Accompany by A Fool to do Farming

On the pier in Qingshui Town, as always, there was a lot of excitement, ships one after another, merchant ships left and passenger ships came again.

Qingshui Town is just a supply station at best. The place is small and there are not many people. People generally don't stay here for long, just replenish food and rest.

But gradually, as the business between Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan grew bigger and bigger, many merchants had heard about it, and heard that Qingshui Town produced several particularly delicious foods that made people eat them. Still want to eat.

Therefore, many merchant ships chose to stop in Qingshui Town and then inquired around to find the delicious food. After a meal, those people found Wang Jicheng again and wanted him to provide more twisted dough sticks, and they ate them on the way.

Naturally, Wang Jicheng would not push the business out.

Once he had one that said it was delicious, he would propagate it everywhere. After the propaganda quickly, merchant ships came to the shore one after another and bought a large number from Wang Jicheng.

In this way, Qingshui Town became more and more lively, and merchant ships and passenger ships passing by would go for quite delicious food or Wang Jicheng to buy a batch of food to take away.

It was a sunny day again, and the weather was bright and sunny. Another passenger ship coming from the south docked at the South Wharf of Qingshui Town.

The people on the boat got off the boat one after another. The last ones who got off the boat were two middle-aged husbands in their forties. The clothes looked very ordinary, but the man's husband looked very beautiful, and his age was still charming. Still exist.

There were also two people behind them, one was an elderly man who was about the same age as the previous two, and the other was a young man in his twenties...

Many passers-by kept looking at them, mainly because the appearance of Ah Ma in his forties was too conspicuous.

"Master, madam, young master, they shouldn't be in town. You and the old lady will wait here and get down to find a car." A normal-looking, sturdy, paralyzed man bent over and respectfully said. If Zhong Ziqi and the others were here, they would definitely be recognized. This person is not someone else but Shen Yubei's confidant.

And the two people who were called by Hongying as the master, the wife were not others, they were Zhong Ziqi's grandfather, grandmother, after a long journey, they finally came to Qingshui Town.

"Let's go together." Father Shen waved his hand to let him lead the way.

"Master, go slowly." Shen Ama hurriedly held Father Shen's arm.

"That's right, sir, let's go slowly and don't worry. It's important to pay attention to your health."

The forty-year-old man laughed and said that he is the chief steward of Shen's mansion. He has been serving Father Shen for more than 30 years and has been loyal and loyal, and all major and small matters in the mansion must pass his hands.

Father Shen said in full anger: "I am in good health, I don't need your support." After speaking, he left the two of them and walked forward.

Shen Wang and the housekeeper looked at each other and quickly followed.

Hongying heard the master say that the two young masters are no longer very delicious, so Hongying went straight to the car dealership and rented a carriage with carriages. Master and madam naturally sat in it, while Hongying sat on the left. To drive the carriage, the butler sits on the right and looks at the scenery.

At this time, Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan are busy making stewed pork at home. Although their work house has been built, the manpower is still a problem. Zhao Zhengan is looking for manpower for these two days. Before he can find him, It can only be done by the two of them.

The two of them had just made the amount to be used tomorrow, and the door was knocked when they were drinking water in the house.

"Who is it?" Zhao Zhengan got up and went out to open the door. Usually no one from their family came over, so I don't know who it is at this moment.

Zhao Zhengan was stunned for a moment when he walked over and opened the door. After a while, he recovered and said in surprise: "Grandpa, grandma, you are here? Why don't you send someone to pick you up."

Father Shen outside the door walked around the silly Zhao Zhengan with his hands behind his back: "It's so close, I'm still tossing about what you are doing, it's not that there are no hands or feet."

"Um...I'm afraid you won't find it." Zhao Zhengan scratched his head.

"There is a great shadow." Zhong Ziqi's grandmother patted Zhao Zhengan's arm and said.

"Zhengan, who is it?"

Seeing that Zhao Zhengan hadn't come back for so long, Zhong Ziqi could only hear the voice of words, so he put on shoes and came out.

The two parties were stunned when they met. The first thing Zhong Ziqi saw was a strange old man, cough cough, the old man was not appropriate, but it was indeed a man with gray hair standing not far away, and then he saw it again Looking at him side by side with Zhao Zhengan, a very strange face, Ah Mo, finally he saw Hong Ying, and Zhong Ziqi's eyes flashed with clarity.

And Shen Fu and Shen Ama took a few steps forward with excitement.

"Like... It's so alike." Father Shen muttered to himself, his hands trembling.

Shen Ama was even more excited, and rushed to grab Zhong Ziqi's hand and choked and said, "Brother Qi. I am your grandmother, he is your grandfather...you and your Eminem are really...really alike."

Zhong Ziqi was a little overwhelmed by the excitement in front of her. She looked at Zhao Zhengan for help, and Zhao Zhengan shrugged her shoulders to express her helplessness. Zhong Ziqi can only call someone obediently first: "Grandfather, grandmother."

"Hey..." Father Shen and Shen Aya responded at the same time.

Zhong Ziqi said embarrassedly, "Grandfather, grandmother, let's go in and talk."

"Well, let's enter the room and say." Shen Ama nodded, wiped away tears, and helped Shen's father into the room.

"Is this the new house you built?" Shen Ama asked, looking around.

"Yes, just moved in not long ago." Zhong Ziqi said with a smile.

Father Shen also looked at the surrounding environment furnishings and nodded: "Very good."

A few people sat in the room and chatted for a few words. Zhong Ziqi saw that they were tired and said, "Grandfather, grandmother, you must be tired along the way. I'll cook for you."

"Brother Qi, you are not in a hurry. Your grandfather and I want to see your Eminem first." This is what they are anxious about. They want to see their son, whom they haven't seen in more than ten years, and talk.

Zhong Ziqi's grandmother thought about it and her tears fell again.

"Master, madam, your subordinates know the way, so let them take you there." Hongying said with a paralyzed face, and glanced at Zhong Ziqi, who was obviously inconvenient.

Father Shen and Shen Ama obviously also knew that their grandson was pregnant: "Okay. You take us there, Ziqi rests at home."

Zhao Zhengan's plan to go with him was also rejected by Shen's father.

Only Hongying followed, and the butler stayed here.

Zhong Ziqi obviously didn't know him yet, and asked doubtfully: "This one is?"

The big housekeeper smiled kindly: "My name is Shen Qing, I'm the housekeeper of Shen's mansion, you can just call me the housekeeper, young master."

"I'll call you Uncle Shen." Zhong Ziqi said, calling the housekeeper a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, just listen to the young master." The housekeeper squinted and smiled, and his eyes were a little red. Obviously, he also remembered Zhong Ziqi's Eminem, but he had seen the big one since he was a child.

Zhong Ziqi sat in the room and chatted with the housekeeper, and then went into the kitchen. He didn't know how they tasted, so he could only cook a few dishes with heavy and light tastes.

He was still a little drumming in his heart, not knowing how to get along with them, and his heart was messed up. He happened to calm down in the kitchen and get a clue. His grandfather and grandmother looked very amiable, although his grandfather looked a little serious, but Zhong Ziqi could see that he still treated him very softly, and he had never been as stern as Zhao Zhengan said. This way they can get along better.

"Uncle Shen, how is his grandfather's health these days? Is it better?"

In the room, Zhao Zhengan asked the housekeeper that he and Zhong Ziqi were still very concerned about his grandfather's body.

"The body is okay, you also know that this is a heart disease, and he won't be able to solve it for a while." The housekeeper sighed and shook his head.

"Hey..." Zhao Zhengan also sighed: "I hope my grandfather will see Eminem and want to open up. No matter how you say, there will be me and Ziqi. The great-grandson will be out soon."

The housekeeper also laughed: "Yes, the master actually likes children the most, but Master Bei has never been married."

"Perhaps fate hasn't arrived yet."

"Perhaps…"

About an hour later, Father Shen and the others helped each other back, and everyone tacitly ignored the red eyes of the two.

"Grandfather, grandmother, you just came back, we will have dinner, you can taste Ziqi's craftsmanship, it's alright!" Zhao Zhengan changed the subject with a smile.

The housekeeper nodded appreciatively. He still liked Zhao Zhengan very much. He was clever and clever, and had the eyesight. He would have to compliment anyone who saw him.

"Okay, your grandfather and I will taste Ziqi's craftsmanship." Shen Ama said with a strong smile.

Soon, Zhong Ziqi’s food was ready. Because he was in a hurry and didn’t have many ingredients, he didn’t make a few. He made a soup, two meat dishes, two vegetarian dishes, and the braised pork prepared in the morning. Get a plate. Hongying and the housekeeper couldn't eat with them because of their identity problems. Zhong Ziqi had already prepared and opened another table in the kitchen for the two of them.

"Grandfather, grandmother, you **** craft, and don't know if it suits your appetite." Zhong Ziqi served a few people and sat down and said.

Shen Ama was the first to use chopsticks, and after only one bite of the dish, he immediately praised: "It's delicious, Ziqi is good at craftsmanship. You can try it too."

Shen Ama picked a chopstick dish for Father Shen. Father Shen heard the words and tasted it, and nodded: "It's not bad."

"As long as you like it, let's eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while." Zhong Ziqi said with a smile, squinted.

In the kitchen, the housekeeper was eating, and while eating, he said, "The craftsmanship of the young master is not inferior to the cook in our house. Why do I even think it tastes better than him. What do you mean by Hongying?"

"..."

Hong Ying didn't answer, her face was expressionless, and the steward who was eating at a speed almost as fast as a locust crossing the border was speechless.

But he was afraid of being eaten up by him, so he had to save his old face and grab food from him. Who told the young master that his dishes are so delicious.