Washing and cooking in Xiyan is generally a man's job, except for those particularly poor villages, where some women have to cook in order to make a living, and in other cases, few women can cook.

Xu Qingzhu looked at the girl in front of her, kneading the dough skillfully and making noodles, and the light in her eyes lit up little by little.

He felt that Yan Ruo's every movement was so pleasing to the eye.

The person who was supposed to fight on the battlefield and defend his family and the country is now washing his hands and making soup for him in this kitchen, which makes Xu Qingzhu feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

There is no doubt that she is really good.

And such an excellent person is his ......

Thinking of this, Xu Qingzhu couldn't help but hook his lips.

Yan Ruo took advantage of his free time to habitually glance in his direction, and saw the corners of his lips that had not been suppressed, and couldn't help but ask a little strangely, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I feel like we're more like a family now than ever." Xu Qingzhu stepped forward and gently wiped the flour that was accidentally stained on the tip of Yan Ruo's nose, "I like this feeling now, because it's very pyrotechnic." ”

"What kind of metaphor are you?" Yan Ruo said with a smile, the movements of his hands did not stop.

Xu Qingzhu smiled, found a pillar to lean on, and his tone was a little casual, "Actually, I don't like the palace very much, that palace is splendid, it seems to be very beautiful, but living in it is too oppressive and dark." If you can have a choice, it is not as good as ordinary people's homes, and you will no longer feel the loneliness and coldness from above, there will be fireworks, and there will be popularity......"

Xu Qingzhu whispered his thoughts like that, and Yan Ruo didn't interrupt him, he listened carefully, and he didn't listen to the movements in his hands.

"The noodles are ready."

Yan Ruo placed a bowl of steaming noodles in front of Xu Qingzhu.

In addition to the simple condiments, the noodles are filled with vegetables and poached eggs, and in addition, Yan Ruo just puts some ordinary condiments.

"The noodles are a little lighter, but your stomach is not good, so it is more appropriate to eat something light and easy to digest at this time." Yan Ruo looked at Xu Qingzhu and said seriously, "Of course, if you can't get used to it, I can make you some meat dishes to reconcile the taste." ”

She was worried that Xu Qingzhu was used to eating big fish and meat, and he would not be comfortable with suddenly letting him eat porridge and side dishes.

"No, I think that's fine." Xu Qingzhu said with a smile, sniffed lightly again, his eyes lit up slightly, "It's very fragrant, it makes people want to eat it when they look at it." ”

knew that Xu Qingzhu was deliberately saying words of praise, but Yan Ruo was still very useful.

Xu Qingzhu, who had eased his emotions, was not embarrassed to say as bluntly as before that he would let Yan Ruo "feed" him. He ate this bowl of noodles with chopsticks and chopsticks, and in the end, there was no soup left.

On a cold night, the two of them nested in the kitchen, and there was an indescribable harmony in it.

All the previous unhappiness seemed to disappear as the stomach pain dissipated.

The two reconciled as before, and the gatekeeper was relieved that he didn't have to continue to stop Yan Ruo.

Even, the day before they had just been fined half by the housekeeper, the next day it doubled.

It was Xu Qingzhu's order, but he didn't explain the reason.

The two gatekeepers couldn't figure out something, but the housekeeper knew that it was Miss Su who climbed over the wall and coaxed people last night, which made His Royal Highness feel happier than breaking in directly.

Alas, sure enough, His Royal Highness's mood is completely in the hands of Miss Su.

The housekeeper felt that she was getting older, and she didn't want to think about whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, anyway, she just thought it was a good thing.