On this day, the atmosphere in Linjiazhuang was unprecedentedly warm. Although there were no lights and colorful decorations everywhere, it was still extremely festive.
The ancestral hall and village roads have been cleaned by men of Lin Mengxing's generation.
Lin Mengxing was wearing a crimson dress, a hairpin hat, and a worthless smile. He spent the whole day at the mercy of his great-uncle, who was in charge of etiquette.
As usual, there was no lunch. At noon, the elders led Lin Mengxing to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors.
After paying homage, he mounted his horse, with Lin Mengbo holding the reins, followed by forty or fifty brothers of the same race, driving a colorfully decorated ox cart, and set off towards the bride's home, boasting and beating all the way.
Originally, when Lin Wanwan learned from Yun Shang that Lin Mengxing's family came to borrow a horse to pick up the bride two days ago, she even offered to lend them the carriage as well.
But in the end, the groom's family did not choose a horse-drawn carriage, but chose the ox-cart owned by the family (after the steamed cake business failed, the donkeys were sold and replaced by oxen).
They are all from the countryside. It is respectable enough for the groom to dress brightly, ride a tall horse, bring a big white goose, and bring a colorful ox cart to welcome the bride. There is no need to use something as high-end as a carriage. The carriage is not a farmer.
The house can be imagined.
After all, Lin Wanwan didn't go with her. The whole team was made up of men, so what would it be like for her to be caught in it?
But she was still very excited. After giving the children arithmetic lessons, she locked herself in the baking room of the kitchen and worked alone. Even Huanong was not allowed to come in to help.
Others only thought that Lin Wanwan was going to make some delicious novelty cakes again, but in fact, Lin Wanwan just traveled through time and space and returned to the present. She took out her mobile phone on the bedside and ordered a brand of three-layer fresh milk cake and a fairy tale theme.
Just cake!
After placing the order, Lin Wanwan took out her medical book and studied on her own. From time to time, she used a dummy to practice acupuncture. It was not until four hours later that the customized cake was delivered to her door.
This three-layered milk cake cost Lin Wanwan one thousand two hundred and eighty yuan in modern times. It was not cheap, let alone getting it from Datang.
Just the fruits inside and the candles that look like ancient figurines used for decoration are shocking enough.
As for the fairy tale-themed cake, of course Lin Wanwan bought it casually to satisfy the cravings of little Qingyu at home and Xiao Yixun who was awkward because she didn't greet her immediately when she came back.
After carrying the cake back to Datang and putting it away, Lin Wanwan pushed open the door of the baking room and called Kunlun over to move the cake. The black man was dumbfounded on the spot.
This silly foodie is not picky about food, loves to eat everything, and has an amazing appetite. Now that there is delicious food in front of him, it is strange that he is not stunned.
Not to mention Kunlun, Sun Yaoyao, the bearded man and the maids, as well as all the melon eaters in Linjiazhuang, were all shocked when they saw the cake along the way.
Is such a beautiful thing actually a pastry for eating?
How virtuous and capable is Lin Mengxing? He can enjoy such divine cakes as a wedding ceremony!
Xiao Yixun, who had been sulking in the window on the second floor, was attracted by this cake.
Although Xiao Yixun had never seen or eaten this thing, just looking at it captured her heart.
Who doesn’t love beautiful food?
But when he thought that Lin Wanwan was busy and ignored her, Xiao Yixun became very angry!
The three-layer cake was sent from Kunlun to Lin Mengxing's home, followed by a group of melon-eating tribesmen who were watching the fun.
As for Lin Wanwan, she entered the lobby holding a 10-inch milk cake with a fairy tale theme in her hands, and then told Hongyan to invite Xiao Yixun over.
Xiao Yixun originally decided not to pay attention to Lin Wanwan for the whole day, but in the end he couldn't hold back his curiosity and went downstairs and entered the lobby.
As soon as she entered the door with a straight face, Xiao Qingyu's back legs were like a gust of wind, and she rushed into Lin Wanwan's arms. She hugged her waist, raised her head and shouted: "Mother! Mother! I saw the good Kunlun holding a hand
Holding a big cake! Did mother make another cake today? Who is eating it?"
Before Lin Wanwan could answer her knowing question, Lin Tiezhu, who was following her and squeezing over to play, had already shouted: "Wow! Little Qingyu, look at the food table over there!"
When Xiao Qingyu heard this, she turned her head and saw a large pink cake placed on the dining table. The outer circle was decorated with handmade fondant roses and a few chocolate animal patterns. It was exquisite and beautiful.
"Wow! Mother, mother, who is this for?" Xiao Qingyu let go of Lin Wanwan and moved to the cake with a "swish". She stretched out her hand to touch it from time to time, but was afraid of damaging it.
Lin Wanwan smiled and said, "Mom made it for you, do you like it?"
"I like it! I like it!" Xiao Qingyu responded immediately, looking at Lin Wanwan with shining eyes, "Mother, when can I eat it?"
"Well, you can eat it now after washing your hands."
"Okay, okay! I'm going to wash my hands! Brother Tiezhu, you guys should come over and wash your hands too! You can't eat anything if you don't wash it!"
When Xiao Qingyu heard what Lin Wanwan said, she immediately called on her friends to run to the bathroom. Rongrong followed closely behind and helped her fetch water.
Although Rongrong is only one year older than Xiao Qingyu, she is just a child, but she is already very good at doing some tasks within her ability.
With the brainwashing of Yunshang, Huanong and her own grandmother, at such a young age, she knew her identity very well and was obedient to a fault. Lin Wanwan sometimes felt dissatisfied with the group of little slaves she raised at home.
The child feels pity.
They are just a group of children, but their lives are destined. Unless they are pardoned by the emperor, they will always be humble. This is not something that Lin Wanwan can change alone.
Xiao Qingyu went into the bathroom to wash her hands. Xiao Yixun, who stood silently aside, was a little unhappy.
She had been here for a while, but Lin Wanwan still hadn't spoken to her, so she snorted heavily to attract Lin Wanwan's attention.
As expected, Lin Wanwan looked at her and smiled and said, "Yixun, go wash your hands too and let's eat together."
Seeing that Xiao Yixun still looked awkward, Lin Wanwan added: "I made this specially for you and Xiao Qingyu, you should try it, it's delicious."
"Yes." Xiao Yixun replied coldly. This sentence was specially made for her, which made Xiao Yixun very satisfied. An imperceptible smile flashed at the corner of her mouth, and she pretended not to care about Xue Bai.
She walked to the bathroom with her jade arms.
After a group of little guys finished washing their hands and came over, Lin Wanwan had already ordered Hongyan to get a fruit knife from the kitchen.
The children usually go to the mountains and go to the sea, and the delicacies and seafood they pick up are brought to Lin Wanwan. There is no money, but Lin Wanwan exchanges them for points.
Lin Wanwan taught arithmetic, allowing the children to keep accounts for themselves, and the children used points to exchange cakes and fruits with Lin Wanwan.