She also smiled. If her relationship with Zhou Lang were known to others, outsiders would say that she was an indiscreet and shameless woman, but she just liked Zhou Lang and wanted to see him every day. She dreamed of him every night. Every day, she would dream about Zhou Lang, dreaming that he won the first prize and came to the general's mansion to propose marriage. Since that day when he was rescued by Zhou Lang, he was like a beam of light shining into her heart.
Yes, she fell in love with Zhou Lang, liked his maturity and stability, liked his gentleness, liked his humor, and even more liked his deep affection.
As long as she is careful, her affair with Zhou Lang will not be discovered by others.
"Okay, okay." Shen Wan nodded and said, "Just treat it like you met on the street and have a cup of tea together! Anyway, what I mean is that you don't want to meet each other in the future." Ming'er said about Zhou Yu's mental tricks. No, although she has never seen him before, Ming'er should not be mistaken about the person.
Song Ziyu said: "Not to mention that I originally had nothing to do with Mr. Zhou? Even if there is anything, it's not your turn to take care of it."
"Do you think I want to take care of you?" Shen Wan looked at Song Ziyu sideways and said, "If you hadn't been born by me, I would have been afraid that you would have taken the wrong path, made a big mistake, ruined your own future, and even implicated me in being raped. Say, if you don’t know how to teach your daughter, I don’t care who you want to meet!”
Song Ziyu said angrily: "If you don't want to worry about it, just leave me alone. Between the two of us, we may not know who will incriminate whom!"
After speaking, Song Ziyu shouted to Hongyu: "Hongyu, let's go."
"Here you come, miss." Hongyu trotted over and followed Song Ziyu.
Shen Wan looked at Song Ziyu's leaving figure, shook her head, and returned to Qiushi Courtyard with Qiu Ju.
Three days later, the Imperial City ushered in the first snow of winter.
Shen Wan is afraid of heat, and she is also afraid of cold. However, this body is more afraid of cold than her original body, probably because of the coldness of this body. When it snows, she wants to stay in it all day long. The bed didn't even touch the floor.
There was no fire kang in this era, and even with a thick quilt, Shen Wan still felt cold in her hands and feet. Qiu Ju put several hand stoves under her quilt every day.
When it snowed, the most popular thing to eat in Qiushiyuan was the soup pot. Shen Wan drew a small charcoal stove that could be placed on the table, and also drew a mandarin duck pot, and had it made to order. It used little hens. , or stew stick bones as the base, to make spicy and non-spicy flavors. Put the ingredients in, and the family gathers around the stove to cook and eat. It is warm and delicious.
When Qi Yan came to the General's Mansion to diagnose Shen Wan's pulse, he also had a meal there and immediately fell in love with the soup pot. He asked Shen Wan for the blueprints and how to make them, wrote them down in detail and took them home.
Song Heng fell in love with this soup pot after eating it. Because of the snow, everyone was reluctant to go out. Mrs. Liu also knew this, so she said she didn’t need to go to her courtyard to eat for the time being. Therefore, Song Heng would cook it every day We spent the evening having dinner at Qiushi Courtyard. Someone from Fuyun Pavilion invited him to have dinner there several times, but he never went.
Sun Chun's kiln was built, and the jar was almost fired and sent to Izumo Villa.
Shen Wan also sent a letter to Zhiqiu, asking her to start preparing a large amount of pickled kimchi and sauerkraut. However, there were no green vegetables in this winter, and the beans and cucumbers were gone. Therefore, Zhiqiu could only pickle a large amount of pickled radish. .
After receiving Zhiqiu's reply, Shen Wan remembered that the era she lived in was not the 21st century. There were no greenhouse vegetables, let alone off-season vegetables. So, she thought about growing vegetables in greenhouses. She thought about it For several days, I wrote ten pieces of paper eloquently, and then asked Qiu Ju to send it to Zhiqiu. Let Zhiqiu try the method she wrote. If it works, it would be the best. If it doesn’t work, forget it. Anyway, there is nothing to lose by giving it a try.
After Zhiqiu received the ten pieces of paper, although she felt that growing vegetables in winter was impossible, she still opened a piece of land in the backyard and tried it according to what was written on the paper. After all, she was just a servant, the master