When Pangpang saw that Zhang Ying hadn't moved for a long time, he immediately urged: "Sir, please try it quickly."
Zhang Ying finally stretched out the spoon under Pangpang's slightly anxious eyes.
After all, I didn't move the spoon in the middle, I just scooped it up a little on the edge and put it into my mouth.
This... is sweet and smooth in the mouth, and it melts away in a moment, leaving only the fragrance of fruit filling the lips and teeth.
Almost subconsciously, Zhang Ying scooped up another spoonful and put it into his mouth.
"The taste is really good, Honghui is very interested."
Pangpang also grinned: "Sir, do you like to eat? Honghui can bring some to you from time to time."
Zhang Ying definitely loves to eat, but it would be too unpromising to ask his apprentice to bring it to him.
"Mr. Honghui's wishes have been received, but..."
"Honghui!"
Before Zhang Ying could finish speaking, he was interrupted by such a sound.
At that moment, both Pangpang and Pangpang turned their heads and looked over. When they saw this person, their expressions were completely different.
Zhang Ying simply narrowed her eyes, with a look of distaste on her face.
But Pangpang suddenly laughed: "Mr. Ma Qi, Honghui wants to go find Mr. Ma Qi later."
Ma Qi smiled heartily and said, "Good boy." He also touched his fat head.
Then he looked at Zhang Ying: "Master Zhang, you are fine."
Zhang Ying nodded to Ma Qi quite coldly, feeling in her heart that Ma Qi was just an annoying person. Why is he here again?
When I was teaching Honghui, he would often come and wait outside. He wanted to come early to pick up Honghui to go to class. How could I have a good class without him here?
This alone is fine, but there are a lot of things that make people angry.
On weekdays, if Ma Qi's class was ahead of him, Xiao Honghui would most likely be late.
When I went to look for him, I saw that Ma Qi was not letting him go, saying that he had forgotten the time in the lecture, bowing and apologizing.
At first Zhang Ying thought he had really forgotten, but as time went by, Zhang Ying figured it out. It was normal to forget once or twice. How could anyone forget all the time?
Fortunately, Ma Qi was born into the Fucha family, and he didn't have the demeanor of a wealthy family at all. He was just like a market scoundrel.
"Ouch, what is this? How beautiful is it?" Ma Qi was not polite at all and sat directly on the table, pulling Pangpang to sit down as well.
Zhang Ying was really not willing to talk to Ma Qi, but after all, Ma Qi had arrived at his room, and his cultivation did not allow him to do anything rude, so he just said coldly:
"This is Honghui's wish. I just brought it over. Mr. Fucha wants to try it..."
"Okay!" Ma Qi had already agreed before Zhang Ying finished speaking.
What he was waiting for was Zhang Ying's words!
Ma Qi felt a little unhappy when he just heard that Xiang Honghui came to Shangshufang but did not go to his place.
When he got here, he saw the master and apprentice eating there. He was even more unhappy.
I always feel that in Xiao Honghui's heart, Zhang Ying has surpassed him. How can this be possible?
After thinking for a moment, Ma Qi turned back to look at Pang Pang: "Honghui, why are you so close to your Mr. Ying? Don't you miss Mr. Ma Qi?"
As he said this, he showed some slightly sad emotions.
As soon as Pangpang saw him like this, he immediately came to Ma Qi:
"Honghui also misses Mr. Ma Qi. Honghui is thinking of sending Mr. Ying and then going to find Mr. Ma Qi.
Don't be sad, Mr. Mazzi."
As he said that, Pangpang patted his hand comfortingly.
Zhang Ying felt that the scene in front of her was really too horrible to watch.
Ma Qi, a seven-foot-long man with a full beard and a small apprentice of his own to comfort him, is really promising!
"Is what Honghui said true?" Ma Qi looked doubtful again.
Pangpang nodded immediately, then hurriedly followed the slave behind him to take out a food box, and happily gave it to Ma Qi.
Zhang Ying: "..." At this moment, I really want to ask Ma Qi, do you know what your identity is?
Zhang Ying didn't see any of these words in Ma Qi now.
This one doesn't look like a gentleman at all, but looks like a little daughter-in-law.
After a while, Jiang Fuhai helped Pangpang place the meal for Ma Qi on the table.
Pangpang tugged on Ma Qi's clothes: "Mr. Ma Qi, come and have a taste."
Ma Qi was surprised and said: "Ah, this thing is so exquisitely made, what is it made of?"
"This is jelly. There are many fruits in it. Sir, you will know after you taste it."
Like Zhang Ying, Pangpang also handed over a spoon.
The difference was that Ma Qi lacked the appreciation for the food. He just looked at it and it looked pretty good. He immediately took a big spoonful and put it into his mouth, then closed his eyes and tasted it carefully, and said:
"Ouch! This tastes good!"
He continued to hold the spoon without stopping. After three or two mouthfuls, he hit the bottom that night.
"Hey? Why have I finished eating?" Seeing that the bottom of the bowl was empty, he was stunned for a moment.
At that moment, I smacked my lips again, thinking that this thing is really delicious. It has an interesting texture when I eat it in my mouth.
That is, when I think about it carefully, I seem to have forgotten what it tastes like.
But he has never been a troubled person, so he immediately turned his eyes to the jar over there.
"What about this? What's in this jar?"
After saying that, he went to open the jar with his own hands.
"There are some fruits in here. My mother said they are called canned fruits.
Sir, this can can be stored for a long time." As he said that, Pangpang went to pull Zhang Ying's clothes again.
Seeing Zhang Ying's surprised look, Pangpang nodded affirmatively and said: "Yesterday, the gentleman said that the soldiers had no fresh fruits to eat because the place where they were was too difficult.
Pangpang asked E Niang if there was any way to preserve the fruit. E Niang said that it can be stored for a long time and it won’t go bad if it is stored for three or four months, as long as the lid is not opened. We can give some away then.
Give this to them and they can eat it.”
As he spoke, Pangpang pointed to the jar in front of him.
"Really?" After hearing this, Zhang Ying looked at the jar in front of her in surprise.
If this is really the case, then you can really send some to the soldiers.
Then he looked at the fruit that Ma Qi had poured out, and it looked like yellow peaches.
There are peach trees and plum trees in every house. Many people have so many peaches in their homes that they don’t even have room to put them.
This thing is not easy to store, so if you can’t finish it, you can only throw it away.
If it can really be stored for such a long time.
So, it is perfect to use it to stabilize the morale of the military.