It was a courtyard with a wide area. Large areas of trees were planted in front and back, exuding the atmosphere of the Jiangnan water town.

As soon as the car stopped, the door opened.

A woman in her fifties walked out of it.

But seeing her wearing plain cotton and linen short sleeves, kind-hearted and dressed up very cleanly, she saw Meng Qiluo walking out of the car, immediately greeted her and asked politely: "You are Miss Meng, aren't you?"

"Yes." Meng Qiluo nodded, "Aunt Feng is here?"

"At this, my wife is not feeling well and it is not convenient to come out to pick you up, so I have to wait here early."

The woman explained while leading the two into the manor.

As soon as you enter the door, you will find a wide yard.

The surroundings are full of flowers and the scenery is pleasant. After walking a while, an artificial lake with rippling waves appears in front of you.

Next to the lakeside stands a bamboo house.

"This is where the lady lives." The woman pointed at the bamboo house.

"The environment is really good." Meng Qiluo looked around and exclaimed.

"Haha, every grass and tree here is arranged by the lady himself." When she mentioned this, the woman's eyebrows and eyes were filled with smiles.

While speaking, the woman had already led them outside the bamboo house and knocked gently on the door.

"Madam, Miss Meng is here."

"Let her come in quickly." A response was immediately heard from inside, which was a female voice with a little tiredness.

The woman then pushed open the door and a faint smell of herbal medicine rushed out.

Meng Qiluo looked up and saw that the room was not big but very distinctive. There were some picture frames hanging on the light green walls, with flowers, plants and animals inside, each of which was lifelike.

However, if you look closely, you will find that these are not photos or landscape paintings, but embroidery pieces.

I guess these are all from the hands of that famous embroidery master.

With the design of this manor and the exquisite embroidery in front of him, Meng Qiluo has some understanding of Aunt Feng, whom he has not met yet.

After walking a few steps forward, there was a wide landscape screen not far away, with bamboo tables and chairs placed next to it.

When the woman led them to the table, a figure slowly walked out behind the screen.

She was a middle-aged woman wearing a wide-sleeved short jacket. She looked in her forties, with very delicate facial features, but her face was pale and she had an unconcealed haggardness.

When she saw Meng Qiluo, a faint smile suddenly appeared on her face: "Miss Meng, please sit down."

"Aunt Feng, just call me Qiluo." Meng Qiluo smiled, and then introduced Rong Jun's identity, "He is my fiancé."

In fact, from the beginning of entering the door, Feng Ping noticed the boy wearing sunglasses beside her. When she saw the intimate behavior of the two, she knew that they had a very good relationship.

After looking at it carefully again, she couldn't help but exclaim: "It turns out that I am born with a couple."

"Thank you, Aunt Feng." Meng Qiluo smiled faintly, and after a few greetings, he mentioned the serious matter. "I heard from my grandfather that Aunt Feng is in poor health recently and is recuperating at home. I want to come and visit her."

When she finished speaking, Rong Jun put the gift in her hand on the table.

Looking at the exquisite gifts, Feng Ping smiled and said, "Qi Luo, you are so polite."

"It's just some thoughts, Aunt Feng, don't mind." Meng Qiluo changed the topic and pointed to the wall and said, "By the way, these embroidery pieces are all from Aunt Feng, right?"
Chapter completed!