The Xie family has not been so lively for a long time, it has been poor for a long time, and there is an endless stream of neighbors who come to visit, which is completely different from the coldness of the previous days. It is a pity for the neighbors that Xie's mother is still sick and cannot see customers, and Qing'er is still a little too young, and it is difficult for the female dependents to have a relationship.

The pressure to talk to Master Xie was a little too great, although Xie Hong was smiling when he received people and things, but all the people who talked to him felt very uncomfortable, and they all felt that Xie Hong had a momentum on him, which made people dare not raise their heads.

The most enviable thing is the Ma family, not only can the second aunt enter the Xie family and help out, just like half a master, even the boy of the Ma family is also next to the master bookkeeper, looking at his demeanor, it is really jealous. The master of the book must have a bright future, and he can also mix a chicken dog to ascend to heaven with him, right?

The most annoying thing is that stupid Zhang Erniu, who doesn't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings. The matter at the Yamen Gate has not yet reached Ping'anfang, and usually Erniu does not show mountain dew, no one knows his ferocity, and everyone only hates him for occupying a position next to Xie Hong, but they don't cherish it. This black guy didn't even say a word, just smirked, and the great opportunity was wasted, making many people pound their chests.

The noise was in the evening, and the neighbors dispersed, but the Xie family was still lively, except for Erniu, the Ma family also came over. Only Xie Hong was more disappointed, because Qing'er said that he wouldn't let him enter the kitchen again, and even if he did, he could only open his mouth to point out and want to do it? It was the little girl's territory, and she was driven out twice when she stretched out her hand, and Xie Hong dispelled this idea.

The surname of the little girl surnamed Suo is very high, but I read it again yesterday, and today under Xie Hong's guidance, the things made are already quite good. Xie Hong estimated that the little girl's talent in cooking should be above him, he was just skillful, and the real seasoning and heat could only be said to be average.

Well, for the sake of her belly, Qing'er is still worth cultivating, Xie Hong touched his chin and set a development direction for the little girl.

Qing'er didn't know that the brother next to her who was in a daze was thinking about herself, the little girl had neat hands and feet, and she made more than a dozen dishes before dark, and she was full of joy.

"Brother Hong, is Qing'er's cooking delicious?" Took out a chopstick from the freshly made dish, and carefully let Xie Hong taste it, the little girl's big bright eyes stared at Xie Hong, without blinking, her little hand on her chest, clenched tightly, obviously very nervous.

"Well, it's very good, and you can be rated as a second-level chef if you study it again." Xie Hong was a little absent-minded and replied casually.

"Wow, that's great!" The little girl was very happy that her efforts were affirmed by authoritative figures, but Qing'er quickly remembered another question and asked suspiciously, "But, what is a second-level chef?" ”

Wow, I was thinking too much, and when I said it, Xie Hong was sweating, and said, "What about the second-level chef...... It's a little worse than the level of a first-class chef, you can make it for people who are officials, and a first-class chef can cook for the emperor, Qing'er has to work hard. ”

"That's ......" Qing'er thought for a while, "Qing'er doesn't want to cook for the emperor, Qing'er just needs to cook for Brother Hong and his mother." The little girl's tone was firm, and she would not give in to the emperor if she was coercive or tempted.

I was so moved, Xie Hong, who had just deceived the little girl, blushed, but fortunately, Erniu broke in in a hurry, making him not so embarrassed, good brother, he appeared in time at every critical moment.

"Brother Xiaohong, it's so fragrant, can you eat?" This guy was attracted by the aroma.

"Alright, alright, let's serve the food?" Xie Hong said in a loud voice.

Of course, the dinner table was also very lively, the son had a chance, and the neighbors also said yes in a row, seeing this, Xie's mother's spirit was also much better, and she said a lot of things at the dinner table.

However, the protagonist at the dinner table is not Xie Mu, nor Xie Hong, but Ma Wentao. This guy's mouth is terrible, except for the part where he didn't talk about the fight for fear of Xie Mu's worry, the rest, from yesterday when Xie Hong offered treasures, to Xie Hongya, who was also hearsay, decided the case at the door, and then to Ping'an Fang to convince the bully Chen family, it was like foaming at the mouth and falling from the sky.

Except for Xie Hong himself, there was really no one here who knew about these things, and when he said this, except for Zhang Erniu, who was hungry, everyone else even forgot to eat.

Qing'er's eyes sparkled, looking at her brother Hong, adoring her very much. The little girl still has a little secret in her heart, which no one else knows, that is, Brother Hong can also cook, and it is even better than Qing'er, Brother Hong is amazing.

"Hong'er, you are doing a good job today, our family is also from a poor background, and you can't forget your roots." Mother Xie was happy in her heart, her son did what her husband had thought about all his life, although her son changed a little suddenly, but the old man looked at his son and how good he looked, and he only thought that his son saw that he was sick, so he suddenly became sensible.

"Although it's good for you to be the main bookkeeper, you can't pull off your studies, you still have to have a background in the imperial examination." The old lady admonished again.

Forget that...... Thinking of the Four Books and Five Classics, Xie Hong has a headache, we are craftsmen, it is safer to take the emperor's route directly. It's just that the old man is actually the same as a child, he needs to be coaxed, Xie Hong didn't think so, but his mouth was sweet: "Mother, don't worry, the child knows it." ”

"That's good." The old man was really pleased.

After the meal, everyone in the Ma family also said goodbye, and when he left, Ma Wentao told Xie Hong that he was going to Xuanfu to ask for a famous doctor, and felt that he had already followed Xie Hong anyway, so it was better to do this most important thing. Of course, Xie Hong thought it was good, and took the silver money for him to carry, and the two pushed and gave in, but Ma Wentao finally accepted it.

After cleaning up, everyone also rested.

However, Xie Hong couldn't sleep, not that he wasn't sleepy, but the snoring of Erniu, who stayed overnight, was too loud, like thunder. After tossing and turning for a while, Xie Hong decided to go to the courtyard to cool off.

It's been sunny for the past few days, and tonight is also moonlight like water, with the sound of cicadas chirping and a cool breeze, which is very comfortable. Stretching his waist, Xie Hong was suddenly stunned, there was a small figure sitting under the jujube tree in the yard, sewing something by the moonlight, not Qing'er, which one?

"Qing'er, what are you doing?" Xie Hong asked with concern.

"Hmm...... It's nothing. Unexpectedly, Xie Hong suddenly appeared, the little girl had a feeling that the secret had been discovered, her face was red, and she hurriedly wanted to put away the things in her hand.

Xie Hong's eyesight, Qing'er only hesitated, he had already seen the thing in the little girl's hand, it was a green shirt, half sewn, and the cloth was what he bought yesterday. Xie Hong's heart was hot, and he stepped forward quickly and said:

"Qing'er, it's so dark outside, what are you doing with these sewing, it will break your eyes. Besides, now that our family has money, why don't we light the lamp? ”

"However, Brother Hong became an official, and the clothes he wore still had patches, and the second aunt said that he would be embarrassed. Lamp oil is very expensive, and the money has to be given to my mother's medical treatment......" The little girl argued with a small voice and a red face.

"What's not to be ashamed of, don't listen to the second aunt's nonsense, don't get it, take a good rest, it's been a busy day today." Hearing Qing'er say this, Xie Hong was so distressed.

"Hmm, hmm......" Qing'er agreed in her mouth, but she refused to move under her feet, clutching the half-finished clothes in her hands, as if she was afraid that Xie Hong would come to grab it.

"Okay, Qing'er, is it okay for my brother to teach you how to sew?" Xie Hong knew the little girl's mind when he looked at her appearance, he knew that the little girl's surname was also very stubborn, and with a roll of his eyes, he had other ways.

"Brother Hong, you ......... Teach me to sew clothes? "The little girl still can't fight the old fox, and sure enough, there are men in the chefs of this era, and there will be recipes in the book. But men do needlework, this kind of thing is too exaggerated, anyway, Qing'er has never heard of it.

"That's right, brother is a craftsman."

Xie Hong touched his chin and smiled proudly, the handicraft covers a wide range of things, not to mention sewing, weaving and embroidery, and the level is quite high, otherwise how can he win multiple awards in the World Series?

"Craftsman? But my mother said, Brother Hong is a scholar? Although the little girl's blind worship escalated again, Qing'er still noticed where Xie Hong said something that leaked out.

"Hah...... Well, the reader is actually a craftsman, "I don't sleep in the middle of the night, this brain is not very clear, Xie Hong scratched his head, and began to make up nonsense again. But Qing'er is not stupid, and her big eyes still shine with doubt.

"Qing'er, look, what is this scholar doing? Is it just writing and drawing, and don't you also use your hands to do this? It's also very artistic, so it's also a craftsman. The messy theory had a bit of an effect, looking at Qing'er's half-believing appearance, Xie Hong, who deceived the little girl again, felt very guilty, and hurriedly changed the topic and took the needle and thread from Qing'er's hand.

"Come, Qing'er, I'll teach you, you see, you have to leave threads here, and you have to make stitches here......"

Xie Hong is most satisfied with this body is these hands, it doesn't matter what the appearance is, besides, this Xie Hong looks similar to him, the most important thing for people is temperament. But if this hand is not good, his craft is really not able to play, the slender fingers of this body are very suitable, and the hand is also well maintained, and there is no dark injury at all.

His fingers flew, and his clothes quickly took shape, with dense threads, comparable to the effect of sewing machines in later generations, and Qing'er was very surprised by this kind of craftsmanship. Her eyes widened wider and wider, wanting to see more clearly, no matter how bright the moonlight was at night, it was not as bright as in the day, and the little girl leaned over unconsciously.

Xie Hong said that he wanted to teach, but in fact, he just wanted to finish the robe, so that Qing'er could go to rest, so his subordinates moved quickly, and when he was busy, suddenly a faint fragrance wafted into his nose, and then, a soft body leaned up, and he froze suddenly.

The little girl's body was soft and fragrant, and the summer shirt was very thin, and Xie Hong could even feel the delicacy behind that layer of cloth. It made him begin to regret that he felt so keen, because under such contact, he was a little uncontrollable.

"Brother Hong, why did you stop? Are you tired? As soon as he stopped, Qing'er also noticed that the little girl raised her head, her big eyes flashed, and Xie Hong could see that there was a moon in it, and there was also herself.

Facing such innocent eyes, Xie Hong felt ashamed, this is an innocent little girl! Could it be that my brother was also infected by Ma Wentao's beast? How can you be lustful for such a young girl, well, it must have been infected by that beast, otherwise my brother would be a righteous gentleman.

"Well, well, I'm not tired, you see how it should be ...... here" Xie Hong shook his head and hurriedly changed the topic, fortunately Qing'er was simple-minded, he didn't know that he had so many thoughts in his heart, and when he saw him continue, he turned his mind to needlework again.

Xie Hong's face was hot, causing his subordinates to be faster, which made Qing'er very amazed, and after a while, the little girl's mood suddenly fell: "Brother Hong is so good, but Qing'er is very clumsy, she can't help anything, and she has been dragging her brother back...... Brother Hong won't want Qing'er in the future, woo......" chattered, and when he got to the back, his beautiful eyes were already full of tears, and he actually cried.

Wow, this is terrible, Xie Hong has never been in a serious relationship in his two lives, and he will not guess the girl's thoughts. However, he has always firmly believed that the man who makes the beloved girl cry is not a good man, although he is at a loss, he still tries to coax the little girl.

"Why don't you want to be sunny? Qing'er is so good, you see, you learned it once yesterday, and the dishes you made today are delicious, and Erniu has eaten so much, it's not enough, right? The needlework is also very good, well, Qing'er is also very beautiful......" Xie Hong was sweating in a hurry, and said all the advantages he could think of.

He originally liked this sensible little girl very much, when the family was in difficulty before, Qing'er was busy with housework, and she had to help outsiders wash clothes to make money to supplement the family, she never complained of hardship, and she never made any requests for food and clothing, and her heart was all on Xie Hong and her mother.

Looking at the progress of sewing this shirt, Xie Hong could easily guess that the little girl had been busy all day, and I was afraid that last night would be the same as today. Thinking that Qing'er was busy for most of the night, cooked for herself in the morning, and then woke herself up, Xie Hong was very moved.

"Qing'er, don't worry, even if the sky is old and the sea is dry and rotten, I will be by Qing'er's side." Speaking of this, Xie Hong's tone was already a little more solemn.

The girl's mind was sharp, and although she didn't fully understand the meaning of her brother's words, Qing'er still felt Xie Hong's heart. The little girl was suddenly a little shy, feeling like she was being coquettish, but the sensible Qing'er never coquettish. However, I feel very happy to be able to spoil someone I can rely on.

"After Brother Hong recovered from his illness, he really changed a lot," Qing'er thought to herself, in the past, when the two got a little closer, the nerd in the past would say something indecent and disrespectful, and men and women would not kiss each other, so that Qing'er always had a sense of strangeness, and the little girl always thought that her brother didn't like her.

It turned out that my brother liked Qing'er, the little girl blushed and slowly leaned on the somewhat thin, but very warm chest, Brother Hong's arms were very warm.

"Brother Hong, can you sing a song to Qing'er?" The voice was shy, but the tone was expectant.

"Uh, okay." As a professional craftsman, Xie Hong's singing voice is not very good, but who can refuse such a request at such a time? Fortunately, most of the pop songs in later generations are not difficult to sing, and Xie Hong is not very difficult.

Raising his head, at this time, the fruit on the tree was still very green, Xie Hong smiled, searched for the familiar melody from his memory, and sang softly.

"My dear darling, I will go over the mountains to find the missing sun, to find the missing moon......"

The melody is not very melodious, and the voice of the singer is also very average, but Xie Hong felt that the little body in his arms tightened slightly, and then became softer.

"I'm going to touch the moon with my own hands, and I'm going to write your name on it......"

Xie Hong stretched out his hand and gently held Qing'er in his arms, and his gentle movements were like holding a rare treasure.

“…… Finally, I will come back safely, and come back to tell you all about it, and kiss my baby. ”

After singing a song, Xie Hong looked down and saw that the little person in his arms was already asleep, and the little girl who put down her heart slept very sweetly, smiling and revealing two small dimples, which was very cute.

You're tired, aren't you? Xie Hong couldn't bear to wake her up, wrapped the half-sewn robe in his hand around Qing'er's body, and then leaned against the tree himself and closed his eyes.

At night, it is always so quiet, the cool wind blows on his face, and Xie Hong's heart is extremely warm.