Chapter 722: Chapter 723: The Snacks are Not Clean Chapter 722: Chapter 723: The Snacks are Not Clean Meng Xinian felt that going from house to house delivering pastries wasnât his style, and besides, giving a box to each house would be too costly. He wondered how to get these pastries tasted by the most people, so he dragged Old Meng into his scheme.
Old Meng slapped his thigh and immediately came up with a great idea.
âLetâs put on a grand opera!â
âWhat grand opera?â Meng Xinian couldnât keep up with the old manâs train of thought.
Old Meng waved his hand and explained, âYou donât understand. Old Wangâs sworn brother has a big house over in Ziyu Alley. Every month, he invites some opera enthusiasts and aficionados to his estate for a few gatherings where they sing operas and chat. When they get tired of singing, they need to eat something, and sometimes they have a chef from a restaurant prepare the food and deliver it.â
Meng Xinian instantly understood and said immediately, âSo weâll send these pastries over for them to eat?â
âThese pastries are made by my daughter-in-law; they are so delicious that I really donât want to give them away for nothing,â Old Meng grumbled, eyeing the pastries with significant reluctance and swallowing hard.
He almost wished he could eat all the pastries himself.
But then he thought of his daughter-in-law and quickly suppressed his craving. He needed to find a way to make money for her. As for himself, hadnât she said she would mail him a few boxes every fortnight?
Hmm, his daughter-in-law was indeed wonderful.
Though, if she could grow up faster and marry into the family sooner, that would be even better.
Hence, another person longed for Chiang Xiao to grow up.
âOld man, how will they know the pastries are delicious if they donât taste them?â Meng Xinian could tell Old Meng was craving them again just by his looks.
Meng Xinian was somewhat curious about the recipes for these pastries.
Even he had eaten several pieces of the mung bean pastries and still wasnât satisfied. He normally was not the kind of person to give into food cravings, but these pastries indeed seemed extremely delicious to him.
The most important thing was, after eating these pastries, he didnât feel any heaviness or bloating.
âI know, I know, Iâm not saying I wonât deliver,â Old Meng replied.
As soon as Old Wang heard Old Meng say there were more pastries and that they were going to organize a play in his sworn brotherâs courtyard, he immediately started making arrangements energetically.
âOld Meng, when are you delivering those pastries we ordered last time?â
They had all been looking forward to it these past few days.
âSoon, very soon!â Old Mengâs face lit up with joy when he heard that they were all anticipating the pastries.
His daughter-in-law was truly capable; she really made him proud!
âSpeaking of which, Old Meng, isnât it strange?â Old Wang lowered his voice and said, âI had constipation for half a month before, but after eating the pastries that day, I had a bowel movement when I got backâŠâ
Before he could finish, Old Meng was already frowning and scolding, âOld Wang, what are you implying? That the pastries are unclean?â
Old Wang hurriedly assured, âNo, no, Old Meng, why are you in such a hurry? I havenât even finished explaining. I can tell whether itâs food poisoning. What I mean is that it cleared my bowels! No stomach pain, no diarrhea, just a very normal bowel movement! Isnât that a good thing?â
If he thought the food wasnât sanitary, would he be so eager to help and looking forward to the pastries?
Only then did Old Mengâs expression soften, âThen clarify a bit more.â
âIsnât what Iâm saying clear enough? Iâve been constipated for half a month, almost had to go to the hospital, but the other day it suddenly got better, and the relief was unmatched!â
After all, it was a matter of excretion, so Old Wang still spoke in a hushed tone.
âBut this morning, it was bad again, hence I guessed it must be because of the pastries. Maybe they have a laxative effect?â