Chapter 229 Mengpo Soup Was Successfully Developed

Zhou Ying's expression became more and more stern, she nodded and said goodbye to them and left.

Mr. Duan doesn't seem like a man who would be dizzy for women. Could it be true, as the little girl said, that there is a problem with the land east of Haicheng? What's really dead? Lost money shooting?

Or, is this Duan's strategy?

For a while, Zhou Ying couldn't make up her mind.

At the entrance of Juxian Pavilion, Bai Chuwei poked Duan Feihan's arm and snorted softly, "Hanhan, you really know how to lie, so what do I say?"

Let you be a little brother, you just don't do it.

Duan Feihan rubbed the blue silk on his left wrist with his fingers. Knowing that Bai Chuwei was going to talk about his younger brother again, he changed the subject and asked, "Next Sunday is the wedding of my third brother and Tong Yunrou. I have an invitation for the Bai family, are you coming?"

Bai Chuwei shook her head: "If you don't go, I will at most give you a gift."

If she went to the ceremony, Tong Yunrou would be scared to death, right?

Tong Yunrou may not be afraid of anyone, but she is afraid that Bai Chu will come out and do bad things.

But she's been working on Meng Po soup recently, and I don't know if she can develop it before the wedding.

If it goes well, then Meng Po Tang is a wedding gift for Duan Xiuqi.

Duan Feihan looked at Bai Chuwei's flawless and flawless face, and felt that she had better not go to the wedding.

"Do you have other plans for that day?"

Duan Feihan suddenly thought that Bai Chuwei went to Cao Jinhai just now. He seemed to have told Cao Jinhai before that he was required to learn the recipe in 20 days and cook a table of dishes...

Bai Chuwei nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, that day is the anniversary of death, and I will worship every year."

Every year, this habit has lasted for more than five thousand years.

Bai Chuwei suddenly snapped her fingers in the night sky, "By the way, the peach blossom drunk I brewed, is Hanhan interested in trying it?"

Peach Blossom Drunk...

Duan Feihan immediately remembered the poor peach tree in his Nancheng Manor that was pulled bald by a "little thief".

Bald his peach tree and make wine for other men...

Duan Feihan said lightly, "I'm not interested.

"

Bai Chuwei was a little disappointed when she heard this, looked at Duan Feihan's back and said, "Actually, peach blossoms taste very good. The peach trees in your manor are also well maintained, and the taste of the petals is even more delicious."

The veins on Duan Feihan's forehead jumped suddenly, and he dropped four words: "Send you home."

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Just when the entire Haicheng melon-eating crowd was participating in the gambling game, betting on whether the wedding of Duan Xiuqi and Tong Yunrou would be successful, the time finally arrived on Sunday.

Bai Yinyin went to accompany the bride before dawn, and Bai Guofu also changed into a more decent suit, ready to go to the wedding.

Bai Hongguang on the side looked at Bai Chuwei with eager eyes: "Chuwei, don't you want to go? In fact, you are my Bai family, and I went to the wedding with my grandfather, and no one dares to make irresponsible remarks! Why don't you go."

Bai Chuwei looked at Bai Hongguang meaningfully, "You seem to want me to go, no one at home?"

Bai Hongguang's face suddenly became embarrassed, and he said with a stern face: "How do you talk about this child? Don't I want you to go to the upper class to see the world more?"

Bai Chuwei smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I'm going out later, I'm not going to go home for a day today."

Today is the wedding of Duan Xiuqi and Tong Yunrou, which also happens to be the 5,420th anniversary of that person's death.

Bai Chuwei looked at the cloudy sky outside and went upstairs silently.

As soon as he entered, Xueqiu rushed up: 'Old Ancestor, the Meng Po soup you cooked on the boiler seems to be ready. Are you going to send it to Duan Xiuqi? ’