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At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the courtyard door.

The voices of the two disappeared immediately, Zhao Rong opened his eyes and had no time to react, the door was pulled open from inside with a "squeak".

Before he could retract his hand, a tall figure of a woman appeared inside the door.

The person who opened the door was Qingjun.

Looking up, she is wearing a lotus white high-waisted skirt, three thousand blue silk coiled up into a young woman's temples, a purple jade hairpin inlaid with pearls is inserted obliquely, and she is stepping on a pair of soft-soled pearl embroidered shoes. He couldn't even put down his sleeves, as if he had just been doing housework, and there were still some wet stains on his cheeks.

Faced with his own wife who suddenly came to open the door when he sensed the movement, Zhao Rong was stunned.

Zhao Lingfei also looked at him blankly.

The two were separated by a short threshold, the light was a little dim, and the moonlight fell on each other's face.

One person outside the door, one person inside the door, they were silent for a while.

Zhao Rong opened his mouth, trying to explain something a little stiffly.

Concubine Zhao Ling had already spoken first:

"Are you back?" The voiceless voice was soft, but it was actually more like a statement, "Wash your hands, and the meal will be ready later."

As she said that, she held the courtyard door with her hand, looked left and right behind him who was empty and deserted, lowered her eyes, lightly brushed her temples, and let him in sideways.

This scene is like a good wife and loving mother who is thrifty and thrifty in an ordinary farmer's family at the foot of the mountain. She opens the door to her husband who has returned from a busy day and speaks in a soft voice.

Everything is flat.

There is no romance, no passion, only a thing called life.

I'm back... Well, wash your hands, the meal is almost ready...

Just a few words, listening to the ears, it seems that the tiredness of the whole day has been eliminated.

Suddenly, I really want to eat dinner made by her...he thought to himself.

Facing the woman who told him to wash his hands and eat, Zhao Rong slowly closed his mouth and pursed his lips. The thousands of words and heartfelt words that he wanted to say just now all turned into a simple sentence:

"okay."

Without saying a word, Zhao Rong stepped over the threshold and returned to the courtyard of his home.

With a sound of 'squeak', Concubine Zhao Ling gently covered the courtyard door and did not close it completely. Zhao Rong didn't care. After entering the courtyard door, she looked around and found that Xiaoqian'er was poking her head out of the west wing to look at them. Seeing him coming in, she hurried to pour hot water for him and prepare a towel to wash his hands. She should have been eavesdropping just now.

Concubine Zhao Ling bit her lip lightly, turned around and left the courtyard gate, turned her head and saw his eyes couldn't help but look at her attire again, and explained: "I saw Mr. Zhu and Mr. Yan have left, thinking about what you said this morning, tomorrow will We should leave too, so we just want to clean up these few rooms. After all, we are borrowing someone else's house to live temporarily. Although we don't know if the original owner will come back, we still have to clean up before we leave... "

Zhao Rong nodded, no wonder I saw the houses in the elegant yard brightly lit from a long distance ago, it turned out that they were busy...

"Wait."

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stopped him, came to her husband, tentatively stretched out her slender hand, but paused halfway, but seeing that Zhao Rong had no other reaction, she continued to stretch out her hand, pinching his waist with green fingers. Clothes are wet and wet.

The woman did not look at the strange little sachet that was given by someone not far from her husband's waist.

"It's all wet... You have to take a bath first, ask Qian'er to bring you hot water, and then quickly change into dry clothes, or you will catch a cold... There is still some wormwood in the kitchen, I will ask Qian'er to put some in later Get into the bucket and give you a bath, you are about to take off this wet clothes."

She frowned slightly, babbled a few words to herself, rolled up her sleeves a bit, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen with lotus steps. .

Zhao Rong nodded blankly, "Okay."

From the beginning to the end, the woman who married the bamboo horse never asked what the bamboo horse's husband had done all day outside, so he came home wet and sweaty.

"Brother Ronger~" Not long after, the little Qian'er who was preparing the hot water couldn't help being lonely, and ran out of the house, holding Zhao Rong's arm with both hands, happily turning around twice, and said some witty words to him, Just like Concubine Zhao Ling, she didn't ask him at all what he had been doing outside all day and came home so late, and she didn't even ask him about his messy and wet appearance.

Zhao Rong smiled and replied a few words, rubbed her cute head that was leaning forward, and was pushed into the bathroom by the little girl with both hands.

After a while, Zhao Rong had no choice but to drive away Xiaoqian'er who wanted to help him rub his back, and she went out with the clothes basket in her arms.

Zhao Rong stretched his muscles and bones in the tub filled with mist, and spread his hands on the edge of the tub covered with hot towels.

He didn't like the feeling that his skin was in contact with the cold water on the wall of the wooden barrel when he took a bath. It was a small habit he had had for a long time, so the little Qian'er who was familiar with him carefully put a towel for him before leaving, so that he could lie down more comfortably.

Zhao Rong looked up at the sky, as if in a daze for a while.

In the fog, I couldn't see his expression clearly.

There were some busy movements of Qingjun and Qian'er from the direction of the kitchen in the yard. He turned his head and looked in that direction for a while, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he silently took out the two Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flowers that were picked from the top of the mountain, and lowered his head to watch...

Zhao Rong quickly came back to his senses, did not stay in the bathroom for too long, and left the bathtub after washing himself.

He put on his clothes, tidied up, left the bathroom, stood in the yard to blow the wind, took a deep breath, and then went to the back kitchen.

In the kitchen, Qingjun and Xiaoqian'er were both there. The two daughters were busy and chatting at the same time. After he came in, their voices stopped slightly, and then Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiaoqian'er did not look back, and continued to do what they were doing with their heads down. As usual, the chat continued.

There are many dishes that someone likes to eat for dinner tonight, but now, it's the fourth time they've cooked them.

However, it doesn't matter.

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Zhao Rong looked at the familiar backs of the two girls, one tall and one short, silently rolled up their sleeves, walked forward, joined them, and helped them.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er didn't react too much unexpectedly, and silently made room for him to join.

So the family of three got busy in this small country kitchen.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and worked for a while, and at a certain moment he also smiled and spoke, inserting their topic in a timely manner.

The three of them are just as usual, chatting about interesting and homely things, occasionally talking about someone's scandal, there will be some tacit smiles on the corners of their mouths.

The three of them were chatting, cooking hot dishes, washing dishes and serving dishes, eating and smoking chopsticks...

Not long after, the meal was ready.

Three division of labor.

Zhao Rong brought the dishes to the table.

Concubine Zhao Ling went to fetch a bowl for dinner.

Xiaoqian'er carefully selected a few pairs of chopsticks to clean...

After a while, the dining table was full.

The dining table is a square table, placed in the main room, the candles in the room are not lit, it is dim and orange, but Zhao Rong feels extra warm, the howling autumn wind and the dark night are all closed in the door Outside, the small house is quiet and warm, like a shelter from the wind.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from the paper window. He, Concubine Zhao Ling, and Xiaoqian'er sat down at the table. Together, they habitually put their palms together and rubbed a pair of chopsticks, making loud noises...

He felt very kind.

After a busy day, it's finally time for dinner.

Zhao Rong silently picked up the bowl and chopsticks, ready to start, but at this moment, he caught a glimpse of something superfluous on the opposite side of the table.

It was an extra set of bowls and chopsticks, which was quietly placed in the extra place on the square table.

There are only three people in the house, but there are four sets of bowls and chopsticks.

He was slightly taken aback.

Why put on an extra set?

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Chapter 6 and Four: Qi Family ([-])

There is an oil lamp in the bamboo house, and the light is a warm orange tone.

Zhao Rong, Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er sat around the table with four sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Zhao Rong's seat was facing the door, and Concubine Zhao Ling and Xiao Qian'er were next to him, sitting on the right and left respectively, and the seats opposite were vacant.

Zhao Rong thought for a while, then looked away.

"Uncle Xiaobai probably won't come back for dinner." He explained, "I have something to ask him to help, so let him go back to Duyou City first."

Little Qian'er has always liked to sneak peeks at Brother Rong'er, and it's the same at this time. After Zhao Rong made a sound, the little girl's peach blossom eyes turned up slightly.

Concubine Zhao Ling was holding the bowl gracefully, holding the chopsticks in her downcast eyes, waiting with Qian'er for her husband to pick up the dishes first.

Hearing this at this time, she turned her head lightly, exchanged glances with Xiaoqian'er, and then looked at the empty seat beside her.

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded demurely to her husband.

Little Qian'er has slightly pouty lips, and her shell-like white teeth are cutely biting the thin ends of two chopsticks. Looking at the two of them, she said cleverly, "There are two more chopstick bowls. It seems that there will be more chopsticks tonight We need guests~"

All three of them laughed.

Zhao Rong grinned and shook his head.

It sounds like an extra pair of chopsticks is not a good sign when eating, and Xiao Qian'er's words are considered auspicious.

But at this moment, he felt that it was best not to have any guests in the middle of the night, because...

Zhao Rong pursed his lips and turned his head to look around.

A bamboo house, a single lamp, a wooden table, and a hot meal.

Accompanied by two beauties with white heads who never leave each other.

The scene is ordinary, but the atmosphere is warm and friendly.

He suddenly felt that his heart was filled with something warm, and the sense of weightlessness that he felt when he was wandering outside during the day disappeared without a trace, and instead he was filled with a kind of... The heavy sense of solidity is replaced.

Zhao Rong didn't want to be disturbed by some guests such as Dugu Chanyi later, so it would be good to simply eat and live like this.

"Brother Rong..."

Xiaoqian'er's voice came weakly, awakening Zhao Rong who was in a trance.

Turning around, I saw the little girl holding a large rice bowl that was only bigger than others, looking at him eagerly, "I'm a little hungry..."

Qing Jun also smiled lightly, took the bowl and pinched the chopsticks, turned his head quietly, and looked at him who was not the first to set down the chopsticks.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, "There are not so many rules at home, you eat."

As he spoke, he directly reached out, picked up two chopsticks of vegetables, and put them into Zhao Lingfei's and Xiaoqian'er's bowls respectively, then retracted the chopsticks, and took a mouthful of hot white rice on his own, chewing it with great relish look like.

The two girls looked at each other slightly.

Xiao Qian'er pursed her lips, looked down at the dishes in the bowl that she had been peeking at for a long time, and then looked up at the man who brought her the dishes.

"Woohoo! Alright~ Brother Rong, miss, I'm starting."

As she said that, the girl who used to be Xiao Chai and now called Qian'er started to move, lowered her head, and savagely picked up rice, vowing to make old Zhao's family poor before giving up.

Concubine Zhao Ling laughed and shook her head, but she didn't make the little girl behave as usual.

Her small red mouth was lightly opened, and she chewed the food he picked up in small bites. She ate very meticulously, stopping from time to time, her autumn eyes lightly observed her husband and the personal maid, and then gently picked up the food for them, calling them Eat slowly and don't choke.

"Uuuuuuuu, Miss Rong'er..." The little Qian'er, who has a small belly but a big belly, puffed up her cheeks, blinked her eyes, and said inarticulately, "Hurry up, eat, or I'll eat up all those plates~ huh Mmm..."

"You, eat slowly." Concubine Zhao Ling said helplessly.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but laugh.

Concubine Zhao Ling silently picked up a chopstick dish for him.

Zhao Rong ate a mouthful of rice and picked up chopsticks for her.

She looked down, bit her lip, and pinched it back for him.

He calmly served her food.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

She looks at him.

He looks at her.

Qingmei blushed slightly, moved her autumn eyes away, and looked elsewhere shyly.

Zhuma still stared at her calmly.

"Puchi~" It was Xiao Qian'er who was stealing rice and laughing.