Chapter 103: I'm worried that I'm going to fight the autumn wind again

He pointed to the simple but clean small wine shop on the faΓ§ade and said, "My second cousin's family mainly farms, and when he has nothing to do on weekdays, he manages this small wine shop. ”

Luo Ziwei nodded, "Then let's go in." Okay, you can come and talk to your cousin about the price in a while, and your mother will take care of you on the side. ”

To cultivate a person's ability, you have to find opportunities to train her everywhere.

He was still immersed in excitement, but he was not so nervous, so he and his mother-in-law stepped into the small wine shop in Fuman.

Zhao Fuman had just finished cleaning the wine shop here, and was preparing the ingredients, when he saw that it was his cousin's little cousin, he thought that she was taking the opportunity to catch the market to come to the door to fight the autumn breeze, so he was a little not enthusiastic.

But when relatives came to the door, it was not good not to entertain, so they greeted with a smile, "Yueniang? You're here for the fair? This is ...... Your aunt, right? ”

Because the He family has only been in the Yun family for less than two years, and he doesn't move around with this cousin of the Zhao family on weekdays, Zhao Fuman really doesn't know the old lady of the Yun family, but he can imagine it with speculation, so he asked tentatively.

"Yes, cousin, this is my mother-in-law." He He Yueniang actually felt her cousin's alienation, and her face couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so she endured the discomfort and reluctantly smiled and said good things,

"My mother and I came to the market. I just have a little thing to do, so I'm here today. Cousin Fuman, today is a big gathering, you will definitely have a lot of diners at noon in this wine shop, really Wishing you prosperity. ”

When it comes to making a fortune, Zhao Fuman is trembling in his heart, worried that his family will be beaten by poor relatives.

But he will not slack off on the etiquette that the elders should have, and he is busy bowing to Luo Ziwei and bowing on his back, "Hello Aunt Yun, the junior Zhao Fuman has saluted you." ”

Luo Ziwei didn't take Zhao Fuman's flickering and invisible contempt to heart, and nodded lightly, "Boss Zhao doesn't have to be polite. Our mother and I came to the market today to sell some new recipes. ”

didn't set relatives, and clicked directly to the topic, which can be regarded as she didn't want her daughter-in-law to be embarrassed by it.

"The secret recipe for a new dish? What...... What's the secret recipe for a new dish? Zhao Fuman was a little stunned.

He hadn't heard of any secret recipes for new dishes from his little cousin's in-laws, otherwise, her family would not have been so poor that they would rely on the maiden family of her daughter-in-law, who had not been in the house for a long time.

Speaking of subsidy, Zhao Fuman did not want to see the Yun family.

Who do you say has married a daughter-in-law, and in less than two years, you want your daughter-in-law to go home and fight the autumn breeze to help survive?

But the Yun family did this.

Last time, his cousin's eldest daughter-in-law said this.

said that it was the time of spring ploughing again, and I am afraid that He Yueniang's in-laws would have to come to borrow rice and grain, alas...... On this day, when is it a head?

It is said that the girl who marries is spilled with water, but in the He family, this is not the case.

A few years ago, my aunt and grandmother came back to row, and I finally couldn't bear it anymore, and it was my little girl's turn again.

Really, one by one, what kind of people are they? Don't be a pusher.

Zhao Fuman had such a preconceived idea, mistakenly thinking that Luo Ziwei and He Yueniang's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law came to his house to borrow food from the autumn breeze.

But as soon as I heard the secret recipe of the new dish, I was even more stunned, "Auntie, I don't know what kind of dish you said about the secret recipe of the new dish?" ”

Cold cuts, hot cuts, which one of them?

Luo Ziwei didn't answer, but looked at He Yueniang.