As soon as Gu Chuyun entered the door, she called "Mother" briskly. When she saw the round fan in the middle-aged woman's hand, her eyes showed joy.

This was an unfinished peony flower. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, it's so beautiful!"

Mrs. Gu stopped her movements and looked at her with a gentle smile, "Chu Yun, sit down and try the cakes you just made. Xiaocui brought them."

At this time, there were footsteps, and the servant came over with a plate of hot pastries, "Hello, Miss." He said hello, bent down and placed the delicate plate in front of her, "You just made it, want to try it? "

"Thank you." Her voice was sweet and educated.

"Xiaocui, have the gifts for Miss Jinyan been packaged?" Mrs. Gu still asked, even though she had already asked.

"Madam, it's packed." Xiaocui said with a smile, "I've sent someone to deliver it."

"That's good."

After listening to this conversation, Gu Chuyun suddenly felt that the plate of pastries in front of her was no longer fragrant. Was it originally made for that little girl Jin Yan?Just came over and caught up myself.

"Mom, your fan is so beautiful!" She changed the subject, "You actually embroidered it without drawing it in advance? Your craftsmanship is really good."

Mrs. Gu smiled and said to her, "This is also an intangible cultural heritage. The color at the top of the leaves is the lightest. The leaves should be about three or four colors. You only need to pay attention when taking off the needles. In fact, it is very simple."

In Gu Chuyun's eyes, her mother was almost like a noble lady in ancient times, and she knew too many intangible cultural heritages.

She is gentle, beautiful and deserves to be loved.

"Mom, can you give me this fan?" Gu Chuyun said directly, so that she could show off in front of Jin Yan after receiving it.

"Okay." Mrs. Gu raised her eyes and gave her a loving look, "Originally, I planned to give it to Jin Yan, but I can still embroider it. She will live in the house for a while. You can do it if you like. I’ll give it to you, it’s all the same.”

In Gu Chuyun's heart, let alone what she felt, it was very unpleasant.

But she still smiled, "Jinyan will definitely like it, my mother's craftsmanship is so good."

"Jinyan's personality is suitable for this kind of thing." When her mother mentioned that girl, her eyes also exuded maternal brilliance.

Shouldn't he keep her in the house as his daughter?There is a real sense of crisis.

If he never recovers his memory, there is no place to go... It is not impossible to keep her as his daughter.

This is what Gu Chuyun is most worried about.

She has been quite selfish since she was a child. She wants to own the things she likes completely and doesn't like sharing.

"Mom, are you going out soon?"

Gu Chuyun picked up a piece of pastry from the plate, took a bite, and chatted about home affairs, "I met the tailor several times. Did he make new clothes?"

"The day after tomorrow, it's the Lu family's 80th birthday in Rongcheng. The old man invited me, your father, and Beichen."

The middle-aged woman also picked up a piece of pastry, and put her other hand gently on her daughter's shoulder, "The Gu family and the Lu family have been collaborating on projects, and they are in-depth cooperation. It is not an ordinary partnership, they are half friends. "

She couldn't figure out the specific cooperation method, so she didn't ask about the company's affairs.

In short, sending an invitation letter is also a recognition of this friendship.

They take care of the family and must dress up to attend.

The day after tomorrow... Gu Chuyun recorded this time, and the Lu family in Rongcheng... she also recorded this incident.

"Mom, what is this pastry made of? It's delicious!" Gu Chuyun praised, fearing that her mother would see something, so she simply changed the subject, "I smell the fragrance of osmanthus."

"It's the osmanthus cake, using the osmanthus collected last year." Mrs. Gu answered her.

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