"Third aunt, even if you work slowly and work carefully, you can't do it so slowly, right, you call me to sell a flower for a tael of silver?"

Song Ying hired an eighty-year-old lady to make flowers, and she could be better than Sangu.

Song Sanyan was slower than when she first made flowers and dumplings, kneading the dough, she took a look at the yard, and even had to count how many branches there were on the walnut tree, and how many feathers the sparrows flying in the sky were.

Song Sanyan came back to her senses, Wu Fajia asked her to learn to make flowers, but not for her to work hard to make flowers for Song Ying.

"Ah, I'm ......

Chapter 141 of "The Lady of the Peasant Gate is Blessed" It has to be Master Wen is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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