After picking up the moon cakes baked in the iron plate one by one and putting them on the porcelain plate, and placing the remaining moon cakes on the iron plate, Qiao Jinyu was ready to ask He Jinzhi to put the iron plate in the oven.

When he turned around, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw He Jinzhi's tears shining with grief and grief.

"Senpai, are you alright?" She whispered softly, wondering in her heart what was wrong with He Jinzhi.

He Jinyi was stunned and hurriedly rubbed his eyes with his fingers.

"It's okay, my eyes seem to be in the sand, I'll wash my eyes."

After the words fell, He Jinzhi left the kitchen, and his pace was urgent, as if someone was chasing him to pay off his debts.

Qiao Jinyu frowned and glanced around.

There is no wind, where does the sand come from?

Thinking of He Jinzhi's expression just now, Qiao Jinyu dared to conclude that He Jinzhi was definitely lying.

Linking He Jinzhi's singleness without mentioning returning home and not eating moon cakes for more than ten years, Qiao Jinyu made a bold guess.

She guessed that He Jinzhi was born in a large family, and his father and mother were persecuted and died by relatives in the clan, and he was also kicked out of the family and has been alone ever since.

Because his home is gone, his family is gone, so he never touches mooncakes again, which symbolizes reunion.

Fang just ate the moon cakes, and the familiar taste evoked the sad past, and he couldn't control his tears.

Thinking of this, Qiao Jinyu sighed.

What a pathetic man.

From now on, she had to be kind to him and never scold him again.

Having made up her mind, Qiao Jinyu put the iron plate into the oven alone.

When he had finished baking for a quarter of an hour, he turned on the oven and took out the iron plate with gloves on.

After putting all the moon cakes on the porcelain plate, she asked the little maid to wait for a while to transfer the moon cakes to Steward Zhao, and then went back to Zhaoyue Courtyard.

Zhao Kuo has returned.

Not surprisingly, He Jinzhi did not come to play chess with him.

Zhao Kuo saw that she was empty-handed, and couldn't help asking, "Are the moon cakes ready?" ”

"Well, it's all done, I'll let Yuanning hand it over to Uncle Zhao, and let Zhao Boming assign it."

She has always been lazy, and if she can not waste her own brains, she will never waste that energy.

She came to the table and poured a glass of water, and after drinking it for a while, she came to Zhao Kuo, sat on his lap affectionately, and wrapped her neck around him.

"What book is the general reading today? Is it a military book again? ”

Zhao Kuo was afraid that she would fall, so he carefully wrapped his left hand around her waist and replied lightly: "Hmm." ”

She pouted, "Besides the book of soldiers, can't the general read some other books?" ”

"What do you want me to read?" Zhao Kuo stared at her with clear eyes.

Can she say that she wants him to see more of the Spring Palace One Hundred and Eight Style, this kind of illustrated little yellow book that is happy every night?

No matter how bad it is, it's good to look at the book, travelogue and miscellaneous notes.

It's old-fashioned enough, and I still hold this military book every day to read.

If you look at it like this, when he gets old, he will definitely be an old-fashioned, boring and disgusting old man.

She was really worried that no one would want to see him in the future, regardless of whether it was her son or her grandson.

After thinking about it, Qiao Jinyu said: "No matter what the book is, as long as it is not a military book, it is fine, not to mention that you have already read all these military books?" ”

"I think you'll have to read more story books in the future. Otherwise, you will really have children in the future, and the children will pester you to tell you stories, and you will not be able to tell any of them. ”

After a pause, Zhao Kuo nodded.

"Okay."

Then, there was no follow-up.

Qiao Jinyu: "......"

General, can you say a few more words?

With such a treasure of words, who are you going to sell words to?