After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Lin Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously recalled the actions just now. In any case, they had nothing to do with stealing words.

She just thought they were childish words: "Shuangshuang knows what the word 'steal' means?"

Hearing this, Zhang Shuangshuang raised his head proudly: "Taking other people's things without their consent is stealing."

"But what I eat is all my own, so how can I call it stealing?" Lin Zhiyu deliberately teased her.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shuangshuang said again: "Grandma only let me eat alone, and didn't let you eat too, so my sister ate it secretly just now."

Mother Fang, who was standing aside, was also dumbfounded.

What kind of fallacy is this?

"As expected of my daughter, she is so smart."

Zhang Fugui, who left the table early, walked over and hugged Zhang Shuangshuang.

Zhang Shuangshuang was also filled with joy when she saw her father. She grabbed the Taishi Cake on the side and handed it to Zhang Fugui: "Dad, eat it!"

Lin Zhiyu didn't really want to have contact with Zhang Fugui, so he picked up another piece of osmanthus cake and wanted to go back to the east chamber.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shuangshuang grabbed her again: "Sister, don't eat secretly."

Mother Fang couldn't stand it anymore: "Little miss, why can Mr. Zhang eat this pastry, but the big girl can't?"

Zhang Shuangshuang couldn't explain why, so he just started crying at the top of his lungs.

"Sister just can't eat it!"

Zhang Fugui was shocked. The nobles were still there. If he disturbed their elegance, wouldn't his son's official position be ruined?

He took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Lin Zhiyu's hand and put it back on the plate intact: "Well, okay, sister won't eat it."

"Daddy, eat."

Zhang Shuangshuang moved the plate towards Zhang Fugui.

"This one belongs to daddy, and that one belongs to daddy too."

Zhang Fugui pinched her little face and said proudly: "My daughter is really sensible."

Mother Fang frowned. It looked like Fugui hadn't read any books at first glance, and it taught Zhang Shuangshuang bad things!

"Master Zhang, young lady, there are not so many rules in our Prime Minister's house."

Mother Fang's face was not very good. Lin Zhiyu also grew up under her eyes. How could he be bullied by an outsider!

She called this blessing "Sir" just for Zhang Xiuli's sake.

Probably because of Zhang Fugui's presence, Zhang Shuangshuang also gained some confidence: "My sister is a woman, so she is of no use except getting married. My father works very hard outside, so of course he can eat."

Zhang Fugui nodded approvingly from the side: "Yes, what girls eat and use, isn't it all men who work hard outside?"

After speaking, he took one bite and swept away all the pastries on the table.

"What a starving ghost reincarnated!"

Mother Fang was a little angry and cursed softly.

Zhang Fugui heard this and wiped his mouth: "Did I not say it wrong? This girl is a loser."

"Unlike my son, he can still become an official and make his ancestors look good."

Zhang Shuangshuang didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all, and even clapped her hands and said, "If daddy likes it, give it to daddy!"

Lin Zhiyu was so angry at this shameless remark that he almost lost his breath.

If it weren't for Mrs. Lin being in such a good mood today, she would have really wanted to go crazy on the spot and cover Zhang Fugui's face with all the cakes!

One more thing to say, don’t eat any big or small ones!

But Lin Zhiyu just went through these things in his mind. He Wangfeng had just been sent away today, and if it started again, it would probably be another sleepless night.

"Mother Fang, I see that my uncle likes pastries very much. Why don't we send more to the west wing in the next two days and the money will be taken out of my account. What do you think?"

There was some doubt in Mother Fang's eyes. This big girl didn't hit or scold her, but she still asked her to send more cakes?

Lin Zhiyu emphasized again: "Remember to send it every day."

Mother Fang came back to her senses and said yes.

She has long disliked this family, and now that the eldest girl has come forward, she is eager to punish these people!

Zhang Fugui was so focused that he didn't understand the meaning of Lin Zhiyu's words. He thought it was because Lin Pengsheng was here that Lin Zhiyu didn't dare to do anything to him.

He shook his head proudly and acted like an uncle: "There are many things that I don't want to talk about. You are such a pampered and disrespectful girl. When the time comes to marry into your husband's family..."

Lin Zhiyu didn't want to listen to his long talk, so she rubbed her ears, turned around and left.

"Hey, eldest niece, where are you going?" Seeing that his speech was interrupted, Zhang Fugui felt a little embarrassed, "Young man, you are just spoiled!"

Mother Fang put on a smile and brought up another box of cakes: "Mr. Zhang, there are some here. This is not only the eldest girl's wish, but also the wish of the Prime Minister and the old lady. You have to eat it." over!"

Zhang Fugui had never seen such a good thing before in that small Huaning County, so he was naturally overjoyed.

"It's just pastries, it's not filling. Why are you so polite?"

His hand took the pastry honestly.

Mother Fang turned her back, and the smile on her face disappeared immediately.

She walked to the kitchenette and cleared her throat.

"Mother Fang, what are the old lady's orders?" Several resting cooks and maids stood up in fear.

"That's right. Mr. Zhang likes our pastries very much. He said that from now on, we won't have to serve him food anymore, and we will all serve pastries instead."

Mother Fang ordered coldly.

Some people raised doubts: "Pastry is sweet, so it's fine as a snack, but how can it be eaten as a meal?"

"That's what I'm told from above, just do it."

The people below understood immediately: "Mr. Zhang loves sweets. Please pay attention and add more sugar!"

"Yes!" The woman in charge of making pastries responded repeatedly.

The cool evening breeze blew through the courtyard, rustling the ivy on the walls.

In the east wing, Lin Zhiyu was leaning on the couch, flipping through the book at hand.

"Squeak-"

Hearing the noise coming from the window, Lin Zhiyu didn't even raise his eyes: "A prince who climbs over the courtyard wall all day long, isn't he afraid of making people laugh if the news spreads?"

Seeing that he was exposed as soon as he came in, Zhou Zijin simply patted the folds on his clothes and complained: "I'm not your brother yet."

"I wanted to find an excuse to come to you, but he half-pushed and half-pulled me out of the house. I couldn't turn around and come back. I had to repeat the same trick and climb over the wall of your house."

He walked up to Lin Zhiyu and gently took the book from her hand: "Your husband is here and you don't even look up?"

"What husband? We haven't even gotten married yet." Lin Zhiyu smiled and hit the back of his hand.

Zhou Zijin coughed lightly: "Almost."

"The Ministry of Rites has chosen a date, it will be the 19th day of the seventh lunar month."