The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

The address was chosen by Lou Zhizhang early on.

The auspicious day is chosen by monks.

Now everything is ready.

Xue Mingyue silently pulled Xie Lang to light a stick of incense, then knelt on the mat, picked up the folded paper ingots beside her, and threw them into the brazier one by one, watching it burn and turn into ashes.

After burning a whole basin of paper ingots, she finally said, "Mother, long time no see."

I have helped you to divorce Xue Xujun. From now on, you are no longer a wife of the Xue family, but just the daughter of your grandparents, and the only young lady of the Lou family.

From now on, with your loved ones by your side, you are free again.

Xue Mingyue first briefly recounted the affairs of the Xue family. This part was not important. What was important was that she had already used this favorable opportunity to accomplish what she wanted to do, and from then on, she and the Xue family would go their separate ways.

Of course, they may not have a tomorrow.

Thinking of this, the sadness in Xue Mingyue's heart was diluted a lot, and she slowly recounted in her mind what she had experienced in these days, whether it was what she experienced in her previous life or in this life.

After she finished blabbering on about what she wanted to say, she came to her senses and realized that it had gotten dark outside.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Xie Lang's low voice sounded beside him.

Xue Mingyue touched her empty stomach, turned to look at him, nodded without hesitation, looked around, and then asked, "Where is Grandpa?"

"Grandpa said that you and Auntie would forget the time when you were talking, so he went back to rest first."

Xie Lang smiled when he said this.

He thought to himself, not only did he forget the time, he even forgot that he was there.

Seeing how focused she was, Xie Lang didn't bother her. He wanted to laugh whenever he thought of what she said in the carriage, about how she was going to complain to his mother, and then let his mother go to the ancestors of the Xie family and the previous emperors to complain in the underworld.

"I asked the kitchen to prepare some chicken noodle soup. Want to go with me? Eat more now so you won't get hungry too quickly when you're keeping vigil at night."

Xue Mingyue helped him stand up with the help of his hand and pounded her legs which were numb from sitting.

Hearing what Xie Lang said, she felt it was outrageous, but at the same time, she felt that this was indeed something her grandfather would do. But when she thought about how he was sensible about his own body, she was finally relieved.

But come to think of it, my mother has been dead for more than ten years.

I had experienced the sorrow of being separated from my loved ones forever a long time ago, and what's more, this time it was a happy thing rather than a bad thing.

After Xue Mingyue felt her legs had recovered, she took Xie Lang's hand and walked towards the kitchen with ease.

The cook Lao Lin and two or three kitchen helpers are still here.

Xue Mingyue waved her hand, indicating that they could all leave. Lao Lin hesitated for a moment and said, "But Miss..."

"Uncle Lin, just go and have a rest. We can make whatever you want to eat."

"The person next to me is a great chef."

She glanced at Xie Lang mischievously and said to Lao Lin with a smile.

Xie Lang hummed in agreement: "I am."

Lao Lin: "..."

Old Lin naturally didn't believe that a marquis could be a good cook, but then he thought that maybe the two of them wanted to talk here, so he didn't stop them and led them away directly.

Let the two of them do whatever they want.

After they all left, Xue Mingyue couldn't help but laughed.

"It seems that our Lord's cooking skills have been underestimated."

Xie Lang pinched her face amusedly, then rolled up his sleeves, glanced at the ingredients on the table, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Xue Mingyue hummed: "All is fine."

After saying that, she moved a small stool and sat beside him, resting her chin on her hand and watching him cook smoothly.

After watching for a long while, when he put the noodles into the pot to cook, he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked curiously, "Did you learn your cooking skills during those years in the frontier?"

"Yes, I learned it from the cook."

The conversation didn't disturb him as he continued to cook the noodles.

They both knew that the years she was referring to were actually the years after her death in her previous life.

Xue Mingyue exclaimed, and then asked, "Why did you want to learn cooking?"

Xie Lang paused for a moment after hearing this, then took out the noodles, washed the pot, and poured oil into it. While waiting for the pot to heat up, he said, "Because I remembered that you kept talking about wanting to eat delicious food while you were on the road."

Xue Mingyue was stunned for a moment.

"At that time, I always said that I would just wait until we got to Suzhou. In fact, I had already written down all the dishes you mentioned, but in the end, I didn't wait until we got to the city to find someone to cook a table of what you wanted to eat."

Xie Lang cracked an egg into the pot and continued speaking amid the sizzling of the oil:

"Every time I woke up from a dream, I felt more regretful, so I just went to learn how to cook from someone."

He flipped the omelette with a spatula: "This way, whether in a dream or in reality, if I can see you again, I will be able to do something for you within my ability, even if it's just a dish."

Xue Mingyue didn't expect to hear such an answer from him.

She moved her lips, and after a long while she said helplessly, "At that time, neither you nor I thought that we would meet again. Did you learn this just to make it for me in my dreams?"

Xie Lang shook his head: "I have offered sacrifices to you before."

At this point, he suddenly turned around and looked at her earnestly, asking, "Didn't you receive it?"

"...?"

Thank you for remembering to offer me sacrifices.

Xue Mingyue bared her teeth at him and raised the corners of her mouth in a forced smile.

As soon as he saw her expression, Xie Lang knew that she did not get to taste the dishes he served her. For a moment, he didn't know whether to feel regretful or how to react.

He just thought to himself that it turns out that the dead cannot receive incense.

Xue Mingyue looked at him and sighed, with an expression that showed she was very regretful that she had not tasted his cooking earlier, and she almost laughed out of anger at him.

She didn't say another word to him until the noodles were out of the pot.

She buried her head in the delicious chicken noodle soup. The golden-fried egg was soaked in the soup. It was tender and fresh when she took a bite. It was so delicious that she didn't have time to tell him how it tasted.

Xie Lang leaned his elbows on the table, propped up his face and looked at her with a smile.

In fact, this was his original intention to learn cooking. If the accident had not happened that year, he would also find someone to teach him how to cook delicious meals. He wanted to see her satisfied look.

"Do you still remember when you used a clay pot to boil water and soak the pancakes on the road?"

Xie Lang suddenly smiled and spoke.

Xue Mingyue had just put a long piece of noodles into her mouth. When she heard this, she subconsciously raised her head and looked at him with a little confusion.

Before she could think about which time he was talking about, he poked her bulging cheek.

"?"

"That time you burned the bottom of the pot."

Xie Lang thought, it really feels good.