The New Year is approaching. New Year's goods are purchased, the mansion is cleaned, lanterns are decorated, and the Prince Yan's mansion is a lively scene.
Feng Weihuan put down his pen and looked up to see Qiqiao cutting window grilles. After thinking for a while, he took the red paper from the table and carefully wrote a few words "福".
She has practiced calligraphy since she was a child and is still good at handwriting.
Qiqiao chuckled and said, "Princess, why don't you write the Spring Festival couplets as well?"
"Things are rare and valuable. Have you ever seen any great calligrapher whose original works are everywhere?" Feng Weihuan took a sip of tea pretending to be profound.
"Every time you explain the word 'lazy' so elegantly..." Qiqiao muttered in a low voice.
"Qiqiao, at such a young age, why are your thoughts so dull?"
"The princess is right! You are a master of calligraphy. Every word is worth a fortune, so you can't write too much!"
Feng Weihuan looked back with a look that said, "A child can be taught" and nodded with satisfaction.
"When the ink is dry, wrap up the word '福' and send it to Mr. Nan's house together with the script I revised on the desk."
"yes."
"Your 'Blooming Flowers' window grilles are well cut. Let's give them as a gift."
"Eh? Oh."
"The few orphan volumes that third brother gave me last time are also included."
"Ah? Oh."
"There is also refreshing tea. I drink it and it works well. You can also put two packs in it."
"oh."
"besides......"
Qiqiao's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. When Feng Weihuan reached a pause, she quickly interrupted: "Princess, please wait, give me a little time, I will make a list and write down the things."
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Picking up the hair on the table, the Qiqiao pen flew quickly. It didn't take long to fill up a piece of paper. He read the content on the paper again and asked Feng Weihuan: "Princess, did you miss anything?"
"It seems... not." Feng Weihuan was not sure either.
"Princess, are you sending new year's gifts to Mr. Nan?"
Qiqiao looked at the densely packed words on the paper and felt that this was what her princess meant, so she added a few more points: "You can eat the salted fish pickled by Uncle Liu in the big kitchen, the sauerkraut, and the bacon and sausages made. The taste is delicious.
What a masterpiece! Princess, would you like to give some to Mr. Nan? This is a special delicacy in our house!"
Feng Weihuan was startled. The salted fish, sauerkraut, bacon and sausages...are indeed quite delicious, but they were given to Nanming. Why is this style of painting a bit strange?
"Princess, do you want to send it to me?" Qiqiao added a few more words when he saw that his princess didn't say anything; "Uncle Liu didn't do much last year, and there wasn't enough food in the house. This year, he learned from last year's experience and lessons, and made
There’s a lot of it, don’t worry we won’t have anything to eat if you give it to Mr. Nan.”
Feng Weihuan: "..."
It's not impossible.
"Then...write it down and send it off."
Feng Weihuan felt that Qiqiao's words made sense. During the holidays, it was normal to give some local specialties from home, not to mention the house had a lot of stock.
"Would you like some fried melon seeds and peanuts? Aunt Wang just fried them, and they are so fragrant!" Since the princess said it was a new year's gift, Qiqiao began to excitedly share her rich experience as a foodie.
"Send it off!" Feng Weihuan replied decisively.
Salted fish, sauerkraut, bacon and sausages are all given away, as well as melon seeds and peanuts, otherwise the New Year chatter will be soulless!
