Chapter 347： Nebula Tea House 4
Chapter 347 Nebula Teahouse 4
Yang Laner looked at the rose steamed buns on the plate. On the porcelain white plate were placed a few lifelike rose steamed buns, and then decorated with a few rose leaves.
"I'll try it too." Listening to her explanation, Su Yongyuan suddenly felt hungry.
Yang Laner pointed to a small dish of rose sauce next to it, "Dipping some rose sauce before eating steamed buns tastes even better. You can try it."
Su Yongqing nodded while eating.
Then, Yang Laner introduced the rose cake, rose flower cake, rose crystal cake, etc. on the table
Tan Anjun helped her pick up a rose shortbread, and said with a chuckle, "They all understand, you can taste it quickly."
Yang Lan'er smiled at him, and helped him pick up another piece of rose cake, "Try it too."
"Okay," Tan Anjun said with a smile on his lips, seeing his little wife's puffed cheeks looked like a little squirrel, he couldn't help reaching out and pinching her cheek.
Yang Lan'er was used to being pinched by him, her big almond eyes were as moist as autumn water, she bent towards him, and then bowed her head to take a sip of watermelon juice.
The two Su brothers watched the interaction between their husband and wife, and suddenly felt that the elegant room was full of pink bubbles, and the sweet smell lingered in their noses. They both shook their bodies at the same time, turned and looked downstairs. Look, see the storytelling is about to start.
"Brother Qing, sit down, the storytelling will start soon." Su Yongyuan felt that he had been stuffed with dog food and had a little indigestion.
"Oh, okay, my eyes are a little hot, I just listened to a book, just wash my eyes." Su Yongqing lifted his buttocks and moved towards the window.
Yang Lan'er and his wife's martial arts practice is not a problem at all, sitting at the table slowly tasting food, listening to the storyteller downstairs.
As the lobby fell silent, the wake-up wood sounded.
Shenye's deep and melodious voice rang out: "The poem says: One drink and one peck, is it predetermined? A moment of joking, a lifelong talk. It is said that everything in life is predetermined. There is always a moment of accidental play, make fun of it. The words of the future will be taken care of later, but it is like a prophecy resounding, and nothing is wrong..."
—
noon.
Tan Anjun invited Su Yongqing to go home with him for lunch. After the meal, Su Yongqing took his long leave and went back casually.
Before the opening of the teahouse, I was busy. Now that the teahouse is open, I suddenly feel free again.
After waking up from the lunch break, Yang Lan'er didn't get up in a hurry. After making sure that the door was bolted, she flashed into the space. The crops inside were all ripe. She harvested them and then replanted them.
Yang Lan'er looked at the food and vegetables piled up in the space warehouse, squeezed her jaw and considered how to deal with this batch of supplies.
The fish in the small river in the space are also flooded, so we have to think of a surefire way to deal with it.
Yang Lan'er felt that her whole body was limp and unable to lift, so she went to the bathtub to soak in the hot spring, thinking about how to take out these supplies and sell them in the shop.
After taking a bath, Yang Lan'er came to the study room. Now the teahouse is still being renovated for its opening. If it wants to open, it will have to wait until after the autumn harvest. During this time, she will see if she can find something else to do.
Searching on the bookshelf, I found several books in simplified characters. Yang Lan'er felt excited, and sat at the desk to read carefully.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that she woke up. She hurriedly flashed out of the space, and opened the door in three steps at a time.
"My lady, what are you doing in the room? You have locked the door." Tan Anjun looked around her suspiciously.
Yang Lan'er raised the book in her hand, "Lying on the bed and reading, where did you go in the afternoon?"
(end of this chapter)
Yang Laner looked at the rose steamed buns on the plate. On the porcelain white plate were placed a few lifelike rose steamed buns, and then decorated with a few rose leaves.
"I'll try it too." Listening to her explanation, Su Yongyuan suddenly felt hungry.
Yang Laner pointed to a small dish of rose sauce next to it, "Dipping some rose sauce before eating steamed buns tastes even better. You can try it."
Su Yongqing nodded while eating.
Then, Yang Laner introduced the rose cake, rose flower cake, rose crystal cake, etc. on the table
Tan Anjun helped her pick up a rose shortbread, and said with a chuckle, "They all understand, you can taste it quickly."
Yang Lan'er smiled at him, and helped him pick up another piece of rose cake, "Try it too."
"Okay," Tan Anjun said with a smile on his lips, seeing his little wife's puffed cheeks looked like a little squirrel, he couldn't help reaching out and pinching her cheek.
Yang Lan'er was used to being pinched by him, her big almond eyes were as moist as autumn water, she bent towards him, and then bowed her head to take a sip of watermelon juice.
The two Su brothers watched the interaction between their husband and wife, and suddenly felt that the elegant room was full of pink bubbles, and the sweet smell lingered in their noses. They both shook their bodies at the same time, turned and looked downstairs. Look, see the storytelling is about to start.
"Brother Qing, sit down, the storytelling will start soon." Su Yongyuan felt that he had been stuffed with dog food and had a little indigestion.
"Oh, okay, my eyes are a little hot, I just listened to a book, just wash my eyes." Su Yongqing lifted his buttocks and moved towards the window.
Yang Lan'er and his wife's martial arts practice is not a problem at all, sitting at the table slowly tasting food, listening to the storyteller downstairs.
As the lobby fell silent, the wake-up wood sounded.
Shenye's deep and melodious voice rang out: "The poem says: One drink and one peck, is it predetermined? A moment of joking, a lifelong talk. It is said that everything in life is predetermined. There is always a moment of accidental play, make fun of it. The words of the future will be taken care of later, but it is like a prophecy resounding, and nothing is wrong..."
—
noon.
Tan Anjun invited Su Yongqing to go home with him for lunch. After the meal, Su Yongqing took his long leave and went back casually.
Before the opening of the teahouse, I was busy. Now that the teahouse is open, I suddenly feel free again.
After waking up from the lunch break, Yang Lan'er didn't get up in a hurry. After making sure that the door was bolted, she flashed into the space. The crops inside were all ripe. She harvested them and then replanted them.
Yang Lan'er looked at the food and vegetables piled up in the space warehouse, squeezed her jaw and considered how to deal with this batch of supplies.
The fish in the small river in the space are also flooded, so we have to think of a surefire way to deal with it.
Yang Lan'er felt that her whole body was limp and unable to lift, so she went to the bathtub to soak in the hot spring, thinking about how to take out these supplies and sell them in the shop.
After taking a bath, Yang Lan'er came to the study room. Now the teahouse is still being renovated for its opening. If it wants to open, it will have to wait until after the autumn harvest. During this time, she will see if she can find something else to do.
Searching on the bookshelf, I found several books in simplified characters. Yang Lan'er felt excited, and sat at the desk to read carefully.
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that she woke up. She hurriedly flashed out of the space, and opened the door in three steps at a time.
"My lady, what are you doing in the room? You have locked the door." Tan Anjun looked around her suspiciously.
Yang Lan'er raised the book in her hand, "Lying on the bed and reading, where did you go in the afternoon?"
(end of this chapter)
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