The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Lan Wangshu looked back at the steamer, washed his hands, took out a few small bamboo baskets, spread leaves on them, opened the steamer, let it sit for a while, and then used a small shovel to arrange the snacks.

"Let me do it."

Mo Yici took the tray directly and flew to the second floor steadily.

"elder sister?"

Lan Luochen looked at Lan Wangshu in a daze, feeling a little unhappy. What was so good about this? He would also go and learn. He would have to become more versatile in the future so that his sister would not be impressed by these simple skills and would not be cheated by bad people.

"That's great. We don't have to take the elevator anymore."

"What is an elevator?"

Lan Wangshu came to her senses and realized what she had said. She cursed herself for having such a comfortable life recently and not being cautious at all. She said she should not be like that in the future. She would not show off her differences like other time-traveling girls.

There is one truth she understands: people who think they are smart will not live long. She will arrange a retreat for all the places where she stands out. She is a person of this era, she is Lan Wangshu.

"It's a straight-up-and-down ladder. If you go in, you can reach the top without moving."

“Is there really such a thing?”

Lan Wangyu hugged her thighs curiously, with a look of curiosity on his face.

"Of course, it just requires some mechanisms. When we have time, Xiaoyu and I can study it together, okay?"

Lan Wangyu's eyes were almost full of stars. The thought of it seemed magical. He was filled with motivation and could not hide his excitement. He nodded vigorously.

Lan Wangshu told them to go back to their rooms to play and come to her for cooking when they were hungry. She picked up another tray and walked towards the first floor.

The fragrance of chrysanthemums drifted along the scent of the backyard and reached the noses of He Jinyu and the others.

He hurried forward, took the tray from Lan Wangshu's hand, and steadily placed it on the counter on the first floor.

"I'll go upstairs and serve tea to Jingyang and the others."

Lan Wangshu smiled and glanced at Li Yanhuan who was carefully checking the accounts. He nodded repeatedly, saying that there was still hope.

She walked quickly to the water bar upstairs, took out a glass teapot from under the counter, threw in a chrysanthemum tea bag, poured boiling water over it, and let them drink it. It was definitely better than tea with salt, pepper, etc.

"Jingyang, serve the tea."

She was holding something in her hands and it was inconvenient for her to knock on the door, so she had to raise her voice.

A young man in white opened the door, smiled faintly, and stretched out his hand to take it. Lan Wangshu turned sideways.

"I'll do it."

She put the tray next to the table and the teapot on the revolving table. She didn't know what she was doing with her hands, but the tabletop was fogged up. She took the opportunity to light the candle with a lighter, put it in the tea table, and left with the tray, closing the door, leaving the people inside shocked.

He heard a burst of wows, then smiled secretly, thought of something, put away his smile, and left quickly.

"How about it, my boss, isn't it awesome?"

Zhou Xingnan's proud voice couldn't even be closed by the door, he was so cocky.

As soon as Lan Wangshu left, Mo Yici glanced towards the door. After all, she was a little girl, so he was curious about everyone's reactions. His expression remained calm throughout the whole time, and he also noticed her little movements. This Zui Fusheng was indeed interesting.

In the blink of an eye, it's already the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Dingzhenlou has been very popular since noon, and it is packed with people who all want to taste the side dish called tofu.

Lan Wangshu had the system in his hands, so he was not afraid that the tofu would be out of stock today. He just asked He Yi and Lan Wangyu to pretend. Most of the tofu was bought by her and sent to Dingzhenlou.

Then she returned to Zui Fu Sheng and wrote the poem "Drinking Alone Under the Moon" on the wall. She also added industrial gold powder to the ink, which shimmered with the change of light, echoing the moonlight.

After finishing the Zui Fu Sheng business, I went to Ding Zhen Lou to help. Most people of this era have dinner around five o'clock, so they can go to Zui Fu Sheng after dinner. It's a win-win situation.

Thinking of this, her steps became much lighter.

Lan Wangshu walked into Dingzhen Tower through the back door and watched the lively scene in the front yard from the attic in the backyard.

She didn't know when He Jinyu came behind her, and the footsteps of many people were heard.

Lan Wangshu looked back in surprise, but quickly calmed down.

"Why, you want me to eat the dishes I prepared?"

"We're eating together. It seems that everyone likes to eat tofu. Come on, let's commemorate it."

The two of them ate leisurely, and when they were sitting by the window drinking tea, Mr. He and Mrs. He came over.

Lan Wangshu couldn't help but frowned. She really didn't want to deal with Mrs. He. On the one hand, He Jinyu and Li Yanhuan were both her retreat routes, and it was a win-win cooperative relationship.

Firstly, Mrs. He represents the thoughts of a woman of this era. She can stand from the perspective of the times, but her thoughts really cannot be changed at all. Conflicts are inevitable, so it is best to avoid them.

She quickly stood up and prepared to leave this place of trouble, when she heard the voice of Mr. He behind her.

"Miss Lan, please stay."

Mr. He glanced at Mrs. He, and Mrs. He had no choice but to join in the conversation.

"Yes, Miss Lan, you and I hit it off right away, don't be in a hurry to leave."