"It's not too much, and it's not too little. Anyway, the money can't fall into my hands, and it's still going to be eaten into your own stomach in the end." Yan Xuehuai looked at Dong Wanqian with no concern, "Forget it, you can just give it the lowest one, ten taels, ten taels, this is the lowest one, there's no lower than this."

Dong Wanqian's hand was hanging in the air, and he paused, and suddenly slapped the table with a bang. Yan Xuehuai was startled and almost threw out the large basin in his hand.

"Yan Huaishui, what do you mean? Who do you look down on? Do you think I am so poor that I can't even afford to eat? Ten taels? Do you think I am a beggar? "

Yan Baishi?

Yan Xuehuai wants to beat someone up!

However, for the sake of money, I endured it.

"If you can't bear to leave, then forget it. Don't make a big fuss in my shop. It's like my family is forcing you to pay for money, for a 100-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-80-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-

Yan Xuehuai left after saying that. Dong Wanqian was furious and chased her into the kitchen: "Don't leave, why are you leaving? You look down on me, right? I think I have no money, right? I have money, don't leave, don't leave!"

Lu Ying'er and a few looked over in surprise. Yan Xuehuai winked at her, poured the peeled eggs into the brine, turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Dong Wanqian was still following behind, Yan Xuehuai ignored her, walked to the counter, took out the accounting book, turned to a blank page, and handed the pen to Dong Wanqian: "Can you write your name?"

Dong Wanqian was stunned: "You write, I will press my handprints."

Yan Xuehuai looked at her and wrote the three words "Dong Wanqian" in the blank space.

He took a small piece of red paper and poured a little water on the bottom of the bowl, asking Dong Wanqian to put his handprints on it.

Dong Wanqian dipped his fingers in water and wiped them on the red paper, and the fingers became red.

She took the book and was about to press it, and suddenly exclaimed: "No, this is not my name."

Yan Xuehuai said: "What are you talking nonsense? This is your name. If you don't write it, don't talk nonsense."

"I didn't say I couldn't write it. My name has too many strokes and I'm too lazy to write it. The three words you wrote are right, and Qian is right, but this ten thousand words are wrong, it is wrong."

Yan Xuehuai immediately understood what was going on. She subconsciously pulled her clothes, and accidentally, her vest almost fell off.

"I know what you are talking about, but your ten thousand words has the word "grass" on it. I see that you look horizontally and vertically, it doesn't look like a candle, so I think the word "grass" is not suitable for you, so I wrote this ten thousand words. If you take a closer look, is it simple and good to write this way?"

Dong Wanqian looked carefully and shook his head: "Your handwriting is so ugly, it's almost the same as mine."

Yan Xuehuai rolled her eyes. In the era when I came, brush calligraphy was considered a specialty, but you, the ancients who were born and raised, were flaws who could not write.

Can this be the same in the difference between specialties and defects?

However, Yan Xuehuai said that she was not like a fool, and Dong Wanqian was quite helpful.

She no longer hesitated and pressed her handprint on her name.

Yan Xuehuai said: "How much do you want to pack?"

It's about money again.

Dong Wanqian reached into his arms and took out two silver notes with body temperature, each of which was fifty taels, and the two were added together by one hundred taels.

"I didn't bring any money when I went out today. Just remember this little. I'll take a little more. I'll take a little more money when I go back."

Yan Xuehuai picked up the two silver notes and looked at them. In fact, she couldn't see anything, but in order to show that she was an expert, she not only looked at them, but also looked at them in the light.

She wrote the words "Date" and "100 taels" under Dong Wanqian's name.

Dong Wanqian looked at it and then looked at the three words "Dong Wanqian" written by Yan Xuehuai.

"You tear a piece of paper and write my name on it. I'll go back and practice according to it. This ten thousand words are quite suitable for me."

Yan Xuehuai held back her laughter and wrote the three words "Dong Wanqian" on the paper. Dong Wanqian took it, blew it dry, folded it carefully and put it in his arms.

At this moment, Li Shiji's curtain lifted up from outside and penetrated into his head.

The man looked inside carefully and happened to meet Yan Xuehuai's gaze.

"Second...Second Miss?" The man was stunned for a moment, then he rushed in and knelt on the ground with a thud, "Second Miss, I finally found you, are you...Second Madam not here?"

The person in front of him was wearing a coarse cloth jacket. The color of the jacket could not be seen as gray or blue. It was dirty. He was also unkempt and had a yellow face and thin skin. If it weren't for the charming voice, Yan Xuehuai would have thought that this was a middle-aged woman.

"Who are you?" Yan Xuehuai really couldn't recognize the person in front of her, but she heard her mouth sing a second wife and a second girl, eight or nine out of ten, this was from the Yan family.

The man cried, "Miss Two, do you really not recognize me? I am Xiuzhu, it is Xiuzhu."

"You... are you Xiuzhu?" Yan Xuehuai pointed at her, unable to believe it.

Although Xiuzhu in her memory is not a great beauty, she is also pretty. She loves to dress up on weekdays, and even when she is pregnant, she does not delay applying makeup.

But Yan Xuehuai would believe the person in front of him, saying that she was Xiuzhu's mother.

"I am Xiuzhu, second girl, I have found you. You and the second wife must be the master of me."

Dong Wanqian, who was standing beside him, was stunned and pointed at Xiuzhu and asked Yan Xuehuai: "Who is this person? Your relative?"

Yan Xuehuai shook her head: "My grandfather passed away and my uncle is no longer there. My only mother and I are in my family, and there are no other relatives."

"What, isn't your father still alive? By the way, this person is from your father, right?" Dong Wanqian had a deep memory of Master Yan Er, after all, it was the person she whipped with a whip.

Yan Xuehuai corrected: "Master Yan Er said he would not recognize me, so I don't have this father, and he doesn't have my daughter, so you don't recognize relatives for me in the future."

Then, she pointed to Xiuzhu and said, "This is Master Yan Er's wife, and the one who Master Yan Er takes the heart to his heart, and the mother of Master Yan Er's son."

Dong Wanqian didn't understand it for a while. She digested it for a while and suddenly realized: "I remembered that your father, no, Yan Baibing threw you and your mother halfway for her? But just like her? Yan Baibing's eyes are so good, and she doesn't look like a vixen no matter how she looks."

Dong Wanqian felt that Yan Bai's face must be blind.

Yan Huaishui's mother is much more decent than this vixen who doesn't look like a fox. Not to mention anything else, she looks so cool when she was fighting yesterday.

When Xiuzhu heard Yan Xuehuai and Dong Wanqian say this, she kowtowed.

Yan Xuehuai sat down without moving. However, when Lu Ying'er heard the movement, she came out to look at it. Seeing that the young master didn't wink at her, she guessed that nothing big happened, so she turned around and went back to the kitchen.

"Stop knocking, I'll break the bricks, I'll change the bricks."

Xiuzhu stopped quickly, sobbed and looked at Yan Xuehuai: "Second Miss, I am sorry for you, I am sorry for the second wife."

"Stop! My mother and I, we have nothing to do with the Yan family, and nothing to do with you. The people on the street either call the boss lady or call Miss Li. Don't talk about the second wife at once, I feel disgusted."
Chapter completed!