Qin Xiangxiang's eyes widened suddenly, revealing a shocked look of "This is not a joke".

Last time in Fan Lou, didn't you have an opinion about Mu Ting?

Suddenly asked her to make friends with Mu Ting?

Nangong Wenyue began to grind tea again, with a beautiful posture: "Or you and him have long been friends." ”

"He came out of nowhere, and he had to follow me." Qin Xiangxiang argued.

Nangong asked Yue to glance at her, and Qin Xiang Xiang revealed a shallow wine vortex: "But now it seems that it can be regarded as a crooked fight." ”

"Clever words." Nangong asked the moon and said again.

Scold. This time, Qin thought about it and didn't defend it.

"Song Shizi's case, when will it be solved?" Qin Xiang asked Nangong and the moon.

Nangong Wenyue, who has always been confident, shook her head slightly: "It hasn't been found out yet." ”

Qin Xiangxiang was very stunned: "You didn't even find out?" She also thought that Nangong Wenyue had already known the truth, just like Li Zhuang's case, but she didn't release it.

"The murderer is more hidden." Nangong Wenyue only said this.

"But you don't have to worry about Qin Wanwan, Liao Haohai has already done almost everything for her, I believe she will be able to clear her grievances and get out of prison soon."

"Who's worried about her?" Qin thought about muttering, but in the end he couldn't help but say, "You didn't persuade Liao Haohai to let him not do something, well, something like that?" She didn't believe it, the last time Qin Wanwan went to Tianxianglou to offer her beauty, Nangong Wenyue didn't realize it.

"I've never been persuasive." Nangong Wenyue carefully looked at the milled tea, not very satisfied.

Qin Xiangxiang raised his eyebrows, paused and asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

"It's gone."

Qin Xiangxiang couldn't help but say: "Last time in the morning market, what were the identities of the two dead soldiers who assassinated me and Mu Ting?" ”

Nangong Wenyue started grinding tea again, without even raising his eyes: "Didn't Mu Langjun go to check?" ”

Qin Xiangxiang couldn't help but clasp his hands to his chest: "In this way, you and Mu Ting seem to be in a group." ”

Nangong Wenyue didn't answer her, but said, "Go back and sell cakes." Oh, there's a veil here, wipe your face, it's ugly. ”

Scold. Qin thought about it and ignored him.

More than 200 spring leek pancakes were sold out before dawn, and they were not sold out, and there were about twenty or thirty left.

Qin Xiangxiang looked at the red-sleeved sallow face and suggested, "Next time, we can wrap our faces with a headscarf." She just saw that the other little ladies on the dock did just that.

Red Sleeves was a little apologetic: "Yes, big lady." She also saw that the people on the dock thought that they were very sick, and who dared to come to buy cakes?

The road was still creaking back, and when it was almost at the mouth of the watermill alley, a carriage with a green roof came from the opposite side, obviously turning into the alley.

Qin thought about it, and his heart jumped: It can't be that Kangde Junjun is here again, right? Although she will quarrel, her emotions have been tense in the quarrel, which will have a great impact on her body.

"Lady Qin." Mavle, who was driving, stopped the carriage and said hello to Qin, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

It turned out to be Yao Erlang.

Yao Erlang was ordered by Mu Ting to send Mrs. Fan and Mrs. Fan back. Originally, Mrs. Fan was determined to keep a vigil for her husband for seven days, but her health was not good, and she was made a big fuss by Wang Lian'er yesterday, and her physical condition deteriorated. I fainted last night, and I fainted again today, I was dizzy, I didn't think about it, and there were signs of following Fan Yanguan. Mu Ting persuaded Fan Xiaoniang: "Ling Zun has gone, Ling Tang's body is important, let's go back to the waterwheel alley to recuperate first." ”

Yesterday, Mu Ting saved her mother and her, and Fan Xiaoniang had a sense of admiration for Mu Ting, and quickly agreed.

Little lady Fan must not have expected that it was Mu Ting who reported her father for being greedy for ink.

Yao Erlang escorted people back and was about to leave, Qin Xiangxiang stopped him with a smile: "Yao Erlangjun, please wait a moment." ”

The young master didn't say that he would go back immediately if he sent people back. When Yao Erlang came over, he had already smelled the fragrance of spring leeks floating in the alley of the waterwheel, and his mouth was full of saliva.

As soon as Mrs. Qin retained, Yao Erlang's spirit suddenly brightened: "What else does Mrs. Qin command?" ”

Qin Xiangxiang said: "Yesterday I heard that Lang Jun saved Mrs. Fan, Lang Jun is righteous, the grace of saving life can not be repaid, the shop happened to make some spring leek pancakes, if Yao Erlang Jun does not dislike it, bring some back." ”

Of course, Yao Erlang didn't dislike it, and of course he had to excuse himself: "This, how embarrassing?" ”

While speaking, Qin Xiangxiang had already wrapped the remaining spring leek pancakes neatly, and stuffed a big bag to Yao Erlang: "If it's cold, put it on the fire and burn it, it tastes quite fragrant." ”

With so many spring leek pancakes, Yao Erlang was a little embarrassed: "Then, I'll accept it?" ”

Eating the pancakes was a little strange and tasteless, Qin Xiangxiang lifted the hem of his skirt, took three steps and made two steps, and turned around and said, "Wait a minute, I'll fill you with some pickles." ”

Yao Erlang was flattered. Mrs. Qin is really polite.

However, the young master didn't say that he couldn't ask for Mrs. Qin's things, he accepted it, and it should be fine. Yes, when I lived next door to the restaurant before, in the face of the feeding of Mrs. Qin, the young master ate deliciously. He was not wrong to take it back.

Just thinking about it, I saw Qin Xiangxiang come out with a big clay pot: "Here are pickled vegetables." Every time I want to eat, I use clean chopsticks to scoop some up. ”

Mrs. Qin is so polite! The pickles in this big clay pot are afraid that they won't be able to eat them in ten days and half a month. I don't know if they were still in Jingshi at that time......

But Mrs. Qin is so polite, he is not polite.

Yao Erlang smiled and accepted all the things.

Qin Xiangxiang waved at him: "Yao Erlangjun walks slowly." ”

With so many spring leek pancakes and pickles, Mu Langjun should be able to feel the sincerity of her friendship.

Mu Ting and his party had already left Yizhuang at this time and returned to the rented courtyard.

Because of Su Niang's matter, Uncle Chen was in a low mood, and even Uncle Zhu, who was usually very arrogant, did not speak loudly. But no matter how depressed the mood is, the meal still needs to be eaten. There is a stove room in the small courtyard, and Uncle Zhu knows a little about cooking, so he bought his own ingredients to cook a big pot of dishes for everyone to eat. After all, when I go out to eat every day, the strong men in this yard are too good to eat, so it is more cost-effective to cook them by myself.

Uncle Chen is a native of Jiangnan and likes rice the most, Uncle Zhu carefully cooked a ding, ready to fry some side dishes for dinner, Yao Erlang came back.

As soon as Yao Erlang entered the door, a smell of leeks wafted in.

"San Lang, San Lang, hurry outside, there is a big clay pot in the car, it is for pickles, quickly move it in." Yao Erlang called Zhu Sanlang happily.

Mu Ting was accompanying Uncle Chen, and when he heard Yao Erlang's unusually happy tone, he rushed out as soon as he lifted his robe and took Yao Erlang aside: "Quieter voice!" ”

Yao Erlang then remembered that Uncle Chen had been depressed since he learned that Su Niang was no longer alive, and quickly covered his mouth: "Young master, I was wrong!" ”

It's not that serious, Mu Ting's gaze fell on the big burden bulging in his arms: "What is it?" A stench of leeks. ”

It's a fragrance!

Yao Erlang lifted the big burden up: "Young master, this is a thank you gift from Mrs. Qin, as well as pickles." She said that she thanked us for saving the mother and daughter of the Fan family. ”

Mrs. Qin's thank you?

Mu Ting lifted his burden and saw stacks of spring leek pancakes. The spring leek pancakes are cold, and the fragrance of the spring leeks is gradually becoming stinky.

Zhu Sanlang came over: "Young master, Mrs. Qin baked cakes and sold them on the dock today, but they were not sold." ”

Mu Ting was speechless for a while, and he gave it to him as an unsold pancake. This lady Qin has a good hand.

Yao Erlang really didn't know about it: "Leftovers? That Mrs. Qin is still quite sincere, and she gave us so much. ”

Mu Ting glanced at him fiercely, left with his hands behind his back, and said before leaving: "White-eyed wolf." ”