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If Shen Ze'an didn't mention it, Yu Zijin really didn't take this matter to heart.

The new year has just passed, and there are not many political affairs to deal with, Shen Ze'an is not in a hurry to return to the capital, so he wants to help Yu Zijin deal with Jiangnan's affairs roughly, and go back together.

The resettlement of refugees has come to an end, and the rest is nothing more than housing repairs and dam reconstruction.

The person in charge of water conservancy in the Jiangnan area can also handle it well, so Yu Zijin doesn't need to worry about it.

Taking advantage of this great opportunity, the two of them wandered around the Jiangnan area. Although winter is not as comfortable as midsummer, Shen Ze'an is still fascinated by the local customs here.

"Father, the flood in the south of the Yangtze River can come to an end, but the problem in the southwestern border is still on the chopping board and cannot be brought up again."

In two days, Yu Zijin and Shen Ze'an will be returning home, but the trade issues left over from that year have not been resolved yet.

Although this matter should be prioritized, it can't always be the last one.

After all, ordinary people have to live, especially after the floods, the fields will not have a good harvest for a year or so, and there may be a glimmer of life for trade.

"To deal with the ministers in the court, do you think it's better to deal with them with iron and blood, or to deal with them slowly."

Yu Zijin threw this question to Shen Ze'an, but the inland people were pointing to him.

Shen Ze'an has been governing slowly these years. Although there has been some power politics in the past six months, he still can't shake the big tree.

Not to mention a tree with intertwined and deeply rooted roots.

Shen Ze'an's eyes turned on Yu Zijin's body, and after a while, he lowered his head and laughed, "It may be painful to be splashed with oil when cooking on a high fire, but if you cook it in warm water slowly, you may never be able to boil the pot."

"correct!"

Yu Zijin nodded in satisfaction.

So there were only two short words, but Shen Ze'an still picked out the meaning of complimenting him from these words, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

"You two young masters, would you like to try this newly made glutinous rice cake?"

As the two walked, they were stopped by the vendor in front of them, and the tip of their noses twitched. It was indeed very fragrant.

"Father, buy it for me!"

Yu Zijin turned her head and said in a gentle voice, "Okay, I'll buy it for you." Turning to the small vendor, she said, "Boss, put more brown sugar on your glutinous rice cakes, so you don't have to put so much soybean powder in it." .”

The boss responded with a smile, and neatly threw the glutinous rice cakes into the oil pan, rolled them a few times, and when they were taken out, they were already crispy and golden.

The hands kept moving, and the boss talked to Yu Zijin and said, "I thought you two were brothers, but just now I heard him call you foster father, but I really couldn't tell."

While Yu Zijin reached out to untie her purse to pay, she glanced at Shen Ze'an along the way.

"It wasn't that big of a difference in the first place. His father and I were close friends. It's a pity that my elder brother left early and entrusted this child to me."

The boss took the money, wrapped the cooked glutinous rice cake in paper, and handed it to Yu Zijin.

"It's obvious from a glance that you are someone who knows how to take care of people. Your elder brother Quanxia must be relieved to know that you take such good care of his son."

Hearing what the boss said, Yu Zijin lowered her head a little guilty.

If the first emperor Quan Xia really knew that he had broken up with Shen Ze'an, he would have jumped out of the grave in anger.

Shen Ze'an's gaze just now was attracted by the sugar figurine, and when he turned around, he was ready to help Yu Zijin get the glutinous rice cakes.

"My adoptive father is used to taking care of people."

[Dou Bao: As expected of him, he doesn't have a guilty conscience when he says anything. 】

Dou Bao generally doesn't want to complain about anything. If he really said it, it can only show that there are really countless complaints about this sentence.

【Doubao: How did he say that? When will you take care of people? ^_^]

Yu Zijin's knuckle-knuckle fingers were clenched tightly, and the paper bag wrapped in glutinous rice cakes was ravaged badly.

I really want to beat up the bean buns.

Shen Ze'an's face was a little stiff, and he reached out his hand just to help catch it, but he didn't expect his foster father to be so protective of food.

Even a piece of glutinous rice cake is not willing to give it to him to eat. Could it be that his status in his heart is not as good as a piece of brown sugar glutinous rice cake? !

"Father!"

Yu Zijin finally came to her senses after being yelled at by him. "What are you doing? Startle me."

Shen Ze'an had just expressed his heart, and it was at a time when his mind was sensitive, when he was yelled at by Yu Zijin, he turned his head away angrily.

Looking at the back of Shen Ze'an going away, and then looking down at the movements of her hands, Yu Zijin shook her head depressingly.

Just as he was about to catch up, he saw the sugar vendor and subconsciously walked towards the stall.

The old man who drew the sugar figurine was carefully drawing it, and with a wave of his wrist, a vivid image appeared on the iron plate.

Putting it together with the one I just made is more like an adult holding a child.

The slightly larger one had wide sleeves and loose hair, while the smaller one was wearing a heavy suit with hair standing up high.

【Master, you have turned into a sugar person】

【Master promised, three sugar figures, three requests, you can't break your promise. 】

【Master, this disciple wants to sleep with you. 】

One sound after another, Mu Ran popped out of Yu Zijin's mind.

The voice in his memory was very familiar, and he could clearly know that that person was Shen Ze'an.

"My son, do you want a sugar man?"

Seeing that Yu Zijin had been standing in front of the stall for a long time without moving, the sugar vendor asked.

"Two." Yu Zijin's voice was a little hoarse.

Maybe it's really time to clear your mind.

Every mission world will clear memory, but there will always be one or two fragments that cannot be wiped away.

Just like just now, I don't know when it will appear, and when that feeling appears, the throbbing in my heart is beyond words.

Shen Ze'an deliberately slowed down as he walked forward, seeing that Yu Zijin had bought two candy figurines, the corners of his mouth twitched.

He knew that his little adoptive father would not ignore him.

After returning to the government office, the two packed up some daily luggage and set off to return to Beijing.

This road did not follow the official road, but slipped along the folk road for a while, and I also learned some customs and customs that cannot be reflected only from the booklets.

"Father, if there is a chance, we must come again."

Yu Zijin responded lightly, and leaned down to press a light kiss on Shen Ze'an's forehead.

The white-haired young man lowered his eyes slightly, "If the sea is clear and the rivers are clear and the people live in peace after many years, I will accompany you to walk through this big city."

[Doubao: Strategy value +5, current world mission progress 95%]

Shen Zean nodded abruptly when he received Yu Zijin's affirmative answer, and the smile on his face couldn't be stopped no matter what.

This was the first time Yu Zijin took the initiative to get close to him, which was a good sign.