Feng Jiuer and a group of female relatives lived in the Yewang Mansion.

"Jiu'er, come and see if this ratio is feasible?"

Little cherries and cold snow were floating in the backyard.

Feng Jiuer and others were sitting in the atrium discussing matters.

"I think it's feasible."

She handed the design drawing in her hand to Zhao Yusheng.

"We will produce it according to your wishes. For this plan, how much gunpowder do you plan to use? Give me the data in advance."

"good."

Zhao Yusheng stood up and took over the design drawings.

"Thanks to Liu Yang for giving me a new idea this time, Liu Yang, let's go."

"Um."

Duan Liuyang stood up and picked up the box on the table.

"Jiu'er, Xiaoyingtao, Xuepiao, Brother Zhao and I went over first."

"good."

Little Cherry waved her hand.

Zhao Yusheng took the box from Duan Liuyang, turned around and left with her.

Little Cherry sat down at the table and gave Feng Jiuer a piece of paper.

"Jiu'er, this is the powder ratio that Xue Piao and I determined. Please take a look."

Feng Jiuer took the paper and read it carefully.

Little Cherry pulled Leng Xuepiao, picked up the bamboo skewer on the table, and forked a piece of pastry.

"Well, I've been thinking about it all morning and I'm starving to death."

"Madam, are you hungry?"

Xing Zizhou came over carrying a basket.

Little Cherry swallowed the pastry, put down the bamboo stick, stood up, and greeted him.

"Is there anything delicious?

I'm hungry!"

"It's Shen Ronger's newly researched chicken soup. I've tried it and it's pretty good."

Xing Zizhou led Little Cherry back.

The two came to the table, and Xing Zizhou put down the basket in his hands.

"I'll get the bowl."

Leng Xuepiao stood up, turned around and walked inside.

Soon, she brought four bowls and a spoon.

Xing Zizhou took the bowl and spoon and put them down.

"I've had it, you three should drink more."

He scooped up three bowls of chicken soup and placed them in front of the three women.

Little Cherry was anxious to serve the soup, but her little hand was held by Xing Zizhou.

"It's hot! There's no rush."

He sat down next to her.

Little Cherry was too lazy to move. She turned sideways and approached Xing Zizhou, who was holding up the bowl with her other hand.

"It smells so good! What kind of Chinese herbal medicine does it smell like?"

"I didn't ask either."

Xing Zizhou took a small spoon, scooped up the soup, lowered his head and blew on it.
Chapter completed!