Zhou Yan

"I don't want to eat smoked meat." Shen Xian pushed the soup bowl back in front of Zhou Mingchao: "The boiled soup is not good, it smells like smoke, I don't want to drink it."

"Do you like to drink it or not?" The city lord took a sip of the ham and winter bamboo shoot soup, and glanced at Shen Xian: "It's just that you are so used to your problems, this is not very tasty, where is the smoky taste?"

Shen Xian snorted, propped his head with one hand and bit his chopsticks: "I don't want it."

"Xian'er, there is no other soup cooked in the kitchen today," Madam advised him, "Take a sip first, it's delicious."

Shen Xian didn't listen, the city lord felt that this brat was too crazy, he was going to be demolished after a few days, so he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to clean him up.

"Let me go," Zhou Mingchao let him go, drank the soup in Shen Xian's bowl, and gently moved back his chair to stand up: "Do you want to drink the egg drop soup?"

Shen Xian bent his eyes: "Drink."

"Don't accommodate him like this," Madam pulled Zhou Mingchao to sit down: "How can you make soup, sit down and eat."

"He can make soup." Feeling that the city lord and his wife were not looking at him, Shen Xian poked the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks and muttered softly.

"When did people enter the kitchen in the Ming Dynasty?" the city lord also scolded, "What kind of virtue do you have, let people get up and make soup for you when they are eating!"

Shen Xian didn't speak resentfully, only dared to whisper in his heart, he suppressed me for four days, what's wrong with making a bowl of soup.

"It's okay." Zhou Mingchao's tone was soft, and he smiled warmly when he looked at Shen Xian: "It won't take long, it will be soon."

Before Zhou Mingchao left, he helped Shen Xian's back so that he could sit up straight and not crooked on the chair.

Shen Xian: "..."

"You are becoming more and more difficult to serve now," the city lord was still very dissatisfied, he squinted at Shen Xian, and snorted coldly: "I don't know how Ming Dynasty endured you during the rainy days!"

Shen Xian was eating vegetables with his head down, but when he heard that he was almost choked to death by the mushroom in his throat, Shen Xian touched his chest, coughing so loudly.

"Ah! What," Shen Xian leaned back on the chair with difficulty to breathe slowly, tears came out, his face flushed red from choking: "We, we didn't do anything, Dad, don't think too much."

Although he was a bit self-conscious, but Shen Xian was paralyzed at home every day, and when things went wrong, he acted like a baby, just like before, but he was a little puzzled, and the city lord and his wife didn't think too deeply.

The city lord was baffled, thinking too much.

Although there is no objection to young people being together, it is common for young couples to fight and fight, but the lady still glanced at the door and whispered: "Xian'er, you are too fierce to the Ming Dynasty, if you bother each other If you like it, just be together and live well, two people need to compromise and accommodate each other, you have to learn to love others."

Shen Xian: "..."

"Actually, it's okay!" Shen Xian tentatively said, "I think I still love others, don't you think, mother?"

Madam didn't think: "You drove people to the kitchen."

"Mother," Shen Xian leaned on the chair, tilted his head back, and said weakly, "He really knows how to make soup, and he won't lose a piece of meat if he cooks a bowl of soup."

"How did you know it would burn?" Madam reprimanded softly.

Shen Xian lost his voice for a while, how did he know that Zhou Mingchao could cook soup, he couldn't say that Shen Xian was bullied in the middle of the night, tired and thirsty, his voice was hoarse, and then the house was quiet, Zhou Mingchao put on his clothes and got out of bed to go to the kitchen He cooked a bowl of soup for him and brought it to his bedside. At that time, Shen Xian couldn't lift his tired hands, so it was Zhou Mingchao who fed him one mouthful at a time.

Shen Xian lowered his eyes, his face gradually turned red, thinking of some scenes, he picked up the soup bowl dryly, and Gulu drank a big mouthful of ham soup.

Zhou Mingchao just entered the room with a soup bowl: "...?"

Didn't you say you don't drink soup made with smoked ham?

"You are a troublemaker," Madam said to Shen Xian, and waved to Zhou Mingchao: "Mingchao come here quickly, what do you care about him, the food is cold."

Zhou Mingchao put the soup bowl in front of Shen Xian, hooked his lips: "It's okay."

That time when it rained heavily, Zhou Mingchao was indeed making soup for the first time. With his life skills and extraordinary comprehension ability, Shen Xian was indeed hungry at that time, and the bowl of soup was delicious to Shen Xian.

I had my first experience today, and it was much better than the last time. Finely chopped green onions floated on the soup bowl, golden eggs and fiery red tomatoes sank to the bottom of the bowl, and the aroma drifted into the nose along with the hot air. , It smells delicious.

Shen Xian filled a bowl and took a sip. The saltiness was just right: "It's delicious."

Zhou Mingchao looked at him and softened his brows: "As long as you like it."

Shen Xian smiled at him.

Really know how to make soup, while the city lord and his wife praised Zhou Mingchao, they had an inexplicable feeling. The mood was similar to that of a son marrying a daughter-in-law who was capable and sensible and could cook.

The two children have a good relationship, and the wife and the city lord are also relieved, but the city lord still thinks about the lazy Shen Xian, which is a bit distasteful.

"You get up early every day, don't always get out of bed when the sun is three poles, it's spring now, you don't need to hibernate."

Shen Xian immersed himself in drinking the soup, and heard that he vomited a bubble in the bowl: "How can I have it!"

"You didn't! Who is the one who wakes up before you have that meal?" The city lord snorted, and got angry when he saw Shen Xian's sophistry: "And what are you wearing! You still have to wear something as high as a collar in this weather. Clothes, you are not afraid of getting prickly heat."

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Shen Xian raised his head and touched his neck, then buried his face in the soup bowl with a guilty conscience, as if seeing such a bowl for the first time, wishing to take off all the lines and study it carefully.

Zhou Mingchao flicked his wrist slightly when picking up the food, retracted the chopsticks, and touched his nose with extreme restraint.

Shen Xian didn't talk back, the city lord said a few words before he didn't say anything, he just snorted coldly and knew that he would eat soup and not eat vegetables, some fathers are like this, they are used to being strict, suddenly they want to express their concern, it's awkward Terrible.

"Oh," Shen Xian raised his head and went to pick out vegetables in a panic, but he was so guilty that he desperately wanted to pick up the food in front of him. He flipped his wrist over the chopsticks and held them tightly on the plate for a long time. Didn't catch it.

A large table of people looked at him like they were looking at a fool.

Shen Xian: "..."

Seeing how hard he was working hard, Zhou Mingchao put the vegetables on a small plate for him: "Do you want anything else?"

"No, no more," Shen Xian replied, as soon as he lowered his head, his complexion slowly turned blue.

Inside the small plate in front of him were several pieces of green bitter gourd.

Bitter gourd, that is even more unpalatable than radish.

Shen Xian didn't eat it, picked it up and put it in a bowl, and pulled the rice to hide it in the rice. His movements were skillful, and he looked like a repeat offender.

The city lord looked at him, and said to himself suspiciously: "What's wrong with you, what a day to let go of your soul."

After dinner, the city lord and his wife took Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao to the garden for a few laps. It had just rained, and the air was fresh and smelling good. Look at the green leaves, pick off a few small flowers along the rhizomes, and even Shen Xian, who loves to sleep, thinks it's good to take a stroll in the yard.

Along the way, Shen Xian either picked flowers and weeds, or pulled his wife's sleeves to act like a spoiled child. The city lord and Zhou Mingchao walked behind. Scolding Shen Xian: "That's white jade in the snow, a bud has just grown, what are you doing peeling off the leaves!"

Shen Xian inserted back the green leaves that had been torn off, and stuck out his tongue at the city lord: "I didn't pick the flowers."

The city lord stared angrily: "You thought you could still stand here after picking the flowers, but your legs were broken a long time ago."

His father was always like this, always saying that he wanted to break his legs. Shen Xian hadn't seen his father holding a stick for a long time, so he was not afraid at this time, and put it on the lady next to him. Shen Xian was half a head taller than her mother, Acting coquettishly like a kitten: "Mother, I'm not as important as a flower. This flower is so small that it may not be able to bloom."

The lady patted her son on the back: "Don't be afraid, mother will beat him for you."

Zhou Mingchao looked at the harmonious family of three and smiled slightly.

The city lord kicked it over, and turned to Zhou Mingchao: "My boy, do you really want it after thinking about it? If I give you this product, you can't return it!"

Zhou Mingchao was stunned for a moment before he realized what the city lord was saying. He pursed his lips and said seriously, "I want it."

The city lord looked at him, then at Shen Xian, and made a rare joke: "I'm afraid your eyes are not very good. When your parents come back from the capital, they will settle the matter between you two. Somebody show you your eyes."

This is what Zhou Mingchao discussed with the city lord. The marriage with Shen Xian, the three matchmakers and six engagements, and the Ming matchmaker's regular marriage are all necessary.

The dumb hair on Shen Xian's head stood up again angrily, and he didn't even care about his shame: "You are still my father, do you ever say that about your son?"

Shen Xian took a step forward and took Zhou Mingchao's hand, angrily about to leave: "Let's go, I can't stay in this family anymore."

Zhou Mingchao rubbed the dull hair on the young master's head, and coaxed softly: "Don't be angry."

"Let's go," the city lord said in a low voice, "I'll let Mingchao be my son after you leave. It just so happens that I like Mingchao more than you."

"Ah, I'm sorry," Shen Xian hugged Zhou Mingchao's arm and raised his eyebrows towards the city lord, "Your Ming Dynasty is mine, and your two sons are gone, so you can regret it!"

Because of this sentence, when Zhou Mingchao returned to the Zhou Mansion, the expression on his face was soft, and the smile in his eyes never dissipated.

After walking around the house twice, Zhou Mingchao thought of Yongnan Wang and his wife in the capital. He walked to the eaves where a carrier pigeon was kept.

On the fifteenth day of each month, Yongnan Wang and his wife would always send a letter in the capital, and Zhou Mingchao would send another letter back, but today when Zhou Mingchao opened the birdcage with the letter paper in his hand, it was empty. Yes, the letter cage under the pigeon's feet is empty, and there is nothing in it.

The author has something to say:

Tsk, I'm so good, hahahaha!Just before twelve o'clock.