In less than two quarters of an hour, Qingwen came to Mu Nanfeng carrying a plate.

"Mr. Mu, would you like to stop and have some food first?" She put the plate on the small table.

"This is..." Mu Nanfeng glanced at the buns on the plate and said happily, "Is this your favorite tofu skin bun?"

"You...even know this?" Qingwen was stunned.

"Baoyu often tells me some things about you. You like to eat tofu skin buns the most, drink Biluochun tea the most, are the best at needlework, are good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you learn everything very quickly."

Mu Nanfeng kept talking, and Qingwen scolded: "This garrulous person."

"Don't blame him, actually...it's me..." Mu Nanfeng scratched his head in embarrassment.

He said it to Baoyu on purpose. How could Baoyu, a straight-headed man, understand the twists and turns in someone's belly? He would open his mouth and grin when he was teased.

Maybe he hopes that people will ask him so that he can show them what his sisters are capable of, right?

Qingwen blushed and picked up a bun and handed it to Mu Nanfeng.

"These tofu skin buns were originally supposed to be stuffed with meat. Now that we are in the temple, it is not easy to eat fishy food. I used spinach and added minced vermicelli to make the stuffing. Is it okay, sir, if you try it?"

Mu Nanfeng took a big bite, and before he could chew it, he kept saying, "It's delicious, it's delicious!"

Qingwen made a "puff" sound and laughed.

"Sir, whether it's really delicious or fake, Qingwen's thoughts have come to you. I came to see you not only to deliver the buns, but also to discuss a business deal with you.

Nowadays, many guests like the young master's calligraphy and paintings. Why don't you write more in the future? I will take them out and make them into scrolls or frame them and hang them in the tea room.

Not only can it add some elegance to the tea room, but if a customer likes it and buys it with money, wouldn't it help the master earn some daily expenses?

Master, a piece of calligraphy and painting can be sold for two to three hundred taels of silver, and if framed, it can be sold for 2,300 taels of silver. This is not an extravagance for guests to eat, but a serious sale of calligraphy and painting. Let us add two to one to make five per person of the money we make.

How about half?”

"Miss Qing, you saw that Nanfeng was so poor that he had no money to eat, so you specially gave me money, right? Nanfeng still knows himself, and my calligraphy and painting are not worth the money." Mu Nanfeng shook his head with a smile.

"Young master, why should you belittle yourself? In my opinion, you have great ambitions and great talents, and you will definitely make great achievements in the future. By then, the people who buy your calligraphy and paintings today will be very lucky. They once spent such a small amount of money to buy your calligraphy and paintings."

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Moreover, you will need money to become an official in the future. Why don’t you save some for yourself if you have the opportunity? If you don’t want to receive money, that’s fine. Just come to Zizhuxuan and write a word for me every day. How about I provide you with three meals a day?

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"The girl didn't really want me to sell calligraphy and painting, but she wanted to give me a reason to eat and drink for free at Zizhuxuan, right?"

Mu Nanfeng's eyes were as bright as stars, "Well, since the girl is so kind, Nanfeng will come to Zizhuxuan to eat every day from now on. I also hope that the girl will not treat Nanfeng as an outsider. If there is anything I can do to help, I will tell you

Know with me.”

While the two were talking, a five or six-year-old little monk came running dodgingly with his short legs in the air.

The little monk ran up to them, blinked his big black eyes and glanced at the buns on the plate, bowed like a decent Buddha, and asked: "May I ask if the donor sells buns? Master said there are buns for sale here.

The young monk has two pennies and asks him to buy one to satisfy his greed."

"so cute!"

Qingwen touched his bald head, pushed his two cents back, took a bun and stuffed it into his hand, "Sister, I'll give it to you. I'll keep the money for you to buy again when my sister is gone."

"Thank you, donor." The little monk smiled and thanked him, and then ran away.

"The monks from the temple often come to Zizhuxuan to buy food recently."

Mu Nanfeng smiled and said, "I'm afraid the monk will be very happy. As soon as your vegetarian restaurant opened, the temple did not provide a lot of vegetarian food. Not only did the pilgrims staying here not go to the kitchen to eat, but even the monks ran away secretly.

come over."

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When Qingwen and Xiaohong returned to Tubi Villa, Grandma Zheng was walking around in the yard.

As soon as he saw them coming back, he immediately stepped forward and knelt on the ground: "Girl, I beg you to punish me."

"What did you say? What happened? Get up and talk." Qingwen hurriedly went to help her.

However, Grandma Zheng knelt down and kowtowed: "Girl, the Crimson Pearl Grass is gone. I have lost sight of it."

"Ah?" Qingwen didn't care to help Nanny Zheng anymore, and hurriedly ran to the place where the purple grass pots were placed during the day.

Sure enough, it was empty there, nothing left.

"Who did it?" Qingwen clenched her fists and said angrily, "Who came here when grandma was at home?"

"It's Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Li who were looking after the house in Tubi Villa. Today they came to talk to me, saying that they wanted me to help them beg for a girl, and that they wanted to come back to our Tubi Villa. I sent them away, and when they came out again

The indigo plant disappeared."

Aunt Zheng spoke anxiously, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.

"Mommy, don't worry, I'll think of a way and give me your veils."

Qingwen took the handkerchiefs from Nanny Zheng and Xiaohong respectively, turned around and went into the room to lean on the couch.

It didn't take long for her to fall into a dream, in which she, Aunt Zheng, and Xiaohong were collecting dewdrops.

The night was dark, and the two women followed them quietly.

"It's so late at night, what are they doing here?"

"Follow us and take a look. If they do something bad, we will report it to Second Grandma Lian and punish her. Let the two of us pour the night fragrance? We can't let them ruin it in vain."

"I'm actually here to collect dew water. What are you doing to collect dew water?"

"I heard that some young ladies like to make tea with dew water. Could it be that Qingwen also wants to make tea?"

"Bah! She was born as a maid, and she wants to pretend to be our lady? The old lady was so blinded by lard and blinded by chicken shit that she actually recognized her as her granddaughter. Look at how arrogant this little whore is!"

The two women followed them back to Tubi Villa, but they didn't see anything, so they had to retreat first.

The dream changed, and the two little girls came to the door of Tubi Villa and peeked in quietly.

The open door was uncovered, and Xiaohong was watering the purple grass with dew.

"They actually used dew to water the flowers. What kind of precious thing is that?"

"It's really valuable to be unprepared. Look at the bonus, it's so red."

"Come on, go tell our mother, maybe this thing is valuable?"

The two little girls ran away in a hurry, and Qingwen also woke up from her dream.

"A gang committed the crime? The old man and the young man worked together, and they cooperated perfectly. I just don't know if the two women who came to see Grandma Zheng were involved?"

Qingwen silently considered that this matter needed to be investigated further.
Chapter completed!