Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

Han Yingxue took the dim sum, and said, "Such a good thing, how could Sister Wan Yao send it to me?"

"Sister Xue'er and I are so polite. By the way, I heard that my aunt gave birth, right? Can I go and see my aunt?"

Seeing Han Yingwan's sincerity, Han Yingxue nodded.

Her request is not too much, so I can't stop her.

"Fourth aunt!" Han Yingwan called out to Mrs. Zhao sweetly.

"Wan'er, why are you back?" Mrs. Zhao happily called Han Yingwan to sit in front of her.

Glancing at Han Yingwan with both eyes, she nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "Wan'er is really getting more and more beautiful!"

Han Yingwan smiled shyly, and said, "Fourth Aunt, don't laugh at me!"

"Fourth aunt told you seriously, how can I make fun of you!"

When Zhao looked at Han Yingwan, she really looked better and better. Especially her attire, which is similar to that of our young lady.

The double-breasted pleated skirt is made of pink fabric with some patterns embroidered on it, which is really beautiful. This has never been seen in the countryside. There is also a silver hairpin on the head, so the ladies can afford it, right?

Now Han Yingwan is sixteen years old, exactly the age like a flower. Obviously her family, Xueer, is also thirteen years old, but when they stand together, it is obvious that one looks like a girl doll, skinny, and the other is slim and well-developed.

Comparing Xue'er and Han Yingwan, Zhao's nose is a little sour.

Han Yingwan chatted with Mrs. Zhao for a few words, and then went back.

"Mother, eat some dim sum!" Han Yingxue opened the food box, and handed the dim sum that Han Yingwan had brought over to Mrs. Zhao.

"When Ying Wen Ying Wu comes back, let them eat first?"

"Those little devils are playing wildly outside, and they probably won't come back until dark, mother, you eat first!"

As Han Yingxue said, he took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the box, and stuffed it into Mrs. Zhao's hand.

"Xue'er, you eat too."

"I don't like to eat, mother, you can eat!"

She really doesn't eat these sweet pastries.

Han Yingxue licked the corner of her mouth. She has been here for a long time, but she still hasn't eaten chili. I really miss the taste that stimulates the tongue.

It's a pity that chili peppers have not been discovered in this era. Han Yingxue was a little depressed thinking that he would never be able to eat chili peppers in his life here.

Mrs. Zhao ate again and again, nodding with satisfaction. "Xue'er, this precious thing is delicious."

"Mom, do you like to eat?"

"Yeah!" Mrs. Zhao nodded with a smile, and said again: "This thing is expensive, if you like it, you can't eat it every day, right?"

"What is this? When our family is rich, I will buy you as much as you want, mother! No, I want to find the best pastry chef in the country and make pastries for you at home every day!"

A gentle smile appeared on Mrs. Zhao's face, and she covered Han Yingxue's forehead with rough hands, and said, "Don't think about buying delicious food for mother all day long, and think about yourself first when you have money. Look at Ying Wan , how beautiful the clothes you are wearing, next time you go to the town to buy a good cloth, mother will make clothes for you."

"Mom, I think I'm fine like this..."

Although she was dressed in coarse cloth and pudding, she was neat and clean anyway.

"Then how can I do it!" Mrs. Zhao frowned, and said earnestly: "You are almost reaching the age of Ji now, and you have reached the age to discuss marriage, so you have to dress yourself up no matter what?"

Although her family's Xue'er doesn't need to dress very well, she definitely can't be much worse than other girl dolls in the village.

A few black lines appeared on Han Yingxue's forehead. It turned out that her mother was concerned about her marriage.