The next day, the matter of telegram and express delivery was originally handed over to Lu Xingzhou.
But he suddenly received a mission, came back, packed his things and left.
Requires five days of overseas assignment.
Time is neither long nor short.
She left the express delivery to Fu Xueyao. She bought a lot of things, so Lu Xingzhou called Meng He to help her.
Although Wuzhen is a small town with a large number of people living in it, people from home and abroad come here to buy everything, so there is also a post office here.
A while after lunch, there was a knock on the door.
When he opened the door, it was Meng He.
"Sister-in-law, Brother Xingzhou has already told me that when you go to the post office, I will help you carry your things there."
Fu Xueyao smiled: "Come in and sit for a while."
Meng He found a seat and sat down, blinked and asked, "Sister-in-law, have you made sour plum soup? I haven't had it for several days and I miss it very much."
He has never seen anyone make simple sour plum soup so delicious. Ever since he drank it for the first time at Fu Xueyao's house, he has been thinking about it every day.
Fu Xueyao gave him a bag of raw materials for soaking before.
But this thing cannot escape the fate of being divided as soon as it returns.
What could have been consumed for a week was suddenly gone in two days, all because of those shameless people.
Fu Xueyao: "Sour plum soup? I haven't made this at home recently. Let's drink something else."
Even if you drink this all day long, you will feel tired. Fu Xueyao simply hasn't had any drinks these days.
Meng He nodded: "Okay, thank you sister-in-law."
He has already seen his sister-in-law's cooking skills, and she can make ordinary vegetarian dishes delicious.
It turned out to be a good thing that Lu Xingzhou was on a mission, and he could drink new products again.
You can do this task as many times as you like.
After a while, Fu Xueyao brought two glasses of yellow drinks with some dark seeds in them.
To be honest, Meng He was a little reluctant to look at this color.
If Lu Xingzhou came, he might be harming him.
But his sister-in-law will never harm him.
Fu Xueyao handed one of the cups to Meng He: "Try it, it should suit your taste."
Meng He: "Brother, has he drank?"
Fu Xueyao joked: "He just made a new product today, so he can't catch up with this opportunity."
Meng He laughed twice: "I caught up. It seems that I am the destined person for this drink."
Lu Xingzhou is still not so lucky. Let him glare at him last time. Once he gets on well with his sister-in-law, he won't have to be afraid of him anymore.
Meng He picked up the drink and smelled it, and a strong fruity aroma instantly floated on the tip of his nose.
“Are mango and passion fruit added to it?”
The two fruity flavors collide and the fragrance becomes more intense.
However, Meng He still felt that the taste of passion fruit was deeper. Just by smelling it, Meng He could feel the faint sourness.
He couldn't figure out what the passion fruit was for.
When he was a kid, his eldest brother bought some passion fruit home and lied to him that it was a very sweet fruit. As a result, he almost died of acidity.
At that time, he felt that eating this fruit raw would be life-threatening. It was a very vicious fruit.
Fu Xueyao: "Yes, it's sour and sweet, it has a unique taste."
Meng He's expression was a bit indescribable.
It's definitely sour, but is it really sweet?
Mango is already a bit sour, but if you add passion fruit, a vicious fruit, is it really okay to drink it?
Many doubts flashed through his heart, and his stomach felt irritated before he even drank.
Suddenly I don't want to drink anymore.
He likes sweet, sour and sweet things, after all, that’s what sour plum soup tastes like, but it’s too sour, and he really can’t stand it.
I heard that pregnant women are particularly acidophilic and will not feel sour even if they eat something sour.
Meng He suspected that Fu Xueyao was like this.
But his sister-in-law specially brought it out for him to drink. If he didn't drink it, wouldn't it break her heart?
Not to mention that he had eaten so much from Fu Xueyao before, but if Lu Xingzhou knew that he had made his wife sad, he would certainly not get the good news.
Forget it, you have to drink it morning and night, why not just go all out and finish it early.
Meng He swallowed, took a breath, frowned, picked up the cup, closed his eyes and prepared to drink it in one gulp.
Cai Menghe was immersed in his own reverie and didn't notice Fu Xueyao's movements.
Here, looking at him drinking Passion Mango Ice Tea as if he was dead, I almost went crazy with joy, and I could hardly hold my lips together.
Meng He seemed to be drinking poison.
If there were no conditions, she would definitely record it for him and send it to Lu Xingzhou.
She didn't know that Meng He was so full of inner drama. If she knew, she would definitely laugh out loud.
Halfway through the drink, Meng He suddenly realized that the drink was not as sour as he thought.
He stopped what he was doing, his brows gradually relaxed, and his tongue rolled into his mouth. The taste was indeed not too sour.
This fruit tea is exactly what Fu Xueyao said, sweet yet sour, sour yet sweet, and extremely tasty.
He couldn't help but take another sip.
A trace of regret flashed through his mind. He had been too hasty just now, and the food reached his throat without tasting it at first, causing him to waste so much.
Now he announced that this drink combining mango and passion fruit is more delicious than sour plum soup.
It's a pity that this can only be made fresh. It would be great if you could take it back to the dormitory to make it like sour plum soup.
He could shamelessly ask for it again.
With his relationship with his sister-in-law, she will definitely fulfill his wish.
Meng He's eyes flashed with surprise: "Sister-in-law, is there even honey added to this?"
Fu Xueyao said with a smile: "Yes, if you don't do it, I'm really afraid that you will regard death as death."
Meng He smiled sheepishly.
He will never doubt anything made by his sister-in-law again.
He just looked at the ranking, and the things that passed through his sister-in-law's hands were not less delicious, only more delicious.
"Does this drink have a name?"
Fu Xueyao: "Baixiangmang."
Soon, Meng He finished the remaining half of his glass. He blinked and continued to look at Fu Xueyao.
She understood what he meant instantly.
"There's still some in the refrigerator. If you want to drink, you can pour it."
"Is there anything cold in the kitchen?"
