The people in Zhuxiang Courtyard were all hot, and Nie Xiaofan also made an exception to use Bingjian. And in the lower room, he cleaned up a room and put two pots of ice for the maids and women to rest and cool. Everyone was grateful, and the two mothers-in-law guarding the door even made bunks in it at night. Liu Yu thought that the left and right were the places where they rested, and she didn't care. I simply added a basin of ice to them at night. Since then, the whole of the Bamboo Incense Temple has become more harmonious.

On this day, there was finally news from Changping. Mama He sent a large agarwood box, which contained poems and songs that the original owner loved to read. It was Mama He who was afraid that Nie Xiaofan would be bored, so she specially packed it and sent it. There is also a letter written by Mama Ho herself. Nie Xiaofan saw Liu Yu's expectant look, so he smiled and handed the letter to Liu Yunian. I happily sat in the circle chair behind the bookcase and listened.

Liu Yu took it with a happy face, and said happily after seeing it for a while: "My mother's illness is cured, and I want to go back to Nie's Mansion to serve the girl and ask the girl for instructions!"

Nie Xiaofan couldn't laugh anymore: Mama He, that's the original owner's nurse. She has been by her side since she was born, and she has been with her mother for longer than her mother. If she comes, even if she is an Oscar-winning actress, she will have to show her stuff! But, does she remember that Mama He is very sick?

Nie Xiaofan felt that he had fallen into the biggest crisis since the crossing. In any case, Mama He can't come now. All the changes in her at this point are not enough to be explained by time.

Looking at Liu Yu with an expectant expression, Nie Xiaofan retracted his thoughts. said: "What else is there in Mama's letter?" Liu Yu saw that Nie Xiaofan didn't say what he promised, he lost his interest a little, and looked down again. Nie Xiaofan just breathed a sigh of relief. I heard Liu Yu say excitedly: "Girl! Great! Sister Qiaoqiao has news!"

"Is it true?" Nie Xiaofan asked eagerly. She was really worried about Zhou Qiaoqiao! Liu Yu looked left and right, and told Fennel to go outside and guard. Cai whispered: "It's true! My mother's letter said that Sister Qiaoqiao has been with her master all along." Because Sister Qiaoqiao is wanted. So they went to the northwest. Knowing that the wanted warrant has been withdrawn, Sister Qiaoqiao misses you and her parents again. Now I have rushed back from the northwest. Soon to Changping. ”

Nie Xiaofan always felt that something was wrong with this, but he couldn't say anything wrong. While pondering, Liu Yu said again: "There is a small piece of paper in the middle. It's a letter written by Sister Qiaoqiao..."

The letter was placed behind Mama He's letter, and Liu Yu had just found out. Nie Xiaofan took it and looked at it, and there were only eight words on the letter: "Cherish yourself, don't remember that you have returned!"

Nie Xiaofan's heart beat for a while, and he hurriedly threw the letter on the table, as if he had seen a beast in the mountains. The letter was a few words. The sisterhood between Zhou Qiaoqiao and the original owner jumped on the paper. If Zhou Qiaoqiao knew that she was an impostor, would she strangle her to death?

In the middle of summer in June, Nie Xiaofan broke out in a cold sweat. She is especially desperate for her life, not to mention that she is even more afraid of death if she has died once.

After a long time, Nie Xiaofan said: "Is this letter written by Qiaoqiao herself?" Liu Yu said: "It should be right, Sister Qiaoqiao always practices calligraphy with the girl, and the slave remembers her handwriting." ”

The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth. Nie Xiaofan smiled and said, "Then Liu Yu, do you still remember my handwriting?" Liu Yu felt that the girl was so strange: "Of course the girl's handwriting slave remembers it!"

"But I almost forgot my handwriting, and I lay down for months without writing. I can't even write anymore. Nie Xiaofan said deliberately.

Liu Yu listened and said, "The girl is going to practice calligraphy, my mother sent you all the calligraphy." Slave maid laid it out for you?"

Nie Xiaofan nodded, and Liu Yu placed her notebook from the box on the bookcase. and carefully polished the ink for her. Seeing that Nie Xiaofan was about to write with great interest, Liu Yu asked tentatively: "Girl, when do you think my mother will come over?"

"I don't think Mama He is too old to come and serve. We went back to Changping after the Mid-Autumn Festival. Nie Xiaofan said solemnly. Liu Yu had heard the girl say that she wanted to go back to Changping, and although she was happy, she felt afterwards that the girl might just be talking in her dreams. Now that the girl said it again, Liu Yu was convinced.

Nie Xiaofan said last time that she wanted to go back to Changping was not a dream, at that time she just watched Liu Xin become a love for power, counting on her to go back to Changping and she could change back. But after knowing Nie Lian's tragedy, Nie Xiaofan felt that Liu Xin's careful thinking was not so important. It is important to stay now and have the ability to protect yourself.

Nie Xiaofan's calligraphy was very ugly, so he sent Liu Yu out and copied the original owner's handwriting. The original owner is also half a talented girl, and the hairpin is very pleasing to the eye. Nie Xiaofan has the heart to practice the words before the Mid-Autumn Festival so that he can see people. It's very serious.

After a cup of tea, Nie Xiaofan could hear the sound of the door opening. I thought it was Liu Yu coming. She was writing carefully with her head down, but she didn't look up, and said, "You came just in time." Go get me some tea. ”

"Girl. Liu Xin called. Nie Xiaofan looked up and saw Liu Xin, who was much thinner, and was not surprised, she pursed her lips and smiled: "Is your illness cured?"

Liu Xin pounced and knelt on the ground: "Girl, don't drive the slave away." The slave doesn't dare to make up her own mind anymore!"

Nie Xiaofan simply put down the pen, leaned back, and said lightly: "I didn't say that I wanted to drive you away." It's good that you know it's wrong. It's just that you're too small to hold things down. I'll listen to Liu Yu more in the future. ”

Liu Xin lowered her head, and suddenly raised her head unwillingly and asked, "Girl, if it was Sister Qiaoqiao who turned things over that day, would you still be angry with her?"

Nie Xiaofan held his forehead irritably: "No." ”

No?

Sure enough, it won't!

Liu Xin held back the tears in her eyes: "Girl, apart from the fact that the slave maid has never recognized a master who knows martial arts, which point is not as good as Sister Qiaoqiao?

Nie Xiaofan said: "I'm not disgusted with you. If Qiaoqiao does this, it doesn't matter what happens. She can take the consequences. So I'm not going to be angry. And you do. I have to bear all the consequences, so I am angry. Nie Xiaofan paused: "Actually, it's not angry, I just think you're still too ignorant!"

Sure enough, I still feel that I am not as good as Zhou Qiaoqiao!

Liu Xin quietly clenched her pink fist. In the end, he lowered his head unwillingly: "Girl, wait for Sister Qiaoqiao to come back." The slave must learn from her!" Nie Xiaofan picked up the pen again, and she really couldn't understand Liu Xin's heart. If Zhou Qiaoqiao went to look at those things, she must have wanted to find out the cause of Nie Xiaofan's illness. But Liu Xin's purpose is to increase his credit! Nie Xiaofan said: "Go and add tea, I'm going to practice calligraphy." ”

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In Jiangfu on Siping Street, Mrs. Jiang is taking four or five dim sum chefs to make pastries. Today, the dim sum chefs worked with Mrs. Jiang to develop a new mooncake recipe.

Mrs. Jiang stood in front of the board and instructed a group of masters to knead the dough and make the filling: "In the past, the moon cake fillings were single, if you change the filling here, or add one or two more, it will be a new taste." ”

Most of the dim sum chefs are middle-aged women from poor backgrounds, and they have great respect for Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang walked up to a master who made the stuffing and tasted the bean paste filling she made. "It's too sweet, lighten up a little sweetness." Try the peanut stuffing in it. The master smiled and agreed. Busy doing what Mrs. Jiang said.