"Please."

After Zhang Quan finished speaking, he stood by the side door with his hands behind his back, as if he regarded Ji Wei as air.

Ji Wei was not annoyed, and took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake to eat.

A touch of sweet-scented osmanthus, with a soft taste that melts in your mouth. Although it is slightly sweet and greasy, with the bitter tea, the sweetness and bitterness are intertwined, leaving just the right sense of satisfaction.

As expected of everyone.

Ji Wei didn't eat any more pastries, and tapped the armrest with his right hand. When about a hundred or so down, one person stopped Zhang Quan.

"Uncle Quan, why are you here?"

Zhang Quan is a distant cousin of the Zhang family, and when he was young, he joined hands with the master of the Zhang family. He is a cautious person, but he doesn't have the brain for doing business, so the old man Zhang asked him to stay in the Zhang family as a housekeeper. He is respected by the Zhang family on weekdays, even the young master of the Zhang family, when he sees him Gotta be called uncle.

Zhang Mingyuan was reading a book for a day in the house, and he planned to take a walk around the street, but he didn't think that Zhang Quan was not taking care of his father in the house at this time, and he was standing in the hall not knowing what to do.

He was a little puzzled, and when he walked towards him, he saw Ji Wei sitting not far away, and said loudly: "I have a guest at home, I didn't know it, Ming Yuan is disrespectful."

From the age of ten, Zhang Mingyuan aimed to lift people up in the exam. Unless necessary, he seldom went out, and most of them were locked in the study room and studied hard. He had never seen Ji Wei, nor heard any rumors about him. Seeing his high-spirited, tall and mighty appearance, and extraordinary mind, he had the idea of ​​making friends, and walked towards him quickly, standing by him. In front of you, raise your hand to arch.

"I don't know how to call you Langjun?"

Ji Wei got up, saluted like him, and said loudly: "Next, Ji Wei, who lives in the West Alley next door, came to see Mr. Zhang. Dare you ask if he is a new scholar in the Zhang family?"

"It's me, what's the matter with my father?"

Ji Wei picked up the oil paper bag that was put aside, "A few days ago, thanks to Mr. Zhang, he was willing to give me the extra bricks and soil. I am grateful, and I have nothing to give, so I will send some food I made myself. Zhang Since Xiucai is here, why not try it?"

As he spoke, he removed the red rope.

"Although it's not a valuable thing, it's better than novelty. I figured it out in my spare time, and I don't have it anywhere else." Ji Wei held the oiled paper bag and handed it to Zhang Mingyuan. Zhang Mingyuan couldn't refuse and took a piece of butter suspiciously. Biscuits, took a careful bite.

Click.

The sound was too crisp, beyond Zhang Mingyuan's expectations, and startled him. Then he chewed it carefully, and slowly felt the goodness in it, but he couldn't stop.

But he was a scholar after all, and he was a little embarrassed. He put down the hand he was about to raise and sat down on the chair next to Ji Wei crampedly.

"what is this?"

"I call it butter biscuits." Ji Wei pushed the oiled paper bag in front of Zhang Mingyuan and said with a smile, "This is a gift for Mr. Zhang, and Zhang Xiucai doesn't need to be polite. If you like it, I'll bring some more next time. "

Zhang Mingyuan murmured and repeated, "Butter biscuits? How come I've never heard of this. Not even the biggest bakery in the city."

Ji Wei laughed, it would be strange if you had seen it before.

"It seems that Zhang Xiucai's mouth is right. It's a coincidence." Ji Wei secretly rejoiced.

Not many people in Changliu Town are admitted to scholars, only a few each time. But the worst of the bunch is also Mr. Teacher, who is beloved.

Not to mention that the Zhang family is a prominent family in the town. If they really like it, they might be able to borrow a gust of east wind and save a lot of effort.

Ji Wei answered the questions patiently, and Zhang Quan, who was standing on the side, paid close attention to the two of them.

As the saying goes, the country is easy to change and its nature is difficult to change.

It's not that he hasn't met Ji Wei before. How could such a vicious person change so much all of a sudden?

Strange, so rare.

There was a sound from far away in the corridor, the sound of the crutches falling.

Zhang Quan bowed humbly and went up to meet him.

The head of the Zhang family, Mr. Zhang, who is over half a hundred years old, leaned on crutches, alone, and walked slowly. Seeing Zhang Mingyuan and Ji Wei sitting together, something flashed in his eyes, but he only coughed and didn't speak.

"Father, you're up." Zhang Mingyuan came over to hold the old man Zhang's hand without a cane, "Come and taste the gift Ji Wei gave you, and keep your favorite food."

In this regard, the father and son of the Zhang family do have something in common.

No sweetness.

Just like the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it is much sweeter and greasy than the ones made outside.

Mr. Zhang has been working hard for half his life, and his body is not good. Although he is only in his fifties, his legs and feet are already inconvenient, and his face is full of wrinkles.

He looked at Ji Wei with a kind of majesty and sharpness that was incompatible with his age.

"Okay, okay, I've accepted the thing. My son praised it so much, so I must taste it well." Mr. Zhang stroked his gray beard and took a biscuit from the oil-paper bag to eat, but was stopped by Ji Wei.

"These biscuits are a little hard, the old man eats them slowly."

The more flour is added, the taste is more firm@hard. It's not a big problem for ordinary people to eat, but Mr. Zhang is old and often eats soft cakes. If he knocks his teeth, it will be bad.

Mr. Zhang glanced at Ji Yiyi, put the crutch aside, snapped the biscuit in half, and sniffed it under his nose. Apart from the sweet milky taste, he couldn't tell what it was.

Finally, it was thrown into the mouth and bit hard.

It tastes good, but it's too hard.

Mr. Zhang thought silently.

"Father, what do you think?"

"I think I was wrong."

Ji Weiyi let out a long sigh, which made Zhang Mingyuan puzzled.

"Brother Ji, what do you mean?"

"If this gift is given to Xiucai, that's right. But it would be a little uncomfortable to give it to Mr. Zhang." Ji Wei apologized with a smile, "In that case, this should be a gift to Zhang Xiucai."

Zhang Mingyuan still didn't understand, why the gift to his father became his gift?

But the old man is different. The older he gets, the more refined he is. He immediately heard Ji Wei's voice, and secretly applauded in his heart.