Chapter 165 Fu Jin has an invitation

  The pulp of the tomatoes was served in a bowl, sprinkled with frosting sugar, Mu Jin ate some, and the rest were called buckwheat and sorghum, and the four of them shared it.

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

   The tomatoes have not yet been bred to be suitable for raw consumption, and even buckwheat is the first time I have tasted it.

   Everyone likes it, and Mu Jin is naturally happy. He smiled and said: "When the seeds are dried, let's plant the whole piece of land. Well, I asked Qiu Niangzi, these tomatoes will ripen in four or five months and half a year. When the time comes, what do you think? Eat as much as you want."

   "Really?"

   "Hey, that's great!"

   "We Gege are generous!"

   "Thank you for your grace, master, this slave has really cultivated for eight lifetimes to follow you!"

   The master and servant were talking and laughing when Runqiu suddenly came over from Fujin and greeted An with a smile, saying that it was Fujin who asked Mu Gege to speak.

   Fu Jin will never invite her over to chat for no reason, there must be something wrong.

   What can happen? Even if it is not directly related to Li Fangfujin, it must have an indirect relationship.

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

  The king of kerosene will not understand the sadness of the old woman who picks up cinders, and the big brother will not understand the involuntary help of the little transparent.

  The Fourth Master wanted her to have a child, but in this manor, under the current situation, would she dare to have a child?

   "The servant greets Fu Jin!" In the living room of Fu Jin Su Ri in the main courtyard, Mu Jin respectfully bowed his knees.

   "There are no outsiders here, no need to pay attention to these things, get up and sit down!"

  Fu Jin smiled dignifiedly and kindly, and with the dark purple clothes 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 six years old.

   In reality, however, Fu Jin was two years younger than Si Ye.

   "Xie Fujin!" Mu Jin smiled at her, and Fang sat upright with his hands folded on the small tumbler.

   With her smile, Fu Jin suddenly felt a ray of sunlight flashing before his eyes, so bright and amazing.

  Fujin has never been jealous of a woman's beauty, because in her opinion, and in her education, it is also taught that people who are lustful will love to ride.

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

   is never looks.

   But seeing Mu Jin like this at this moment, she had no reason to give birth to two or three parts of the jealousy and sorrow that she should not have given birth to.

   Such a beautiful and unique temperament, a beauty with a natural smile and a smile, maybe it is different from others?

   No wonder, how long has it been since I came back? Even if you are such a picky person, he is willing to go to her place more often.

   I used to dote on Mrs. Lee again, but I never saw my master rest at Mrs. Lee’s place for two consecutive nights. Maybe he didn't realize it himself, he was with the Mu family yesterday and before.

  Fu Jin suppressed the bitterness in his heart and greeted Mu Jin for tea with a smile.

   After two or three gossips, Fu Jin's words changed: "You are very capable and very smart. I can't blame the Lord for loving you so much. This is a blessing that others can't envy."

  Mu Jin lowered his head, a sneer flashed across his eyes, and said softly, "This is all your cultivation, Fu Jin, otherwise, the servants wouldn't even be able to see the master."

   Wrong time. . . . . . . . . . .

  

  

   (end of this chapter)