Famine: I farmed and saved the world

Chapter 211 "Love Letter"

Jiang Wan was still thinking about raising some honey in the space, and the fruit trees in it could collect nectar, and then there would be more honey to eat.

Ice cream is not difficult to make, just beat the sugar and eggs together, then boil the milk until it is slightly boiled, and finally pour it together and stir well, and freeze it.

You can also add a variety of juices in it to make different flavors.

In addition to fruit ice cream, she also made red bean, mung bean, yogurt, and various flavors.

She made dozens of cubes and froze many large ice cubes. When the sun in the sky is blazing in the next few years, these things will be her life.

Dong dong dong, there was a faint knock on the door from outside, which sounded feeble.

Coconut squatting in the corner, always staring at the ice cream on the ground, waiting for them to be inattentive, so that they can steal one or two. At this time, someone knocked on the door, disturbing its stealing plan, and called twice perfunctorily. Keep staring at the ice cream.

Squatting on the ground in the backyard, Jiang Wan, who was busy demoulding the frozen ice cream, pricked up his ears to hear the truth, and poured milk into the mold and continued to freeze the next batch of Jiang Dad said, "Dad, someone knocked Door."

Dad Jiang held the bucket full of milk and didn't let go, "Fuck you, I'm busy. Go see who it is?"

Jiang Ma, who was beating egg liquid, was buzzing with an egg beater, where did she hear it, and finally Jiang Nian stood up helplessly to open the door.

After a while, I heard Jiang Nian's door opening. After saying a few short words, the door was closed, and Jiang Nian slowly approached the footsteps.

Jiang Wan was still busy throwing frozen ice cream into the space, and without raising her head, she heard Jiang Nian approaching her, "Grandma, who knocked on the door?"

There were quite a few people knocking on their door during this time. Even if Jiang Wan told them that it was a good thing, they would find out later. People in the village couldn't help but be curious. Every once in a while, people came to visit and ask around the corner to find out who happened that day. The things that the convoy came to were all dealt with by them.

It is better not to tell them about the planting thing before it is announced.

"I don't know, it's a little boy in his teens, dressed in rags and thin, looking pitiful. He said that someone asked him to help deliver a letter with your name written on it." Jiang Nian put the A small envelope was handed to Jiang Wan.

"Letter?" Jiang Wan looked up at what Jiang Nian handed over, and was very curious. Who would write a letter to herself? Why don't you just come to me if you have something?
Jiang Wan got up and took it in his hand, looking at the envelope, it was white, the size of a palm, and covered with a flat plastic film.
Inside was a small envelope, the kind with the seal on it open, but the triangular piece of paper on the seal was stuck to a piece of dark red sealing wax, and the round wax piece was printed with a rose pattern.

Next to the sealing wax was written, "Jiang Wan personally opened it!"

The handwriting is powerful, and the cursive writing in the continuous strokes is smooth, and it is very ornamental. From this, it can be seen that the person who writes the pen should be quite literary.

Dad Jiang stretched his neck to look at the iron bucket in his arms, looked at the small envelope, the roses printed on the sealing wax, and said with a smile, "Why does this envelope look like a love letter? It's not Zhou Ji's gift. Did you write it?"

Jiang Nian also stretched her head to join in the fun, "It shouldn't be Zhou Ji, you live so close, what letter is written, you can hear it when you shout outside, can't it be written by another man for you? You can't be sorry for Zhou Ji. ."

Dad Jiang has a posture that you don't understand, "Mom, you don't know this. This is the romance of young people. Which girl doesn't want to receive a love letter."

"If Zhou Ji wrote it, it should be sent by Zhou Zipei or Zhou Zihao, not a miserable child." Jiang Nui pleaded unconvinced.

"Can't you see if you take it apart?" Jiang Wan listened to what the two of them said.

In fact, she was also curious about what was written in it.

Gently lift off the sealing wax, revealing a corner inside, like a postcard, slowly pull out, a bright and dripping rose is printed in the middle of the white postcard, and water droplets are hanging on the rose, and the rose is red and bright. The pearls were all glowing red, Jiang Wan took out half of it and just glanced at it, and quickly stuffed it in.

Her movements were not as fast as Nanny Jiang's and Papa Jiang's eyes. They had seen the previous two sentences and laughed knowingly.

"Sure enough, it's a love letter. I've seen it. It's printed with such a big rose. Let's see if it's from Zhou Ji." Jiang Nian urged.

Dad Jiang couldn't wait, "That's right, take a look."

Jiang also received a love letter when he was studying in the evening. It's nothing, but now it's very embarrassing to open it in front of Jiang's mother and Jiang's mother, and show it to them again.

"I'll go look inside." Jiang Wan was about to leave holding the envelope, but was dragged back by Jiang's father and Jiang Nian by one arm.

"Look right here, if someone likes you, it's embarrassing. Hurry up and take a look at what's written inside. Is it written by Zhou Ji for you?" Jiang Nian urged her.

Jiang Ma, who was beating eggs inside, heard the movement outside and ran out to see it. She also saw the small envelope in Jiang Wan's hand, so she rushed up to read it, "A love letter? Open it and take a look."

Jiang Wan looked at her left and right front, which were blocked by three heads. Knowing that she couldn't run, she had to bite the bullet and open it again. As she pulled out the postcard, the message inside slowly revealed.

"The little prince once said to five thousand roses, 'You are beautiful, but you are empty, and no one can die for you.' If life can give a rose a soul, I am willing to use my life to make your rose more beautiful Smart."

The postcard slid here, Jiang Mama had already shouted excitedly, as if she was knocking a pile of candy, "Wow wow, so romantic, he wants to tell you that he is your little prince, willing to interpret love with life, to protect you?"

"Tsk tsk, which bastard dares to do it and doesn't recognize it, this should be said face to face." Dad Jiang was already happy.

"Continue, you two, don't interrupt." Jiang Nian was very dissatisfied with Jiang's father and mother's performance of delaying her eating melons.

Jiang Wan was not as excited as they were, just wrinkled her face, feeling embarrassed and numb, and almost got goosebumps.

Continue to slide down, it reads,

".[-] roses are ready, only your unique rose is missing.

The first meeting was embarrassed and rude, so I offered a gift to express my apology. Tomorrow noon, in the eastern suburbs of the county, the Shengshi Building, look forward to coming, and live up to the five thousand roses blooming for you. "

Jiang Wan took out the entire postcard, in the lower right corner,
'mole'

The white postcard slipped from Jiang Wan's hand, and the delicate rose on it fell on the dust on the ground.

　The Little Prince and the Rose, a very romantic fairy tale.

　　But this is the end of the world, not to mention the roses in fairy tales, even the postcards are printed with water droplets on the roses, it is not pure.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)