After dressing as a widow

"Put it on Shuanzi's desk. There is water in the house, so pour it yourself."

The papers for copying the stories were bought by Lin Zhen at the bookstore and cut to about the same size, which was just enough to write the first half of the two stories of "Mei Niang" and "The Immortal Journey". At the point of making people crazy, Lin Zhen can imagine how people who like these two stories will scratch their heads.

After Lin Zhen finished talking with him, he went back to rub the pearls, while Zhong Yan put the copied paper on Gu Shuanzi's table, came to Mrs. Chen's side, picked up a bamboo tube and paste oiled paper with Mrs. Chen.

Madam Chen didn't want to ask him to do this, she glanced at Lin Zhen, Lin Xiaoyao and others who were busy, and told him to put it down.

Her Yan'er is a scholar, so it's fine if no one sees him at home, but if he is seen doing these dirty jobs outside, he will be criticized in the future.

Zhong Yan stood next to her and whispered: "Uncle Lin and the others are not that kind of people."

Mrs. Chen couldn't refute this. She is a very traditional woman. Before marrying Zhong Yan's father, the family had no shortage of food and drink, so she learned the rules by ten percent, and she didn't leave the door. not step.

But Zhong Yan's father was a boy, and his family was poor. After the two got married, their life was not very rich.

Fortunately, Zhong Yan's father had a good temper, although he was educated, he was not coquettish, so Mrs. Chen had a good life of playing music and music for several years.

It's a pity that God doesn't have eyes, when Zhong Yan was only four years old, Zhong Yan's father fell ill and went away in a daze, and she was left with Zhong Yan and her mother-in-law to live.

Mrs. Chen can't do anything, she can only use the little clothes-making skills in her hand to exchange some money for a living. All these years, her eyes are almost blinded because of Zhong Yan's study, and her hands are also deformed due to years of starching and washing clothes. Peeling, just looking at the hands, I thought it was the hands of a 80-[-]-year-old woman.

Lin Zhen is different from the younger brothers, no, and the girls that Mrs. Chen has met.

He obviously doesn't look like the virtuous and virtuous appearance Mrs. Chen admires and likes, which makes people panic when they look at him, but his temperament is completely opposite, just like the sun in the sky, emitting heat all the time, making people warm and even Don't dare to look too much, for fear of burning your eyes.

Zhong Yan holds the pen with his fingers all the year round, and there are thin calluses on his thumb and middle finger, which make a slight sound when rubbed on oiled paper.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Lin Zhen who was rubbing things with a few children in the kitchen, and he was still thinking about the two stories he had embellished and copied.

He felt that Lin Zhen was really weird. He was a brother, but he could read and write, and he could write wonderful scripts, but his characters were ugly...

Suddenly, out of the corner of Zhong Yan's eye, he saw Lin Zhen's son, and Shuan Zi glanced at him, with no expression on his face.

He himself is a person with relatively few emotions and a shallow temperament, but the child's behavior at this moment is different, at least it should not appear in an eight-year-old child.

Lin Zhen didn't know that the little brat and Zhong Yan had bared their fangs, and led them to finish rubbing the pearls, rolled them in a dustpan filled with tapioca flour to ensure that the pearls would not stick together, and then put them into the boiling water. Cook in a pot.

"Okay, the pearls are boiled. After cooking, pour it into cold water to cool down." The originally scheduled opening date was postponed for three days due to a series of preparations. Until now, it is finally only the final finishing work.

He ran up and down these days, saying he wasn't tired would be a lie, his calves are still sore now.

But thinking that tomorrow is the opening day, the spirit is full again.

Lin Zhen went outside, picked up a bamboo tube cup, and saw that the blue bamboo tube on the outside showed a slightly beige color, but because it was a fresh pillar, it also gave off a kind of comfortable laziness. green.

The top of the bamboo tube cup is about as high as a palm, a plum blossom is engraved with a few pens on the tube, and the bottom is as wide as three fingers. The pasted oil paper has already contained a small scroll of the story of "Mei Niang".

The same is true for the sword cup, engraved with a simple back figure with a sense of fairy style, and a small scroll of "Xiantu" sealed in oiled paper.

During this period of time, not only energy and time were spent, but also a lot of money. After Lin Zhen rented out the shop, he spent more than 30 taels of money one after another, and he only had a little money left in his hand.

So the next step is to tighten your belt to live, or to eat hot and spicy food, it depends on tomorrow.

Putting down the bamboo cup in his hand, Lin Zhen said, "I'll make some for you to taste when the pearls are cooked, I definitely don't have time to care about you tomorrow."

From Lin Zhen's process of making milk tea, Lin Xiaoyao felt that the taste of milk tea must be delicious, and she couldn't help drooling when she heard Lin Zhen say that.

And the last batch of bamboo tube cups under Mrs. Chen's hand was finished, she was embarrassed to stay here to eat and drink, so she got up quickly and said: "Brother Lin, the cups are all finished, then Xiao Yan and I will go back first." , and the remaining clothes will be delivered in three to five days."

Everyone is at home, so there is no reason to leave without eating.

Lin Zhen called her to stop: "It won't matter if the clothes are ready in a few days, Mrs. Chen, watch your eyes carefully, and don't move when it's darker."

"Besides, Mrs. Chen, you are afraid that what I made will not suit your appetite, so you left in such a hurry."

"No, no." Mrs. Chen saw it for real just now. What kind of pearls did Lin Zhen put in so much sugar, how could it not taste good, but...

Lin Zhen, a young expert in keeping people, said: "If you sell it, you have to sell it to others. Why can't your own people eat it? Mrs. Chen and Xiao Yan try it, it can be regarded as giving me a taste."

Miss Chen couldn't resist him, she looked at the smiling Lin Zhen, and sat back in the seat she had just been in.

Lin Zhen fished out the boiled pearls and poured them into cold water to stir them up. He boiled the high-quality tea leaves he bought before soaking in water, and then brought out the goat milk that had been boiled last night.

Into the simple bamboo cup for Mala Tang, pour goat's milk, tea, pearls, and sugar according to the proportions I figured out: "Shuanzi, bring a bamboo straw."

The bamboo basket for the bamboo straws happened to be at Gu Shuanzi's side, so Lin Zhen yelled.

Gu Shuanzi grabbed a handful of bamboo straws and handed them to Lin Zhen. Lin Zhen inserted them into the quilt one by one, and then called Gu Shuanzi, "Give them to Grandma Chen and Brother Zhong."

He himself called Mrs. Chen Aunt Chen, so Gu Shuanzi, as his son, could call Mrs. Chen grandma and Zhong Yan brother.

Gu Shuanzi picked up two cups of pearl milk tea without blinking, and walked up to Mrs. Chen: "Grandma, your milk tea."

Then he looked at Zhong Yan.

The distance between the two is only an arm's length away, this time Zhong Yan sees it better than before and understands that this kid doesn't like him.

But Zhong Yan couldn't figure it out, it seemed that he had never done anything that would make him feel disgusted.

Moreover, Zhong Yan found that the child was born with no resemblance to his Adie Lin.

Lin Zhen's eyebrows and eyes are extremely beautiful and tender, but this child is born with a deep-seated ruthlessness.

Gu Shuanzi put the milk tea on the table next to him: "Brother Zhong, your milk tea."

"Thank you." On a scorching hot day, a layer of goose bumps appeared on Zhong Yan's arms for no reason.

After serving the milk tea for the two of them, Gu Shuanzi went back to the kitchen, and Lin Zhen handed him the last cup of pearl milk tea, thinking that his son was so small that he was a good boy.

He bent down and whispered in Gu Shuanzi's ear, "I added more pearls for you, you should try it."

In the word pearl, there is a real word.

Gu Shuanzi took the pearl milk tea that he handed to him by himself, wrapped the straw in his thin lips, sucked it slightly, and the liquid mixed with tea, goat's milk and sugar entered the mouth smoothly, it was fragrant and refreshing, and The freshly made pearls inside.

Soft, bouncy, with a wonderful mouthfeel bursting between the teeth.

"How is it?" Lin Zhen who was standing next to him asked.

Gu Shuanzi bit the pearl in his mouth: "It's delicious," looking into Lin Zhen's eyes, he added, "It's very good."

"Hey, that's good." Satisfied, Lin Zhen asked the others, "Is it to your liking? Is there too much sugar?"

The happiness brought by sweetness cannot be replaced by many things. Whether it is Lin Xiaoyao, Lin Shitou, Lin Zhuzi, or the reserved Chen Niangzi and Zhong Yan, they are all conquered by the wonderful taste of milk tea. He was surprised when he asked. Feedback in .

Lin Zhen picked up his own cup, and now he is all right, everything is ready, the only thing he owes is the east wind.