When Qu Jincun sat back in the cabin, leaning his back against the bulkhead, he felt his anger not stopping.

Molly didn't chase him in and ask him, which made him feel a little relieved and a little ...... I can't explain the inexplicable abruptness.

"That ninth-rate thing is delusional about being my cook's brother......" he whispered to himself, "what a big dog! ”

Although the man who was joking with Molly had been slapped into the water by him, Qu Jincun not only did not feel that he had a breath, but felt even more depressed.

He couldn't say what it was like, anyway - not what it tasted like!

Molly sat outside the cabin for a long time, and it was not until night fell and the boatman docked at the dock that she reluctantly returned to the cabin from the outside.

As soon as he entered, he got a roll of Qu Jincun's eyes.

Yes? What's wrong? Molly touched her face blankly and gave her a demented look back.

"Hmph." Qu Jincun snorted, "I won't eat dinner." ”

Oh, Molly nodded, and simply ignored the way he looked, and she quickly laid out two bunks, one on the other side and the other on the other, and without further ado, she climbed into one of them and fell asleep - she stayed away when he was nervous.

Qu Jincun: ...... Hum!

In the dark night, the river gently lapped the boat, and the boatman slept in the bow of the boat, with only a man and a woman in the cabin.

Although Qu Jincun abided by the etiquette of master and servant along the way, after making that kind of move today, he couldn't help but wonder if he cared a little too much about this cook?

For the nobles of their class, a cook is not even as noble as a roommate--there is a rough guy, and sometimes he will even use the hired cook to vent his anger, which is the customary rule in this world.

So, in the final analysis, the cook who was hired by him should be his belongings - Qu Jincun finally thought of this.

Then he relaxed, no longer tossing and turning, dark fire, and confused about himself.

- How can my private property be ridiculed by outsiders?!

After figuring it out, Qu Jincun's sleepiness hit, and he gradually fell asleep with a gurgling belly.

The next day, he had to wake up in a heart-wrenching dream of hunger, his stomach had completely deflated, and Molly was nowhere to be seen.

Now the sky is just bright, because it is a sunny day, the sky above the head is cloudless, the sky is white, and the sky has a bright red.

When Qu Jincun stepped out of the cabin with a gloomy face, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Molly sitting upright at the stern of the boat looking at the sky.

"Eat," he said succinctly, "eat a hot, soft, melt-in-your-mouth meal." ”

Molly retracted her gaze from the sky, smiled heartily at him, and quickly stood up and walked to the side of the stove, on which rice porridge had already been cooked, although the rice was brown rice, but after a long time of stewing, it had been boiled soft, a thick small jar, the black jar of milky white rice juice, in the morning light looked unexpectedly delicious.

Qu Jincun's fire brushed away, and then he was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"So you got up early to cook," he whispered, "I didn't hear you." ”

Molly narrowed her eyes and smiled - this guy's little temper would go away on its own without being coaxed, and this was another unique little habit that belonged to the target of this strategy, and she had written it down.

After a few days of sailing on the calm and waveless canal, the small boat entered the confines of the capital, and there were more ships passing by them, and there were no bandits and officials along the way, and I don't know if the owner of this space didn't know that there would be those things in reality, or he didn't want them to come out and be upset.

The journey was quite smooth.

After paying the rest of the fare, Qu Jincun took Molly to hire a carriage and walked out of the dock along the flat official road, heading for his uncle's house, which he desperately wanted to go.

This uncle of his is a bookseller, although he is white, but he has a wide range of contacts, and he has long intended to let him come to the capital, but Qu Jincun has not agreed out of his own small selfishness/face until the incident happened at home...... He had to leave his home and embark on an unknown journey in the capital.

He was full of resentment when he went out, and after meeting Molly and walking with her, perhaps because the woman's hand-cooked food soothed his belly and tongue, or because she was unpretentious, or perhaps because she laughed so ...... Lovely - anyway, he now felt that he could cope with the life that was coming under the fence.