Chapter 61: Old turtle soup (midnight)
Chapter 61 Old Turtle Soup (Midnight)
Tan Anjun glanced over with sharp eyes, the mother and son seemed to be all right, and they were still discussing the arrangement of master and apprentice.
"Mother, who is walking in front?" Belle asked curiously.
"The one walking in front is Monkey King, the one riding a horse is Tang Seng, and the one behind is Monk Sha." Yang Lan'er explained.
"Oh, my mother is wrong, the old hag is at the end." Bao'er protested.
"Giggle... yes, Bao'er is so smart!" Yang Lan'er was amused and smiled.
The man was leading the horse in front, raised his lips, and shook his head fondly at the three treasures on the horse.
Father Yang saw his daughter's family coming from a distance.
Waiting to approach "Ouch! Babies, why are you here? To see grandpa?"
"Grandfather, here we come!"
"Grandfather, let's ride Daddy's big horse." The two babies showed off ostentatiously.
"Okay, not bad, babies are amazing." Patted the little heads of the two.
Tan Anjun took the two babies down and was raising his hand to help his little wife.
Yang Lan'er supported the saddle leg and lifted it, and jumped off the horse's back, with extremely skillful movements.
The cheap man raised his brows with surprise in his eyes.
"Father, I'll take Lan'er to visit the brick kiln."
"Father, let's go take a look." Yang Lan'er said with a smile.
Turning around the brick kiln, I found that the outermost layer of bricks had been sintered and hardened, and it was a bit hot to touch the temperature above.
"Father, the bricks in this kiln have been fired successfully. We can install another kiln next to it tomorrow, and continue to fire like before." Yang Lan'er was still very excited, after all, this was the first time he directed the firing of bricks.
"Okay, okay..." Father Yang was elated, tearful, and couldn't stop talking.
Tan Anjun glanced at his wife, feeling overwhelmed. His little wife was becoming more and more incomprehensible.
Yang Lan'er comforted Father Yang for a while, and waited for him to calm down, and told him to wait until the new kiln was built, and the kiln fired here had almost cooled down, so it could be dismantled.
She turned towards the valley, followed by three men, big and small.
"Miss, are you thinking about where to build the house?" The cheap man took her little hand and asked.
"Well, do you have any ideas?"
Clenched her small hand tightly, put it to her lips and took a sip. Yang Lan'er gave him a glare, trying to pull it back but couldn't. He grinned and said, "The lady has something to do, so my husband will do her work."
Pointing to a place in the valley, he said: "That place is good, flat and wide, far away from the entrance and exit of the valley, off the main road to the entrance and exit of the valley, and far enough away from the cliff behind."
He also pointed to the tree on the west side, "When the house is built, this tree will grow up in a few years. It happens to be in the northwest, and it will gather money! Not far away is a low-lying land, and in the future it will be dug into a pond and planted with lotus. The whole valley For Feng Shui or practicality, that place is the first choice.”
Yang Lan'er looked at the cheap husband's aura of pointing the country, and was stunned and had nothing to say. It was exactly what she thought, and the two chose the same piece of land.
His eyes lit up instantly, and he patted him on the shoulder, "Sir, I will leave the heavy responsibility of building the house to you."
Cheap matchmaker “….”
Yang Lan'er returned to the cave compartment, flashed into the space and came to the study room. Yang Lan'er didn't know what the architecture of this era is like. She wanted to build a courtyard with three entrances according to her own ideas.
Louching on the desk to write and draw, my neck became stiff after the painting was finished.
Come out from the space, it’s the end of the time limit, when the men come back, the food will be on the table, call on the brothers, and carry the dining table to the open space outside the cave.
Now, Father Yang made this table very big, and it can seat fifteen or six people at the same time, which is very convenient.
Everyone smelled a particularly mellow fragrance, which immediately made people appetite and salivate.
Yang Lan'er helped everyone serve a bowl of old turtle soup, and the snow-white soup was presented in front of everyone.
Su Yongyuan couldn't wait to take a sip, his whole body trembled, fresh! There is an indescribable umami taste between the lips and teeth, which cannot be dissipated for a long time, and the aftertaste is long after swallowing.
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