My wife is my pen pal

When Cheng Yuan came home from the teahouse, he was already tired and spread out on the chair. Cheng's mother saw it and felt very distressed.

"Yu'er, take a rest at home tomorrow, don't go." I don't know what Cheng Yuan is doing outside, but seeing her so tired, my heart aches to death.

"Mother, I made a kind of food in the tea house today, called Shaqima, next time I will take mother to try it, today is too busy and Shaqima is gone." Cheng Yuan took Cheng's mother's hand explain.

Two mothers and daughters, one talking and the other listening, until the maidservant arranged the meals.

Cheng Yuan found that eating is the happiest time for him, and the food tastes like home.

Knowing that Cheng Yuan loves meat, every time she cooks, the cook will make more meat dishes, and every time Cheng Yuan eats up all of them.

Today, three dishes and one soup, fried pork with chili, was planted by the cook in the backyard of the kitchen. It was originally planted with flowers, but gradually no one took care of the overgrown weeds, so it was cultivated by the cook to grow vegetables, not to mention, Can save a lot of money.

Tomato scrambled eggs, fried cabbage, and a big radish boiled bone

Stir-fried pork with chili goes well with rice. The home-grown millet is spicy.

The cook has been cooking the big bone since noon. The meat on the bone is so crispy that it falls into the mouth with a light inhalation. With bone marrow, it is really delicious when you dig and suck it with chopsticks.

Cheng Yuan's appetite increased, and Cheng's mother was the happiest. Affected by Cheng Yuan, Cheng's mother also ate half a bowl of rice.

Cheng Yuan himself wanted to write a letter, and if he submitted it to the letter site, he would be making a small contribution. If no one voted, he would be at the bottom of the list anyway.

As soon as I wrote it, I went to the third watch ([-]:[-] midnight to [-]:[-] the next morning), why I wrote it so late, the reason is very simple, Cheng Yuan’s calligraphy is ugly, and brush calligraphy is difficult to write, scribbling and changing, and then time passes. .

next day

Cheng Ji groceries, Cheng Luo got up and opened the store door as usual, planning to clean the door as usual.

"Little brother, where do you want to post the letter?" A very shy burly man was holding a letter with yellowed paper in his hand, looking awkward.

"Just throw it in here," Cheng Luo led him to the box.

"Thank you little brother, I'll buy a foot of coarse cloth," said the big man.

Yesterday, the notice posted at the grocery store said that if you post a letter, you will pay less for shopping. The big man is called Lu Youming. The big man's mother Lu saw it yesterday and was moved. Forced the big man to write a letter, just to save a penny for buying a ruler of coarse cloth.

The big man's father is a doctor, but it's a pity that the big man has no talent, and at most he grabs medicine.

Cheng Luo didn't know anything about it. Only people who bought things would make money.

Slowly, some people will still come to post letters, in twos and threes, including yesterday's son-in-law, and in order to save a penny, they turned out papers from the corner of the house, words written in carbon, and so on.

He Wenwan also sent a servant to vote for one. Her maid was too familiar, if people knew that the letter was from the Second Miss of the He family, it would be bad.

When Cheng Yuan leisurely arrived at the grocery store, half a layer had already been placed in the mailbox.

"Yo, it's not bad," Cheng Yuan said to Cheng Luo.

"Young master, you are here. The letter station that the young master is thinking of is really good. Today's sales are twice as much as in the past," Cheng Luo said.

"You should be more serious about the pairing at night, and put them away according to the number," Cheng Yuan explained.

"Don't worry, young master, I will finish it," Cheng Yuan patted his chest and promised.

Cheng Yuan put the letter he had written into the box, said: "You assign it randomly", and went to the teahouse.

At home, grocery store, tea house, Cheng Yuan has always been this kind of three points and one line.

As expected, there were quite a few people sitting in the teahouse early in the morning. Could it be that everyone likes to drink morning tea?

The shopkeeper saw Cheng Yuan coming, and wanted to come over to say hello, but Cheng Yuan waved his hand to tell him not to worry about himself, go ahead.

It is true that there is not enough manpower, and the shopkeepers are all treated as servants.

The back kitchen is in full swing, and it is very busy. Almost all of them order Shaqima. Occasionally, a few customers who can't wait have to order melon seeds and tea to satisfy their hunger.

Among the guests, there are also people who came to taste for free yesterday, and today they invited friends to come again.

It has to be said that Cheng Yuan's advertisement yesterday worked well.

However, Shaqima’s food is simple and easy to make. At the beginning, it was only sold in its own teahouse, and gradually other teahouses may be able to make it. It seems that it needs to be updated, and new products are often launched.

The idle man Cheng Yuan has nothing to do, so he will go home to plant the land with Cheng's mother. Recently, Cheng's mother and the cook have reclaimed a small garden, planning to grow leeks, make leek dumplings, and make leek boxes.

Cheng Yuan readily went to help.

The mailbox of the grocery store was full of letters. It was incredible. Everyone was in high spirits, and Cheng Luo was also in high spirits. They sorted them randomly, matched the two letters, and sorted them from 0 to 9 according to the numbers on the letter paper. On the shelf, when the sender comes to pick up the exchanged letters, Cheng Luo will take the letter corresponding to the number he wrote down when he randomly assigned it to the sender, and the exchange is successful.

I also have to take care of the store and help exchange letters. The workload is too much. Cheng Yuan asked Cheng Luo to find someone to help. Qian Qing recommended his cousin's son, Qian Lai, A Lai, three months a month. Ten texts.

On the day when you can go to the other party's letters, everyone is more active than expected. Early in the morning, the door is crowded with people, all to get the letters so that they can go to work or do other things.

Fortunately, with the addition of Alai, there is one more manpower, so that we can proceed in an orderly manner, win trust, shoppers, onlookers, etc.

Those who had submitted a letter on the first day received another letter, full of curiosity. Those who had not submitted a letter could only look at it helplessly, regretting in their hearts, otherwise they would have had a 'pen pal'.

"How's it going, have you got it?" He Wenwan couldn't wait to ask Xiaolan just after entering the room.

"Miss, don't worry, I just got it." Xiaolan just got the letter from the servant, and the servant went there early in the morning, but there were too many people.

The letter is very ordinary paper with the number '1123' written on the cover.

He Wenwan carefully opened it. First of all, the characters were of different sizes, thick and thin. He Wenwan smiled unkindly.

It should be a girl. Although He Wenwan sees that the characters are of different sizes, the strokes and strength of the writing should be women.

Dear pen pal:

I am sad carrot, hello.

People always have to forget some things before they can remember other things, just as if someone wants to be close to him, someone is doomed to leave.

Although I am very satisfied with my current life, I can't let go of what happened in the past, and it's hard to relieve my worries, so it's useless to tell me.

sad radish

A big piece of paper only wrote such a little content, He Wenwan is funny and feels sorry for the other party, "You have to forget something before you can remember something", He Wenwan likes this sentence very much.

Dear pen pal?He Wenwan blushed, this person is really...

This letter is easy to understand, without any complicated things, and it looks very refreshing at first glance. It is obviously different from the current one, and it is unique.

With just a few words, He Wenwan has no way to give the other party a specific answer and reply, but the other party is willing to write down his worries, and he must want to get some answers. He Wenwan thought about it and wrote it down.

Xiaolan was studying ink beside her, thinking that the young lady has been happy more and more recently.