Chapter 33: My beloved wife is a foodie?
Six doors away, Ranfu’s carriage is waiting.
Ran Qingchen walked out of the door and got into the magnificent carriage.
The delicate-looking maid in red shirt lit a small sandalwood stove, poured a cup of brewed warming tea and handed it to the young lady.
The maid named Jin Xiu was sold by her parents to be a maid in Ran Mansion when she was seven years old. Seeing that she was smart and sensible, the old lady arranged to serve beside the eldest lady of Ran Mansion. Ten years passed in a flash.
Ran Qingchen also followed closely when he was practicing in his master's sect, and he already had a clear understanding of his master's joys and sorrows.
Seeing the look on his young lady's face at this time, Jin Xiu knew that his master was in a bad mood. Thinking that he had just accidentally caught a glimpse of Ran's uncle, he had some guesses in his mind.
For this uncle, the feeling of brocade sleeves is actually very good.
At first I must have been disgusted and despised.
I believe that for a fairy like the young lady, even if the future husband is not a child of a prominent family with high aspirations, he should be an independent and elegant gentleman as far away as a mountain.
A man like Jiang Mo, who although good-looking, is destined to hang out in the market, is not worthy of a young lady.
The other party came to the door shamelessly with the marriage certificate, just for the sake of glory and wealth and greed for the beauty of the young lady.
She has seen many men like this.
It's just that as a maid, she certainly didn't have the guts to help the young lady persuade her about the matters decided by the old lady, so she could only pile up her resentment on the uncle.
Several times I gave him two cents of silver, but he didn’t give the other party a good look.
However, with too many contacts, Jinxiu felt that this uncle was not annoying, and even occasionally looked at him living alone in a poor hut, and felt a little sympathy.
The last time the other party helped him move things, she mustered up the courage to arrange a meeting between the young lady and her uncle, hoping that the two could have a good communication and cultivate their relationship. Unfortunately, the young lady was not at home at the time.
Jinxiu sighed secretly, not daring to disturb the young lady anymore. She gently opened the curtain and bent down to walk out of the carriage, grabbed the reins, and gently drove the carriage.
The carriage drove slowly, making a slight squeaking sound on the thin snow spread like silk embroidery.
Ran Qingchen held the thin, sweet and clear tea cup, looking absently at the curls of tobacco rising from the small sandalwood stove, and the turbulent thoughts in his heart were intertwined like a cobweb.
After a long while, she sighed softly.
Ran Qingchen put down the cold warming tea, opened the curtains and looked at the snowy streets. After some hesitation in his heart, he softly said, "Go to Changqiao Street."
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Back in his room, Jiang Shouzhong lit the stove, stood in front of the mirror and took off his blood-stained clothes, including his underwear.
The horrifying corpse spots on his body were reflected in the polished bronze mirror.
Different from the usual purple-red corpse spots, the ones on Jiang Shouzhong's body were cherry red.
Symptoms similar to those of death from carbon monoxide poisoning.
Jiang Shou gently pressed the belly of his middle finger on the corpse spots that would appear every time he actively channeled, and laughed at himself: "So, am I a dead person or a living person?"
It takes about seven days for the spots to fade.
Fortunately, except for the corpse spots, there are no other abnormalities on the body. In the past few days, he only needs to wrap his clothes tightly to avoid being seen by Lu Renjia and the others.
Jiang Shouzhong wiped his body briefly, put on a new piece of clothing, and started cooking.
After a busy day, apart from a piece of cake warmed by Zhaodi in the morning, and a bowl of tea "invited" by Master Jia, plus the huge energy consumption of talking to the dead, I was already hungry.
In the past, when Mrs. Zhang’s body was slim, he would shamelessly eat rice every day.
Later Zhang Yunwu married a daughter-in-law, so he only had an occasional meal. Most of the time I cook for myself or go out to eat.
“Lao A is right, it’s good to have a woman at home who can cook.”
Jiang Shouzhong couldn't help but sigh.
When we were in Anhe Village, my wife Hong'er didn't know how to cook, but Sister Ye's cooking skills were considered "master-level". She could turn ordinary ingredients into a table of delicious dishes. .
Hong'er is worried about getting fat, but at the same time she looks like a foodie who wants to swallow all the plates. It's really hilarious.
Later, I probably read books like "The Analects of Women" and saw what was written in it: "A woman who is good at cooking is a good man." I also heard people in the village joking about "If you want to tie the king's heart, you must "Tie his stomach first" and so on, so he learned cooking skills from Sister Ye.
Just the first carefully prepared meal almost made Jiang Shouzhong go to see his great-grandmother.
Unwilling to be reconciled, she continued to study cooking. After tossing Jiang Shouzhong to the point where he couldn't even go to bed, his wife Hong'er finally realized that she really didn't have the talent to tie up her stomach, so she had to give up.
I was depressed for a long time after that.
In the end, it was Jiang Shouzhong's compliment that "with a fairy wife by your side, you are beautiful and delicious, not as good as the delicacies in the world" that made his wife's mood change from gloomy to bright.
Jiang Shouzhong placed the dough on the chopping board, flattened it with the palm of his hand, and then gently rolled it out with a rolling pin to form a thin and even dough. When my mind was wandering back to the past, I heard a slight knock on the door.
“Isn’t it the guy from Lao Jia who came here to make a living?”
Jiang Shouzhong frowned, thinking to himself.
However, Lu Renjia was so vulgar and wanted to knock on the door with all his might, so being so gentle was not his style.
Jiang Shouzhong wiped the flour from his hands. Opening the door, there was an unexpected visitor.
The woman in a green skirt stood in front of the door.
Snow fell heavily behind me.
The clear and soft dimples are like orchids growing quietly in the pure white snowy sky, revealing a bright color that is not stained by dust.
Seeing that the man's complexion was normal, Ran Qingchen felt relieved, paused, and made up an excuse at random, "I came out to do some things. I heard from Xiu'er that I haven't sent you any money for several days. , just stop by and take a look.”
To prevent anyone from seeing her, the maid Jinxiu and the carriage were waiting on the street a little further away.
And she also knocked on the door after observing that no one was paying attention.
Jiang Shouzhong said with a smile: "Actually, there is no need to give money. I have a salary for being on duty at Six Gates, which is enough."
"Are there guests at home?"
Seeing that the other party did not let her in. Ran Qingchen had no choice but to take the initiative to speak up.
Jiang Shouzhong was stunned for a moment, turned sideways and smiled, "No."
Ran Qingchen stepped into the house.
Looking at the simple and poor house, his eyes fell on the dough kneaded on the chopping board, feeling a little surprised.
A grown man actually cooks for himself?
A gentleman is far away from the kitchen... Except for the chefs in restaurants, men from ordinary families rarely get exposed to kitchen smoke, let alone wealthy families like the Ran family.
If relatives at home see it, they will inevitably laugh at me from behind.
But looking at this simple hut and the ordinary clothes with rough fabrics, I guess I live a frugal life and it is impossible to go out to restaurants every day.
"Um... there's no tea, can you pour some hot water?"
After the tea leaves were gathered up by Lu Renjia, Jiang Shouzhong asked a little shyly before he had time to buy them.
“No, I’m not thirsty.”
Looking at Ran’s uncle who was reluctant to buy tea, Ran Qingchen’s cold face finally softened, and I felt a little more sorry in my heart.
If the other party is thicker-skinned, Lai Ran’s family won’t have to worry about food and clothing.
Even though he might get some looks, it's still better than the current predicament.
When she learned that the man in front of her had applied for a six-door dark lighting position and moved out of Ran's house, she was actually very surprised.
After thinking about it, it might be the same as Jinxiu guessed... The other party saw that she was too good and felt ashamed, so he thought about doing something to make him more worthy of her.
With such "ambition", Ran Qingchen felt less hatred in his heart, but he also had less hope for him.
If you want to weigh yourself, you must first weigh how much you weigh.
A dark light...can't be put on the table after all.
The two people in the room looked at each other in silence.
Having been married for half a year, they met for the fourth time and were no better than just passers-by.
“Are you hungry? How about I order some noodles for you?”
Finally, Jiang Shouzhong broke the awkward silence.
Ran Qingchen shook his head, "I'm not hungry."
"Gugu..."
A voice of protest came from the woman's belly.
The woman who had also only eaten breakfast and was so busy that she had not eaten yet looked at each other with the owner of the poor hut.
“Let’s eat together.”
Jiang Shouzhong smiled and turned to cook.
The woman, who was blushing to her ears, regretted running into this house. She looked at the man's back. She wanted to hide her embarrassment and said stiffly: "I have a small appetite, just a small bowl, not too much." "
Jiang Shouzhong turned around and said with a smile: "Okay. "
My wife is so slim that she can tell at a glance that she is on a diet.
However, when the eldest daughter of the Ran family finished the sixth bowl of noodles very reservedly, Jiang Shouzhong felt numb all over.
Who can afford this?
Thanks to Miyazawa Suzuzakura and Hou Huiyou’s wife for the reward
(End of this chapter)