The next day, An Jin was shocked to see a pile of mooncakes in the room.
The women who came to help were also frightened.
"My goodness, how long did the girls do it last night? That's so much?"
“What a nice smell!”
"It's true! As soon as I walked in, I could smell the fragrance of cakes filling the yard!"
"What a thoughtful girl!"
"This pancake looks so delicate. Oh, there are so many small ones over there? So funny! It feels like a child eating one in one bite."
"There are big ones over there, too. One big one can replace three small ones. I think the small ones are better. Dim sum is too greasy to eat too much."
Everyone looked at it and chattered. An Jin felt like crying and his eyes were red.
The women were shocked and asked, "What's wrong with you, An Jin? Why are you crying?"
An Jin raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and said with emotion: "Last night I said I would accompany the girl to make mooncakes, but I kept yawning. The girl couldn't bear it and felt sorry for me, so she let me go to bed early. I didn't expect the girl to do so much! She must have done it until the middle of the night. I am really useless."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone couldn't help but praise Song Yue for her beauty and kindness, saying that this master was really good.
An Jin is usually easy to get along with.
Everyone hurried to comfort him.
"Hey, An Jin, don't cry, don't cry. You should be happy that the girl cares about you!"
"That's right, where can you find such a good master?"
"The girl is a kind-hearted and good master. We are lucky to follow her."
"That's right. Other places only give you a few copper coins for festivals and let you go home to have a meal with your family. It's nothing like our boss, who gives us three times the wages as a reward and even makes mooncakes for us himself!"
Everybody was chattering.
Qin Duruo was covering for someone else today and came here to patrol. He happened to hear some commotion in Song Yue's yard, so he came over to see what was going on.
"What's wrong? Why is An Jin crying? What difficulties have you encountered?"
Qin Duruo has been coming here from time to time recently, and everyone in the hospital knows him.
The women all smiled and said it was okay.
An Jin was also a little embarrassed and just said a few brief words. Qin Duruo smelled the strong aroma of pastries as soon as he stepped into the yard. After hearing these words, he glanced at the half-flooded door and saw a small room full of pastries. He was quite shocked.
Qin Duruo was shocked, "Miss Song made all these by herself after working all night?!"
An Jin nodded, "Yes, the girl wants to give it to someone, and Miss Chunshan and I stayed up all night to make it."
Qin Duruo was very shocked, and then sighed: "The girl is really thoughtful."
Isn’t that what everyone says?!
So there was another round of conversation.
The shop owners who were delivering food came over with their waiters. An Jin hurried to take the goods. Seeing that the yard was bustling, they also gossiped.
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The Food Guide of the little lucky girl
Historical FictionAfter waking up from a dream, Song Yue's soul traveled directly to a fictional dynasty. Not only did she become a little farm girl, but her family was extremely poor. Fortunately, the exchange system came along. We have all the top-quality ingredi...