The chicken soup has almost been simmered, lifting the lid of the pot, Lin Xifeng looked at the orange-yellow oil flowers floating on the soup, his appetite couldn't help but open, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the rich fragrance spreading between his heart and lungs, and then nodded with satisfaction, although there was still a little gap with the usual chicken soup, but it was already extremely good.

Lin Xifeng put two bowls of brown rice and chicken soup into Liu Lian'er's side room, she still slept soundly, and after calculating the time, Liu Lian'er had slept for almost eight hours.

Lin Xifeng patted her shoulder lightly and whispered, "Curtain, get up and eat something!" ”

In a trance, Liu Lian'er seemed to hear Lin Xifeng calling her name again, opened her beautiful eyes, and the half-squinted peach blossom eyes hooked Lin Xifeng's face into it, Liu Lian'er was much more awake at the moment, and suddenly fell asleep, and got up from the bed in a panic: "I'm sorry Xiang'er, the curtain overslept, the curtain knows it's time to cook, Xianggong must be hungry." ”

Lin Xifeng was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth a few times, and said, "The rice is ready, get up and eat!" ”

After saying this, Lin Xifeng turned around and walked back to the dining table.

Only then did Liu Lian'er smell the strong fragrance in the room, and said in surprise: "Xianggong, have you cooked the meal again?" ”

"What do you mean? I'm already a good cook, so why can't I cook? Lin Xifeng picked up a chicken leg, stuffed it in his mouth and nibbled on it, and then took a bite of brown rice.

"Oh......" Liu Lian'er responded weakly, not daring to refute, the rich fresh fragrance made her a little hungry, got off the bed and walked to the table, her expression stopped when she saw the chicken soup, an old hen costs nearly 100 yuan, for ordinary people, it is already considered a luxury, although she is very worried that if it goes on like this, the family's money may not last until the monthly money is used up, but it is not shown on her face, just sitting quietly at the dinner table, staring at the chicken soup with her eyes, but she did not move the chopsticks.

Lin Xifeng saw that Liu Lian'er had been sitting on the wooden bench and swallowing her saliva carefully, knowing what she was thinking, so she had to say, "Don't wait for me to finish eating, let's eat together!" ”

Liu Lian'er glanced at him with her beautiful eyes, then picked up the chopsticks, took a piece of chicken and stuffed it into her small mouth, and suddenly felt that the taste was delicate, and she said a little slurred: "Xianggong...... How do you make this chicken soup, it's so much better than before, ahem......"

"I'll talk to you later." Lin Xifeng raised his head and looked at the beautiful eyes of the willow curtain with bloodshots, which is a common phenomenon after staying up all night.

Liu Lian'er didn't ask more questions at the moment, and buried her head in drinking the tender chicken soup.

While eating, he looked up at Liu Lian'er's cute and timid appearance from time to time, and noticed that Lin Xifeng was looking at her, Liu Lian'er lowered his head more and more, Lin Xifeng couldn't help but laugh in his heart, maybe he also enjoyed this kind of rare and ordinary day, a girl is willing to give everything for you without asking for anything in return, there is nothing more precious in the world.

Although Liu Lian'er was very puzzled why Lin Xifeng was suddenly so good to her, she didn't ask, if she could be good to her, she was already very content, and she would not go to the bottom of it again, for fear of making Lin Xifeng unhappy. It is a matter of course for Xianggong to be good to his wife, but this incident has never existed in her life.

This time, Lin Xifeng didn't force the willow curtain, but she still finished eating a bowl of brown rice, drank the whole bowl of chicken soup, wiped her mouth, she got up and lowered her head to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, Lin Xifeng didn't say anything more, anyway, this is not a heavy job, she is used to this kind of life, and she will be even more unaccustomed to it if she is not allowed to clean up.

Lin Xifeng walked out of the side room, returned to his room, took out the cough medicine he bought before from the storage bag, this small white pill is obviously not something that Da Song can have, after thinking about it for a while, Lin Xifeng twisted the pill, sprinkled the medicine powder in the newly bought cup, poured hot water in the kitchen, and then brought it to the side room of Liu Lian'er.

Lin Xifeng put the porcelain cup on the table, looked up at Liu Lian'er, tried to suppress his voice, and said softly: "Remember to drink this cup of water later." ”

Liu Lian'er was embroidering on the bed, glanced up at Lin Xifeng, and saw that he actually poured tea for himself, although there was still a look of surprise in his eyes, but it had faded a lot, and in the past two days, she had gradually become accustomed to Lin Xifeng's "abnormal" behavior, and finally nodded.

"My monthly income is already very high, so don't stab this again in the future." Although Lin Xifeng's voice was very soft, it did not lose its majesty, and the relationship between the two people could only be improved slowly, not in a hurry.

Liu Lian'er stopped the needlework that was halfway through, and the movement was stiff and froze there, her expression was a little overwhelmed for a while, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were wandering, not knowing where to look.

Seeing this, Lin Xifeng couldn't help but fall silent, not letting her embroider, did she let her sit on the bed in a daze all the time? Then he had to say again: "Keep stabbing it!" ”

Liu Lian'er breathed a sigh of relief, and her panicked expression finally dispersed, although the embroidery was not sold for much money, but after all, this was the only contribution she made to the Lin family, she was afraid that Lin Xifeng would deprive her of this opportunity, of course Liu Lian'er also wanted to do more for Lin Xifeng, but her ability was really limited, and she really couldn't do much.

Lin Xifeng walked out of the side room, and after a while, he pushed the door back again, with more pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, and spread out the rice paper on the dining table, Lin Xifeng planned to practice calligraphy.

Since he is in the Great Song Dynasty, it is naturally impossible to write ballpoint pen simplified characters, although Lin Xifeng in the previous life has written brush words, but he really can't take the skill of brush words, and the writing is a little poor.

Liu Lian'er saw Lin Xifeng's actions, and her surprise flashed, and then she got up and walked to the table, lit the oil lamp, picked up the cup of tea and took a sip, there was a slight bitter taste, I don't know what was in it, but Xianggong shouldn't hurt her, after drinking the tea, she went back to bed and buried herself in embroidery, without asking anything.

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. Lin Xifeng wrote this poem that he liked quite a bit on paper, and then remembered a sentence of the ancients: words are like people.

After reading the words he wrote, Lin Xifeng turned around and glanced at the mirror on the dressing table of the willow curtain, and he didn't agree with the words of the ancients in his heart, he was just talking nonsense......

In a blink of an eye, it was already dark, and Lin Xifeng also wrote a bunch of waste drafts of "Title Capital City Nanzhuang", although it was a little better than what was written at the beginning, but this kind of character is still difficult to get into the elegant hall, it seems that words can not be practiced overnight.

Liu Lian'er was very distressed, she felt sorry for the pile of waste manuscripts, which was wasted by Xianggong, although rice paper is not precious, but it is also money after all, but she is very happy, because Xianggong did not go out to look for it. had fun, but practiced calligraphy at home.

Liu Lian'er stretched her waist, put down the embroidery, walked to Lin Xifeng's side gently, and asked carefully, "Xianggong, what did you write?" ”

After noticing the changes in Lin Xifeng in the past two days, Liu Lian'er was not very scared in her heart, and she had the courage to take the initiative to talk to Lin Xifeng.