Chapter 211 “Love Letter”

At this time, Jiang Wan was still thinking about growing some honey in the space. The fruit trees inside could collect nectar, and then there would be more honey to eat.

It is not difficult to make ice cream. Beat the sugar and eggs together, then boil the milk until it is slightly boiling, then pour it together and mix well, then freeze it.

You can also add various juices to it to create different flavors.

In addition to fruit ice cream, she also makes red bean, mung bean, yogurt, and various flavors.

She made dozens of cubes and froze many large ice cubes. When the sun in the sky burned like fire in the next few years, these things would be her life.

Dong-dong-dong, there was a weak knock on the door from outside, which sounded feeble.

The coconut squatting in the corner was always staring at the ice cream on the ground, waiting for them to accidentally eat one or two. At this time, someone knocked on the door and disturbed its plan to eat. It called out twice perfunctorily.

Keep staring at the ice cream.

Jiang Wan, who was squatting on the ground in the backyard, busy unmolding the frozen ice cream, pricked up his ears to hear clearly, and said to Father Jiang, who was pouring milk into the mold and continuing to freeze the next batch, "Dad, someone is knocking

Door."

Father Jiang held the bucket filled with milk and refused to let go, "Damn it, I'm busy, why don't you go see who it is?"

Mother Jiang, who was beating egg liquid, was holding an egg beater and was making a buzzing noise. You could hear it. Finally, Mother Jiang stood up helplessly and went to open the door.

After a while, I heard Jiang Nai's door opening, and after saying a few brief words, the door was closed, and Jiang Nai's footsteps slowly approached.

Jiang Wan was still busy throwing frozen ice cream into the space. Without raising her head, she heard Jiang Nai coming to her side, "Grandma, who knocked on the door?"

There were so many people knocking on their door during this period. Even though Jiang Wan told them it was a good thing and they would find out later, the people in the village couldn't help but be curious. People came to visit them every now and then, asking round and round about what happened that day.

They had to find a way to get rid of the problem of the motorcade coming.

It's better not to tell them about the planting before it's time to announce it.

"I don't know him. He's a teenage boy. He's wearing rags and is skinny. He looks very pitiful. He said that someone asked him to help deliver a letter with your name written on it." Jiang Nai said.

The small envelope was handed to Jiang Wan.

"Letter?" Jiang Wan looked up at what Jiang Nai handed over, and was very curious. Who would write a letter to him? If he had anything to do, wouldn't he just come to him directly?

Jiang Wan stood up and took it in her hand. She looked at the envelope. It was white, palm-sized, and covered with a flat plastic film.

Inside was a small envelope, the kind with a seal on it opened, but the triangular piece of paper on the seal was stuck to a piece of dark red sealing wax, with a rose pattern printed on the round wax piece.

Next to the sealing wax it says, "Jiang Wan personally sealed it!"

The handwriting is powerful, the continuous cursive writing is smooth and flowing, and it is very ornamental. From this, it can be seen that the person who wrote the pen must be quite literary.

Father Jiang held the iron bucket in his arms and stretched his neck to look at it. He looked at the small envelope and the roses printed on the sealing wax. He chuckled and said, "Why does this envelope look so like a love letter? It couldn't be from Zhou Ji."

You wrote it, right?"

Jiang Nai also stuck her head out to join in the fun, "It shouldn't be Zhou Ji, right? We live so close. You can write a letter if you shout outside. It couldn't be another man writing it to you, right? You can't be sorry to Zhou Ji."

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Father Jiang looked like you don't understand, "Mom, you don't know this. This is a young man's romance. What girl doesn't want to receive a love letter?"

"If it was written by Zhou Ji, it should be given to Zhou Zipei or Zhou Zihao, not a miserable child." Jiang Nai argued unconvinced.

"Can't you tell if you take it apart and take a look?" Jiang Wan heard what the two of them said, and it was all the same.

In fact, she was quite curious about what was written in it.

Gently lift the sealing wax, revealing a corner inside, which looks like a postcard. Pull it out slowly. There is a bright rose printed in the middle of the white postcard. There are water drops hanging on the rose. The rose is red and covered with water.

The pearls were shining red. Jiang Wan took out half of it and took a quick look at it before quickly stuffing it in.

Her movements were not as fast as those of Jiang Nai and Jiang Dad. They had already seen the previous two sentences and laughed knowingly.

"Sure enough, it's a love letter. I've seen it. There's such a big rose printed on it. Let's see if it's from Zhou Ji." Jiang Nai urged.

Father Jiang couldn't wait, "That's right, take a look."

Jiang also received love letters when he was in school at night. It was nothing, but now he opened it in front of Jiang Nai Jiang’s mother and showed it to them, which made him feel quite embarrassed.

"I'll go take a look at the house." Jiang Wan was about to leave holding the envelope, but was pulled back by one arm each by Father Jiang and Nai Jiang.

"Just read it here, why are you embarrassed if someone likes you? Quickly open it and see what is written inside. Is it written by Zhou Ji for you?" Jiang Nai urged her.

Mother Jiang, who was beating eggs inside, heard the commotion outside and ran out to take a look. She also saw the small envelope in Jiang Wan's hand and quickly went up to read it, "A love letter? Open it quickly and take a look."

Jiang Wan looked at the three heads blocking her left and right, knowing that she couldn't run away, so she had to bite the bullet and open it again. As she pulled out the postcard, the message inside was slowly revealed.

"The little prince once said to five thousand roses, 'You are beautiful, but you are empty. No one can die for you.' If life can give a soul to a rose, I am willing to use my life to make your rose more beautiful.

Smart."

When the postcard slid here, Mother Jiang shouted excitedly, as if she was breaking a bunch of candies, "Wow, wow, wow, so romantic. He wants to tell you that he is your little prince, and he is willing to use his life to interpret love.

To protect you?"

"Tsk, tsk, what kind of bastard dares to do it but dare not admit it? You should say this to your face." Father Jiang was already happy.

"Keep going, you two, don't interrupt." Jiang Nai was very dissatisfied with Jiang's father and mother's delay in her eating melon.

Jiang Wan was not as excited as them. She just wrinkled her face, feeling embarrassed and numb, and almost got goosebumps.

Keep sliding down, it says below,

"Five thousand roses are ready, all that's left is your unique rose.

I was extremely embarrassed when we first met, so I gave you a gift as an apology. Tomorrow at noon, at the Shengshi Building in the eastern suburbs of the county, I hope you will have five thousand roses blooming for you."

Jiang Wan took out the entire postcard, with the paragraph in the lower right corner,

'Mole'

The white postcard slipped from Jiang Wan's hand, and the delicate rose on it fell on the dust on the ground, turning a strangely bright red.

The Little Prince and the Rose, a very romantic fairy tale.

But this is an apocalyptic story. Let alone the roses in fairy tales, even the water drops on the roses printed on the postcards are not pure.
Chapter completed!