0p0 Chapter 245 Small Goals
Chapter 245 Small Goals
Why not ask Li Xueyan instead of yourself?!
How can this be possible? This is outrageous!
How could Cui Bianxu admit that his level of food appreciation was not as good as Li Xueyan's?
He immediately said, "Lychees are hard to find, and they're not in season yet. Lychee wine, while expensive, is readily available. If you like it, why didn't you tell me? I'll have a few jars delivered to you someday."
He spoke in a very arrogant manner, his words exuding the aura of a domineering CEO.
Humph, Li Xueyan wants to compete with him for his wife? Dream on! Be careful, he might go to Zhao Shan to practice his skills!
Jiang Shangxian hadn't expected him to be jealous of Li Xueyan. He was surprised but also felt a little sweet. He secretly laughed in his heart, but he was extremely flattering. "If Cui Lang had it, I wouldn't be so polite to you. It's my fault for being so ignorant. I haven't seen it in Lexian Tower before, and I thought lychee wine was only available in the palace. You must be amazing to have found such a rare wine. Ever since I heard Wu Niang say it, I've always wanted to taste it to see if it really has the sweet aroma of lychees. Now it's great, I can finally get my wish."
Cui Bianxu felt refreshed by the flattery, and his little chin became higher and higher. If he had a tail behind him, it would have been shaken like a fan.
Cui Bianxu coughed twice in a reserved manner after his arrogant performance, tilting his head slightly to try to suppress the corners of his mouth that couldn't be suppressed. He loved hearing Jiang Shangxian praise him, and every word he said touched his bones. "No matter how rare it is, as long as you like it, I will always find a way to get it."
Jiang Shangxian blushed, and he himself couldn't help blushing. He felt a little regretful that he had said it too frivolously, so he added, "Most people who go to Lexianlou are gentlemen, and they don't really like to drink wine made from these fruits."
This is indeed true. The only fruit wines on hand at Lexianlou are various types of wine and cherry wine, which are more than enough to entertain the few female guests. Naturally, there is no need to add this to the already crowded inventory.
Cui Bianxu stayed at the Jiang family until Jianming was almost crying, and then he left reluctantly. When he left, he glared at Jianming, which made the crying boy cry. He followed him, sobbing and wiping his tears.
The yard was bigger, and Jiang Shangxian's horse had just been sent over by Jian Ming who came to pick someone up. At this moment, it was wagging its tail and staring blankly in the yard. Cui Bianxu had said before that he wanted to replace her with a more majestic and clever horse, but she refused.
She has developed a relationship with Xiongba and has no plans to change horses for the time being.
Xiongba is the name of this foal. Cui Bianxu expressed high approval of this name, and repeatedly praised the name as being excellent, domineering and unique. He was sincere. What does it matter whether it is a stallion or a mare? Having a good name is the most important thing. How good is this name in his eyes?
It was about Changsheng who almost lost the name he had had for five years.
"Erlang, you won't be setting up the stall today. Hurry up and buy some horse feed." Seeing her snuggling with the horse, Jiang's mother turned her head and shouted at Jiang Wangri, who was shaking his legs and taking a breath in the house.
Old Madam Xia was sitting in the yard watching Xia Zhenying and Jiang's mother wash dishes. Upon hearing this, she agreed, "We should prepare more. Now that the horse is in our family, we can't wait for Jiulang to deliver the horse feed in the future. Erlang, buy some good ones. Don't buy something too bad and let it suffer."
Originally, the horse had only been staying at the Jiang family for a few days, so Cui Bianxu had asked someone to send some horse feed, which would have saved them the trouble of buying it in such a cold weather. But now that the horse was going to stay here for a long time, how could he even take advantage of the cheap horse feed?
When Jiang Wangri heard what his grandmother and mother said, he slowly moved out with trembling legs and a sad face. Old Fan, who was sitting by the gate, couldn't help laughing when he saw him. "Young Master Jiang, your foundation is too poor. I'm afraid you'll fall down if Miss Jiang lifts her leg."
"Old Fan, I'm just getting started. I will definitely become more and more powerful in the future. Don't look down on me!" Jiang Wangri was not willing to be laughed at. He immediately stood up straight, trying to endure the soreness in his legs.
Old Fan laughed obscenely: "At my age now, I can already fight as hard as an incense stick. Young man, you better catch up with me soon. My Jiulang said that I will take care of your basic skills. You must not let me get into trouble."
Whether he could get a reward from Jiulang depended on this time. On ordinary days, he would be at the back door of Cui Mansion, so where else could he get such a good opportunity? He, Old Fan, had to give Jiulang's future brother-in-law a good training!
Jiang Wangri felt extremely aggrieved. He had just tried so hard to persevere, but he always fell down because he couldn't stand anymore. He never slacked off for a moment. The little brother looked at Jiang Shangxian with tears in his eyes: "Sister, how long can you keep doing this now?"
Woo woo woo, he wants to set a small goal for himself!
Jiang Shangxian was as steady as an old dog. She casually stuffed a piece of dessert into Xiongba's mouth. She really enjoyed feeding people, no matter if they were human or not. "I've only been practicing martial arts for a short time, only a little over half an incense stick so far."
Hey, why isn't her golden finger a martial art? This is better than a dog's nose!
Jiang Wangri calculated his time and gained confidence: "Within half a year, I will be able to make a full incense stick!"
"Good! You have ambition!" Old Fan applauded him generously. He could stay here as long as he taught. The food in Jiang family was not the most delicious food, but it tasted really good. At least it was better than Lin San's cooking!
That kid would ruin any good thing that fell into his hands! It's nothing like the Jiang family, where he could eat mutton ramen every day and never get tired of it!
Jiang Wangri, who was greatly encouraged, dragged his tired body and pushed the small cart out to buy horse feed. Jiang Shangxian was bored and braided Xiongba's hair, not missing a single detail from beginning to end.
Unfortunately, Xiongba didn't buy it. He started shaking the ponytail as soon as he finished braiding it, and only stopped when the braid was completely loose.
Jiang's mother couldn't bear to see this, and couldn't help but come over and slap her: "Why bother with it? If you really have nothing to do, why not learn some embroidery? It's not good to wait until you get married and Jiulang can't even wear something you made with your own hands!"
"Yes, I'll go right away." It's not that Jiang Shangxian doesn't know how to do it, it's just that her level is average...a little below average.
She didn't know why. She clearly wanted to sew it straight, but it turned out crooked and ugly, not to mention embroidery. Her level was only cross-stitch. If she dared to cross-embroider to make a pattern, her mother would have flipped her head off.
Fortunately, what chefs have the most is patience, so just take your time.
After dinner, Jiang Shangxian and Jiang Wangri did horse stance in the yard together, sweating all over. This made Jiang's mother grumble repeatedly that there was one more person wasting firewood and water in the house, but her tone sounded happier.
Old Madam Xia pursed her lips and smiled at her: "Don't worry, Jiulang will not teach him martial arts in vain."
Even being an official below the ninth rank is better than selling braised mutton!
(Tang Dynasty officials were divided into nine ranks and thirty levels, with the lowest being 9th rank. Ranks 1 and 2 were mostly honorary titles, while rank 3 was considered the highest position in the government. Official positions were further divided into official positions, civil officials, and military officials. Official positions had official duties, while civil and military officials were honorary titles.)