Outside the flower hall, footsteps came.

Huo Yixiao looked up in the voice and saw Cao and Madam Hu.

Cao smiled and said, "I guess you've eaten almost the same food, so let's take a look."

Seeing this, it was indeed the same as she expected.

Except for Huo Yixiao, the rest were drunk and sat on the chairs one by one.

This is not the first time the Wen family is working as an owner. Cao knows the alcohol tolerance, temperament and time of returning to these younger generations are appropriate.

She observed it and confirmed that no one was drunk enough to feel uncomfortable, so she felt relieved.

These wines are excellent, and no one can get bored when drunk. Just take a break and relieve the energy.

Cao said to Huo Yixiao: "There is sobering soup in the kitchen, and I'll send someone here later."

Huo Yixiao responded, "Okay".

"It's not too late, so don't rush back. You can leave after the alcohol has passed, so as not to let the carriage go pounding and vomit," Cao said, "Brother Zhen rested at home, and it's troublesome to go back and forth. The eldest son and the others have to worry about giving it to my son-in-law."

When Huo Yixiao heard her detailed explanation, he suddenly thought of Mrs. Huo, and bent his lips and chuckled, "No trouble, just go along."

Just as he was talking, Wen Zifu was back.

The yamen worked hard all day, and when they were about to go to the yamen, they were delayed due to the progress of the case. Wen Zifu had not used a bite of supper until now.

His body was exhausted, but he was very energetic.

Although the things that Yuan Ji told him would not have immediate effect on the overturning of the case by the Marquis of Pingxi, it would be effective in attacking the Shen family.

Everything is difficult at the beginning.

If Liang Guizhong "rebels" first, there will be a second and a third one.

Similarly, if Yuan Ji confessed his crime and surrendered himself, he would also let the unstoppable follow him into Shuntian Mansion.

Wen Zifu couldn't wait to tell Mrs. Gui that everything would develop in the direction they hoped.

As soon as I entered the yard and saw the light in the flower hall, Wen Zifu remembered that there were guests at home today.

As elders, it is not suitable to mix with the younger generations’ gatherings.

Wen Zifu originally wanted to go along the corridor and go directly to the backyard through Yuedong Gate, but he saw Cao being there, so he went over and took a look.

"This is," Wen Zifu was stunned, "Are you drunk?"

"It's almost done, it's going to be uncomfortable to drink it again," said Cao. "Have you eaten by the master? Let Madam Wu make some more?"

Wen Zifu was thinking about what to eat, but when he saw Huo Yixiao salutingly called "Uncle", he left all his thoughts on the case.

Yuan Ji was sent to Shuntian Mansion by Huo Yixiao, so he had to talk about "progress" to the fourth young master.

"Just make a couple of them," Wen Zifu answered casually to Cao, and then turned back to see Huo Yixiao. "Mr. Bi just asked Yuan Ji, and I happened to talk to the fourth young master."

Cao was ridiculous and sarcastic: "How could you ever eat wine and talk about things!"

"I'm not drinking much, I'm awake," said Wen Zifu, "Madam, don't worry, I'm responsible."

Cao left the flower hall as he said, and asked Madam Hu to go to the kitchen to explain, and stood in the corridor and quietly curled her lips.

How can Wen Zifu behave properly when he eats wine?

Forget it, anyway, it’s not the second master who has eaten wine today, but the third uncle.

All of the people in the flower hall are better than the second master’s wine.

Wen Zifu found another chair and sat down, saying, "Mr. Bi has sorted out Yuan Ji's confession and will be presented to the emperor tomorrow. If this case can make such progress, I have to thank you for your own sake."

Huo Yixiao reached out to grab a peanut, twisted the red clothes with his fingertips, and said, "No need to see this, it's also right."

Wen Zifu lowered his eyes and smiled.

Indeed, the family shouldn't have spoken two families.

In-laws should also support each other.

But Wen Zifu has seen too many unreliable in-laws.

Let’s not talk about other families. It was Yuan Jie’er’s ex-husband Ruan’s family. After getting married, her husband and mother-in-law were picky about Yuan Jie’er. Some problems occurred in Ding’an Hou’s Mansion, and they couldn’t wait to belittle them. Basins of dirty water were poured over. They were obviously scholars, but there were sewage everywhere.

It’s a blessing that he is divorced. Otherwise, Sister Yuan would suffer a lot.

Of course, there are also reliable ones.

Like Taifu Xia, he actively runs around when his in-laws suffer and never gives up.

The one who suffered that day was the Marquis of Pingxi, and the old tutor won the end for them. Similarly, if the Marquis of Ding'an, the old tutor would have done his best.

The Xia family is like that.

Wen Zifu admired them very much, so he would not think that it was stupid to do his best for his brother-in-law.

Only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.

They have given sincerity and persistence, so when the fourth young master treats each other with sincerity and hard work, they can take it with both hands and have a clear conscience.

They are really married very well.

This is good, not the origin of the fourth young master, not the dragon blood on his body, but his temperament.

Even though he didn't eat alcohol, Wen Zifu felt a little awkward.

He really wanted to talk to Huo Yixiao about Sister Yan.

Yan Jie'er's meticulousness, gentleness, cheerfulness and positiveness...

There are so many advantages that he doesn't know where to start the first sentence.

Wen Zifu shook his head with a smile. In fact, there was no need for him to say that the fourth young master must know that Yan Jie'er is good, and that he also knows that Yan Jie'er is good.

Fortunately, the food delivered to the kitchen made his emotions dissipate a lot.

What I gave Wen Ci was warm and sober soup that was just enough to be eaten, and what I gave Wen Zifu was a bowl of sliced ​​Erchuan.

Lin'an people, Lin'an taste.

When Wen Zifu smelled the fragrance of Pianerchuan, he dissipated not only with emotion, but also with fatigue.

Madam Hu prepared a small bowl and asked Huo Yixiao: "Does my son-in-law want to try it too?"

Huo Yixiao took it.

The hot noodle soup was made of pickled vegetables by Madam Wu himself. When the bamboo shoots were produced, the bamboo shoots were also very fresh.

Wen Zifu took a sip of the soup first. The taste of it has been very familiar and comfortable since he was a child.

Huo Yixiao took a sip and said, "A Yan learned the skills of making films from Madam Wu, right?"

Wen Zifu asked: "Jie Yan made a movie in Erchuan?"

"Made," Huo Yixiao thought for a while and said, "At first I used the pickled vegetables prepared by the chef in the house. She said that the taste was still somewhat different from Lin'an. Later, when Madam Wu made pickled vegetables, she would also give some to Dafeng Street. She used this when making sliced ​​rice at home...

I also like to eat these, such as Chia Chuan, Rice Cake Soup, and it’s hot. A Yan said that Jiangnan calls this kind of "stomach".

Wen Zifu heard Huo Yixiao say that such trivial matters in life made him squint his eyes.

Eat noodles in one bite and drink soup in one bite.

"Yes," Wen Zifu nodded in agreement, "falling his stomach."

Feel more comfortable in the body.
Chapter completed!