Beijing at the beginning. Sun Shangmei said with a smile at first, but then she was silent, holding the spoon in her hand and leaning against the bottom of the bowl, looking very hard, her expression darkened slightly.

Aunt Zhu has passed the age of vigorous love, and her emotions are well controlled, she moved one of the wontons in the bowl to Sun Shangmei's bowl and patted the back of her hand, "Eat it, it's not delicious when it's cold." ”

"Hmm. ”

Sun Shangmei's red lips opened slightly, and she bit the wonton one bite at a time, but her appetite didn't seem to be very good, and it took several bites to eat a wonton.

Aunt Zhu stared for a while, put down the spoon, and said, "Xiaomei, I know the contradictions and pain in your heart, but ah, I have to advise you, your father's hatred is, after all, the grievances of the previous generation, and it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong...... Besides, Sun Shangwen is your second uncle...... This vendetta ...... Alas. ”

"Aunt Zhu, I understand. ”

Sun Shangmei barely squeezed out a smile, "When my dad left, he hoped that I could let go of the hatred in my heart, and I didn't want to carry it for the rest of my life, but the second uncle didn't feel any apologies...... He is still trying to take charge of the Sun family again, I don't care about the wealth of the Sun family, but Aunt Zhu, although the wontons are good, they can't be eaten at once, I don't want to sell scarves in the cold winter, and I don't want to even eat a bowl of wontons as a luxury...... If I hadn't met you, if I hadn't met Brother Chen Fan...... I may continue to live unfortunately. ”

Aunt Zhu patted the back of Sun Shangmei's hand and exhaled, "Your father is a stubborn person, so stubborn that he chose your mother at the beginning, and he didn't look at me squarely, when he died, he looked at me squarely, but unfortunately, my feelings for him are just a little more meat filling in the wonton, if you want to say thank you, you should be that young man Chen Fan...... Hey, by the way, Xiaomei, shouldn't you call him Master?

Sun Shangmei swallowed half of the wonton and almost spit it out, her cheeks were slightly red, I don't know if it was hot, she half-covered her face with a tissue, and said in a solemn voice: "Aunt Zhu, Brother Chen Fan is only one or two years older than me, Master, how old is it, except in person, I am really not used to this title." ”

"Really?"

Aunt Zhu's eyes are waveless, but they seem to be able to penetrate everything.

"Hmm...... Aunt Zhu, eat quickly, these dumplings are so delicious. Sun Shangmei lowered her head to eat the ravioli, her face still flushed.

"It's ravioli, Xiaomei. ”

Aunt Zhu shook her head, with a smile on her face, revealing a hint of charm, she was also young and beautiful, but unfortunately, when the flowers were in full bloom, no one appreciated them.

"Aunt Zhu, wontons are dumplings. Sun Shangmei stuck out her tongue.

"Ho. ”

Aunt Zhu saw that Sun Shangmei, who was still in a bad mood just now, and after mentioning Chen Fan, her mood quickly improved, she smiled, like a mother, "Xiaomei, you said that tomorrow, will your Master Chen Fan come to drink laba porridge?"

"Brother Chen Fan, I agreed with him, he will come. Sun Shangmei stuck out her tongue, and before she knew it, the wontons had been eaten, "Aunt Zhu, divide me a few, I'm not full." ”

"Xiaomei, be careful of getting fat. Aunt Zhu smiled.

"Then I won't eat it. Sun Shangmei flattened her small mouth and touched her thin waist with her hand, "Aunt Zhu, you say, will Brother Chen Fan think I'm fat?"