The son-in-law of a prosperous family

While the two were laughing heartily, the diners at the wonton stall on Zhuque Street were still buzzing with discussions.

"The Prime Minister and his wife have such a deep relationship, which is really enviable." An old lady wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, her eyes full of emotion, "I heard that the Prime Minister has neither concubines nor maids, and she is completely devoted to her husband. This is very rare in the officialdom."

As soon as she said this, exclamations came one after another from all around.

The burly man slammed his chopsticks on the table and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't believe it at first, but today I saw with my own eyes how considerate the Prime Minister is to me. I can't help but believe it. Nowadays, every official has three wives and four concubines, but the Prime Minister loves me alone. It's really rare."

The young man who looked like a scholar took over the conversation: "You all don't know that the Prime Minister has implemented many new policies and reformed the civil service, which is different from those pedantic bureaucrats. When it comes to love, he is naturally unconventional. I heard that he and my husband met when they were young, and they have been with each other all the way. Their relationship is deep and others cannot interfere at all."

The wonton stall owner was clearing away the dishes while shaking his head and sighing, "No wonder the Prime Minister can live such a down-to-earth life and treat the people and his family with care. Just for this loyalty, we must support him even more in the future."

Everyone nodded, and their respect for Zhao Yunchuan increased a little more.

At the corner of the street, Fang Huai's face flushed slightly. He looked up at Zhao Yunchuan with a hint of shyness and sweetness in his eyes, and asked softly, "Did you hear what they said? Everyone is praising our good relationship."

Zhao Yunchuan gently squeezed Fang Huai's hand, and said in a firm and gentle tone: "Our relationship is very good!"

Fang Huai's eyes were slightly moist, and she leaned on Zhao Yunchuan's shoulder. The two of them were immersed in this sweetness.

The dusk slowly seeped in through the carved window lattices before Zhao Yunchuan and Fang Huai stepped into the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The gas-powered lantern hanging in the corridor swayed gently, and the dim light cast a warm halo on the blue bricks.

Suddenly, there was a crackling sound of footsteps coming from the east wing, and two small figures rushed out like cannonballs.

Ping'an was in the lead, fiddling with his short legs quickly, his cheeks bulging; Xile followed behind, holding half a piece of osmanthus cake in his hand, with cake crumbs dripping down his chin.

"Dad, Dad!" Ping An slammed on the brakes and stopped steadily in front of the two people. He stretched his head forward and sniffed Zhao Yunchuan and Fang Huai carefully like a vigilant puppy.

In an instant, his round eyes widened and he shouted, "You smell like wontons!"

Xile also came over, her little nose twitching, her rosy little face instantly wrinkled, and she complained angrily: "You said you would take us to eat delicious food, but you actually went to eat wontons behind our backs!"

The tips of Fang Huai's ears suddenly turned red, and he looked at Zhao Yunchuan for help.

Zhao Yunchuan was not in a hurry. With his signature smile on his face, he slowly took out two sugar figures from his sleeves.

The candy man glowed brightly under the light of the Qisifeng lantern. He waved it in front of the little ones and said, "Look what this is? To compensate you, Daddy bought the sweetest candy man."

Ping An and Xi Le's gazes were immediately attracted. They stared at the sugar man with their bright eyes, but their little mouths were still pouting enough to hang an oil bottle.

"no!"

Ping An stamped his feet angrily, clenching his chubby little hands into fists, "Candy figurines are different from wontons!"

Xile also agreed, nodding his little head like a rattle: "Yes! We want to hear what Daddy and Daddy Huai have to say!"

Zhao Yunchuan smiled helplessly, squatted down quickly, opened his arms, and took the two little guys into his arms: "Today on Zhuque Street, the aroma wafting from the wonton stall was so tempting that Daddy and Daddy Huai couldn't resist. But we promise you that we will take you with us next time."

"Then..." Ping An hesitated for a moment, his hands unconsciously tugging at the corner of his clothes, "Next time we go to eat wontons, can I buy a few little sugar men?"

Zhao Yunchuan and Fang Huai looked at each other, surprise flashing in their eyes. "Of course!"

Zhao Yunchuan smiled and rubbed Ping An's head. "Ping An and Xi Le are really kind and good children."

When Xile heard this, his eyes instantly lit up like the twinkling stars in the sky. His chubby little hands snatched the candy figurine from Zhao Yunchuan's hand and licked it impatiently. With sugar residue on the corners of his mouth, he said incoherently, "Daddy is the best. I'll buy a few more next time!"

Ping An also loosened his clothes and took the other candy figure. The anger on his face instantly disappeared. He showed his two front teeth and said with a smile: "Then let's make a pinky promise and keep our promise."

Zhao Yunchuan stretched out his pinky finger and clasped it tightly with Ping An's thin fingers. After twisting it a few times, he smiled and said, "We'll make a pinky promise and stick to it for a hundred years."

Xile, who was eating so much that his cheeks were bulging, shouted incoherently, "No change!"

After a while of noise, Zhao Yunchuan suddenly remembered something and pretended to be serious. He asked, "By the way, have you finished the homework assigned by the teacher today?"

The smiles on Ping An and Xi Le's faces froze instantly. They looked at each other, with a hint of guilt in their eyes.

Ping An scratched his head and whispered, "Dad, some of the math problems were too difficult. We couldn't solve them."

Xile also echoed in a small voice: "And memorizing the text, it's too long, I always forget it."

Fang Huai shook his head helplessly and said softly, "I knew you were lazy."

As soon as Fang Huai finished speaking, Ping An's eyes rolled around, and he suddenly jumped onto a chair beside him like a little monkey, put his hands on his hips, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Dad! Dad! In fact, there is a mysterious mechanism hidden in the arithmetic problem. As soon as Xile and I got close, those numbers seemed to come alive, jumping around everywhere, and there was no way to calculate it at all!"

Xile was not to be outdone. He quickly ran to the wall with his short legs and climbed up half a foot like Spider-Man, then hung on the wall and echoed in a baby voice, "Yes, yes! When I was reciting, the words turned into flying fireflies. They disappeared as soon as I memorized them!"

Fang Huai was both angry and amused, and pretended to pull Xile down from the wall: "Okay, have you two learned to make up stories to be lazy?"

Zhao Yunchuan, however, reached out to stop Fang Huai, his eyes full of smiles, and followed the children's words and said, "How could such a strange thing happen? It seems that these questions are deliberately making things difficult for my darlings."

He walked to the desk, picked up a pen and gestured on the arithmetic problem seriously: "Let me see how to crack this mysterious mechanism. Ping'an, come here quickly and describe in detail what the numbers look like when they are running around."

Ping An jumped off the chair, came close to Zhao Yunchuan, and described it with his hands and feet gesticulating.

While listening, Zhao Yunchuan wrote and drew on paper and asked questions from time to time.

After solving the arithmetic problem, Zhao Yunchuan came to Xile again and looked up at the little guy hanging on the wall: "Xile, now it's time to talk about how the firefly words fly. Let's find a way to catch them back."

Xile slid down the wall and jumped around the desk, describing the flight paths of the "firefly words".

Zhao Yunchuan and Fang Huai accompanied the children and broke down the obscure articles into interesting short stories.

After finishing their homework, Ping An and Xi Le were still not satisfied. They held Zhao Yunchuan and Fang Huai's hands and said, "Dad, Dad, we might mess up the questions tomorrow. You have to come and help us again!"

Zhao Yunchuan and Fang Huai smiled at each other and nodded in agreement.