.By the way, Yaozhu, do you recognize words?"

"I know...it's a bit difficult to write."

"That's good. I'll accompany me to a place in the afternoon. I'll have to prepare the winter solstice rice when I come back early in the evening." Wangyue kept it in hiding, A Yao didn't understand why, but seeing her smirking, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

In the afternoon, Wangyue directed A Yao to prepare bacon, red beans and lotus roots. Some time ago, she asked her to refine lard and pickled sauerkraut, put it into a small jar, and take it with her.

All the ingredients were mentioned, and I didn't know which house to visit? She was full of speculation and the donkey cart stopped.

When I arrived at the destination, the plaque in the courtyard reads: Qi's house

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and it is powerful in ancient times, exuding the fragrance of ink and ink.

The one in Yingmen is an old man. Master Wangyue is really familiar with this family. Even the old man in Yingmen can chat with Wangyue.

The Qi family is not big, but the house that has two entry points can be seen from the blue bricks, gray tiles and white walls. A large water tank half a person tall is placed in the middle of the patio. The water tank has lotus leaves and leaves. Under the dead branches and leaves, two gold and red koi suddenly swim, highlighting their vitality. After the rain, green moss grows from the white wall, and several clusters of bamboo are planted in front of the wall, vigorous and upright, and there is a strange stone behind the empty window at the corner. This is a scene.

The front hall is divided into a mandarin duck hall by the gauze door in the middle. Bead curtains are hanging on both sides of the screen. The male host of the front hall is used to entertain guests. There are three chairs and two sides opposite each side, a round table in the middle, and a pine bonsai is placed on it, with a rigorous and square layout.

After passing the mahogany screen door with exquisite calligraphy, the back hall is for the hostess to entertain guests, a small round table and arhat bed. Compared with the layout in front, this place is warm and close, suitable for the daughter to chat about home.

"Madam, they're here."

The woman brought A Yao and the others to come. There was a mother and daughter sitting in the Mandarin Duck Hall. The woman looked one older than the moon. The golden jade lotus leaves on the fallen horse bun was covered with delicate hairpins on the pond. She wore a red-sleeved lotus flower jacket, and the pattern of camellia embroidered with a green blue wide gold skirt. The fine lines at the corners of her eyes exposed her age, and she was full of bookish flavor. She was patient and patient in her face.

"Wangyue, you are here, she is your newly accepted apprentice?" The woman and the girl's eyes fell on A Yao at the same time.

"Yao'er, this is the wife of the mountain captain in Nanxun Caotang, known as Yan Niangzi, and you can also call him Mrs. Yue."

A Yao was not nervous and was blessed to them: "Hello, Mrs. Yue."

Her voice was soft, her eyes were bright, and her appearance was also fair. The little girl fell in love with A Yao immediately. She jumped off the round stool and pinched A Yao's little face: "You are so cute. My name is Zhiying. What's your name?"

"My name is..." Before A Yao could finish speaking, Wangyue had already reported her "stage name" first, "Her name is Yaozhu, Yingniang, do you like my little Yaozhu?"

"Yaozhu!?" Yingniang's voice suddenly increased and changed. She looked at her mother and looked at Wangyue again, obviously thinking about the food she usually eats.

"Don't be rude!" Mrs. Yue glanced at her, Yingniang was silent and muttered secretly: "Like bird's nest, the names are all strange."

A Yao was amused and crying. While Wangyue was chatting with Mrs. Yue, she quietly pulled Yingniang's sleeve and said, "My name is Jiang Yao, you can call me A Yao or Yaozhu."

Yingniang also whispered in a low voice, "I'm still called A Yao. Yaozhu is so ugly, it's better to call it dried scallops. I always remember the steamed eggs of Yaozhu Golden Sands made by Sister Wangyue."

Wangyue and Mrs. Yue looked at the interaction between the two children and smiled. Then Wangyue told Mrs. Yue about her purpose: "Isn't Yingniang missing a companion? If you agree, I want to put Yaozhu here to learn with Yingniang after the beginning of spring. Yaozhu knows words, but is not very good at writing."

Mrs. Yue smiled sly: "The training you brought is not enough. If you have a meal, I might agree." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!