Qing Dynasty: Pampering The Queen

The tomato pulp was served in a bowl and sprinkled with frosting sugar. Mu Jin ate some, and the rest were called buckwheat and sorghum, and they ate them among the four.

When the four of them saw her ordering to pour frosting sugar into the bowl at first, they were very distressed, but now they all praised it when they ate it, saying that it was sour and sweet, very delicious.

Tomatoes before have not been bred to be good varieties suitable for eating raw, and even buckwheat is tasted for the first time.

Everyone liked it, so Mu Jin was naturally happy. He smiled and said: "When the seeds are dry, let's plant them on the whole plot. Well, I asked Mrs. Qiu, these tomatoes will mature in four to five months or less than half a year. By then, what do you think?" Eat as much as you want."

"Really?"

"Oh, that would be great!"

"Our princess is generous!"

"Thank you, master, for your kindness. This servant really cultivated eight lifetimes of blessings to follow you!"

The master and servant were talking and laughing, when Fujin's side Runqiu suddenly came and greeted Ann with a smile, saying that it was Fujin who asked Mu Gege to talk.

Fujin would never invite her to chat with him for no reason, there must be something going on.

What can be the matter? Even if it is not directly related to Li Fangfu Jin, there must be an indirect relationship.

Mu Jin chuckled, look, on the surface, she seems to be very favored and living a happy life, but in fact she is so involuntary.

The king of kerosene will not understand the sadness of the old woman picking up cinders, and the boss will not understand Xiao Transparent's involuntary control.

Fourth Master wanted her to have a baby, but in this mansion, with the current situation, would she dare to have one?

"Slave pays respects to Fujin!" In Fujin's Suri living room in the main courtyard, Mu Jin bowed respectfully.

"There are no outsiders here, so there is no need to be so particular about it. Get up and sit down!"

Fujin smiled dignifiedly and kindly, coupled with the dark purple clothes trimmed with gold trim, and the meticulously combed bun, it made people feel that the woman in front of him was at least thirty-five or sixteen years old.

However, in fact, Fujin is two years younger than fourth master.

"Xie Fujin!" Mu Jin smiled at her, and Fang sat upright with her arms folded on the twig.

With her smile, Fujin suddenly felt a ray of sunshine flashing in front of his eyes, it was so bright and amazing.

Fujin has never been jealous of any woman's beauty, because in her opinion, and in the education she received, it was also taught that those who use sex to serve others will fall in love with them.

The most important thing for a woman is the character of being virtuous and virtuous, the power of the mistress who is the master of the house, the confidence to have children by the side of the mother, and the support of the mother's family with a strong background.

It was never about looks.

But at this moment, seeing Mu Jin like this, she felt a little bit of jealousy and sorrow that she shouldn't have felt for no reason.

Such a beautiful woman with a unique temperament and a natural frown and smile, maybe she is different from others?

No wonder, how long has it been since I came back, even if I am so picky, I would like to go to her place more often.

No matter how much I doted on Mrs. Li before, I never saw my grandfather resting at Mrs. Mrs. Li's place for two nights in a row. Maybe the master himself didn't realize that he was with the Mu family yesterday and the day before.

Fujin suppressed the sourness in his heart, and greeted Mu Jin to drink tea with a smile.

After two or three gossips, Fujin changed the subject: "You are capable and very smart, and I can't blame you for loving you so much. This is a blessing that no one else can envy."

Mu Jin lowered her head, a sneer flickered in her eyes, and said softly: "This is all cultivated by you, Fujin, otherwise, the servant would not even be able to see the master."

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