After escaping from famine, the evil stepmother was pampered by the villain Zaizai Tuan

"What?" Li Yuanzhi suddenly said loudly, "He sent Madam Jiang out of the city in a carriage?"

This was the first time for the four little Doudings to see Li Yuanzhi speak loudly.

They all stopped what they were doing and turned around to look at him quietly.

Li Yuanzhi consciously lost his composure, picked up the tea cup again, and calmed down.

"Oh, I mean, Mrs. Jiang doesn't like to trouble others."

"This person named Chen...Mr. Chen, he has only met Mrs. Jiang twice."

"Why do you have to send Madam Jiang off in your own carriage?"

These words were considered reasonable and well-founded, and the children all believed them naively.

Liu Yong smiled and said, "Mother said the same thing as Mr. Li, she didn't want to trouble me."

"But Mr. Chen said that he had something to do in the west of the city, so he happened to be on his way."

Li Yuanzhi couldn't help but sneer, "Humph, wherever you want to go, you can always go by the way."

Finding the four children staring directly at him again, Li Yuanzhi calmly changed the subject.

"Here, let me see what you wrote."

This matter has been revealed.

Qilin Lane, Chaifei.

Chen Sheng looked at a pile of newly written calligraphy and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, the writing power is much more stable."

He raised his eyes and looked to his side, smiling and praising:

"I haven't read your writing for a few days, and I've made some progress."

Chen Dawei smiled and said, "Uncle Eighth, promise me to copy these inscriptions and write them to your satisfaction."

"Can you just grant me one request?"

Chen Sheng waved his sleeves and said grandly, "Of course, whether it's the only copy in my study or the few ancient inkstones I have collected, you can choose from them."

Chen Sheng has been quite generous to his nephew.

He randomly selected one of the original books and famous ancient inkstones in his hand.

Not only does it allow readers to find a treasure, but it can also easily command high prices in the market.

But Chen Dawei is a righteous man and has not forgotten that his trip was entrusted by a friend.

He hesitated and said, "Uncle Eighth, I don't want books or inkstones."

Chen Sheng smiled gently, "Then what do you want?"

"I remember that you were interested in my pot-throwing device before. Do you want it?"

Chen Dawei's eyes lit up, "Yes..."

He thought he could only make one request, then changed his mind and said, "No."

"I want to ask Uncle Eight for something from your garden."

"Garden?" Chen Sheng was confused and frowned.

"Aren't you always not interested in those flowers and plants?"

However, he always felt sorry for his nephew, so he said readily,

"Just tell me what you want."

Chen Dawei grinned and said, "I want a piece of Xiangfei bamboo."

The Xiangfei bamboos planted in Chaifei Garden were brought by Chen Sheng from the south three years ago by his friends.

These bamboos are a little acclimated to the capital city.

After Chen Sheng's careful cultivation and careful maintenance, five trees finally survived.

Chen Sheng treasures these five Xiangfei bamboos as much as the orchids in the Wuming Tea House.

Chen Sheng was startled and said, "You want to transplant bamboos to your house?"

"But now in the cold winter, the bamboo cannot survive even if it is moved."

"You'd better change it to something else."

Chen Dawei smiled even more guiltily.

But he still had the courage to tell the truth, "It doesn't matter whether he lives or not. I don't want bamboo to plant in my yard. Uncle Eight just needs to cut off a section for me."

"What?" Chen Sheng stood up in shock, "Cut off a section?!"

Chen Dawei looked down at the ground, not daring to look directly at his cousin.

Since he is entrusted by others, he always has to finish what he needs to say, "That's Liu Yong..."

"He wanted to make a pen for Aunt Jiang to use. Old Master Ouyang said Xiangfei bamboo is suitable."

"Oh, but they said it won't be free, they will pay for it!"

Chen Sheng heard the key, "You said it was Madam Jiang who wanted this Xiang Fei Bamboo?"

His tone returned to normal and he sat back in his chair.

Chen Dawei replied politely, "It's not Aunt Jiang. Aunt Jiang just wanted to make a pen, but couldn't find the right material."

"Liu Yong and the others were discussing how to find a way to help Aunt Jiang."

"Because I don't know if it can be done. This matter has to be kept secret. Even Aunt Jiang can't tell it."

"Oh?" Chen Sheng raised the corners of his lips and whispered to himself, "So it's what she wanted."

"That's a nice surprise."

Chen Dawei didn't hear clearly and looked up in confusion.

Chen Sheng smiled and said, "Oh, I mean those children in the Liu family are very filial."

"As their friend, you are also very loyal."

Chen Dawei was overjoyed, "Uncle Eighth, are you agreeing?"

Chen Sheng smiled and nodded, "Yes, the bamboo won't die anyway if you cut it off."

Chen Dawei ran out happily, "I have to tell Liu Yong and the others to go!"

Chen Sheng stopped him, "Wait a minute,"

Chen Dawei stopped and turned around, obediently standing with his hands down and listening.

Chen Sheng said, "I can give the bamboo to them, but there is one condition..."

When Jiang Xiaohua returned home, the house was already lit.

She opened the door and entered the house, and the warmth of the house and the aroma of food hit her face.

Jiang Xiaohua took a deep breath and said with a smile, "It smells so good. What are you cooking?"

The four little ones heard the noise and ran out to greet them.

"Mother!" Xiao Miaomiao held half an orange in her hand and lifted it up on her tiptoes.

"Mom, eat it quickly. I've tasted it. This orange is so sweet!"

Jiang Xiaohua smiled and bent down, picked up the orange and ate it, "Well, it's so sweet!"

Liu Guang stood behind and said, "Mr. Li is cooking porridge in the house."

Liu Ming added, "Yam, jujube and japonica rice porridge."

Jiang Xiaohua casually took the things she bought and walked in, saying, "Why did Mr. Li cook the meal himself before I came back?"

Li Yuanzhi was standing by the charcoal stove, staring at the porridge in the casserole.

He responded, "It's cold, you've been busy outside all day, and you should have something warm to eat when you get home."

Jiang Xiaohua also ran to the stove, rubbed her hands, tilted her head and looked at Li Yuanzhi, and said with a smile:

"You can have something ready to eat when you go home."

"I'm so lucky. I feel like I have an extra snail girl in my family?"

Children have all heard the story of the snail girl.

Xiao Miaomiao clapped her hands and said with a smile, "It's a pity that Mr. Li is not a pretty girl. He should be called Mr. Tianluo!"

Liu Guang also smiled, "Master Tianluo? This is good!"

Li Yuanzhi sighed helplessly, but was not angry at all.

Jiang Xiaohua looked at the porridge in the pot and found that it was almost ready.

The rice porridge is white and sticky, with chopped yam and black and red dates dotted in it.

She sincerely praised, "Well done."

"When I first met you, you couldn't even make a fire or boil water."

The corners of Li Yuanzhi's lips curved happily, "Otherwise, it's just a matter of hearing and seeing."

"I've been following you for so long, and if I can't even cook the simplest rice porridge, wouldn't I be a fool?"

"No, no, no," Jiang Xiaohua said, "You are a genius."

“It’s not just simple rice porridge, now it’s all in different styles.”