Ning Xiang was worried that Liang Bozhao would not be able to eat enough, so he warmed a few steamed buns by the pot, cut a small plate of shredded bamboo shoots, and served them on the table.

When eating, Ning Xiang was a little apprehensive, since she went to Zhang's Mansion in her previous life, she had never cooked, she hadn't cooked for so many years, this meal, I don't know if I did it well, Liang Bozhao didn't like to eat.

Liang Bozhao looked at the soup and water on this table, but he was slightly stunned, when he didn't marry Ning Xiang, he lived alone, three meals a day but ate some dry food at will, and when he was thirsty, he directly scooped a scoop of cold water, but he really hadn't eaten a decent meal for a long time.

Ning Xiang held the bowl, but her eyes quietly looked at his face, and when she saw that he was eating very quickly, her heart was slightly more steady. Suddenly, Liang Bozhao raised his head, his deep black eyes looked straight at her, Ning Xiang was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "Is the food not palatable?" ”

Liang Bozhao shook his head, glanced at her, and said, "Why don't you eat it?" ”

Ning Xiang realized that she hadn't moved her chopsticks yet, so she hurriedly lowered her head, drank a few sips of gnocchi soup, and peeked at Liang Bozhao to retract his gaze, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating, Ning Xiang packed up the dishes and chopsticks, Liang Bozhao had already prepared the gifts to be brought back to the door, according to the customs of the village, two pieces of cotton cloth, four pastries, a piece of fresh buttocks meat, plus a fish, a jar of wine, neatly rested on the table.

Ning Xiang remembered that when she returned to the door three days in her previous life, she cried in bed for a long time, but she didn't want to go back to her parents' house with Liang Bozhao. At that time, she only felt that she had no face to see people, and the little sisters who grew up together in the village all married better than her. Only she was promised by her parents to such a man, not to mention that her family was poor, and she was still so old.

In the end, it was until dark, and my father asked my little brother to come to the house several times, and she reluctantly returned to her parents' house with Liang Bozhao, and came back after a meal.

Recalling the past, Ning Xiang was very ashamed, only walked to the table with her eyes down, and packed the pastries and pork in the same way. When he went out, Liang Bozhao took most of the things with one hand, Ning Xiang was surprised, worried that he would strangle his hands if he took too much, he was just about to go to get the wine jar, and saw that Liang Bozhao had already carried the wine jar with his other hand, although his hands were full of things, he still did not change his face, and it was easy.

"I'll help you...."Ning Xiang's voice was very small, and before she finished speaking, her face turned red first.

Liang Bozhao looked at her pair of white and blue plain hands, thin and slender, and stretched out towards him, wanting to take the pork in his hand.

Liang Bozhao handed the four pieces of dim sum to her and said a few words; "You take this."

Ning Xiang took the light snacks, but her heart was pounding, and when she noticed his care and pity, her cheeks were even redder, and even a layer of pink floated on her snow-white earlobes.

Liang Bozhao looked at her beautiful and delicate face, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly, he settled down, and only said in a deep voice; "Let's go." Then he turned around, left the house with Ning Xiang one after another, and walked towards the Dong family.

Ning Xiang hasn't been back to Luokou Village for a long time.

Since she left Liang Bozhao in her previous life and followed the third prince to the city, she has never returned. Even when her father was seriously ill, she knelt down and begged her mother, who never let her go back to her hometown. It's been ten years.