Pushing Xie Zi'an to take a bath, Qi Lele turned around and went into the kitchen.

Wang Yuzhong came back last night and brought good news, and also brought back a lot of buffalo milk, which was just used to make a ginger milk.

Wash and peel the ginger, cut it into small pieces, grind the ginger juice with a small stone mill, strain it through a fine sieve, and set it aside for later use.

Bring the buffalo milk to a boil with sugar, stir with chopsticks for a while to cool down slightly, and then pour the steaming buffalo milk into the ginger juice.

Wait for a while, the buffalo milk will solidify, and a bowl of ginger juice will be ready.

Qi Lele picked up the bowl and turned to find Xie Zi'an.

"Are you done?"

Xie Zi'an's lazy voice came from inside: "Not yet, what?"

"Then sit in the tub and don't get up, I'll come in and give you something."

"Okay."

Qi Lele decisively pushed the door in.

The bath room is not big, and such a large bucket of hot water is placed in the middle, which evaporates a lot of mist, adding a bit of hazy beauty to the people sitting in the bathtub.

Xie Zi'an's long black hair was wet and draped over his shoulders, which was in stark contrast to his fair complexion, and his originally delicate and luxurious eyebrows and eyes were a little more fragile and charming.

As early as in the previous kiss and hug, Qi Lele guessed that he was the type of thin and undressed with flesh, and today he can see it with his own eyes, although he only saw the slender shoulders and neck and the upper half of the arms, but the neat muscle lines will not deceive.

Beauty bath, it's really a big killer!

Qi Lele took a deep breath by turning around and closing the door, and said secretly: Anyway, in modern society, he is also a person who reads all the beautiful men! Steady! It must not be false! Otherwise, I don't know how this man will get stuck!

Xie Zi'an's eyes were a little smiling, and the expression on his face became more and more gentle and harmless, as if a big cat deliberately put away its claws, quietly waiting for its prey to throw itself into the net.

Qi Lele walked to the bathtub and stared at Xie Zi'an's eyes, trying to control his eyes from looking down: "Eat this!"

Xie Zi'an stretched his neck slightly to look over, with a slight sound of water: "What is this?"

"Ginger juice hits milk, cold-proofing."

Xie Zi'an sat up slightly straighter and raised his hand to pick it up, and with this action, the skin that was originally soaked in the water was exposed more.

Qi Lele's eyes seemed to have an autonomous consciousness, and he unconsciously floated over, watching the water gradually fall down from his collarbone, and finally ......

Stop! Can't look any further!

Qi Lele pursed his lips and diverted his thoughts: "You are a big man who actually bathes with flower petals?"

Xie Zi'an made a move and tilted his head: "No?"

Qi Lele said, "I don't even need it!"

"Why don't you try it too?"

Qi Lele took a step back abruptly: "Be honest! Soak yours!"

Xie Zi'an laughed, put his hand on the edge of the bathtub, got up slightly, and went to pick up the bowl in Qi Lele's hand, and was caught off guard, and the large skin on her chest was *** in front of her eyes.

This impact is really a bit big, Qi Lele's gaze continued to slide down from two points in front of his chest to his abdominal muscles, the texture is clear, symmetrical and neat, there are actually eight pieces! And on those two sides, it's a mermaid line, right? Right?

The white-faced scholar who looks thin and weak as if a gust of wind can blow away, but when he takes off his clothes, he actually has abdominal muscles and a mermaid line?

Is this scientific? This is completely unscientific!

"Madame, are you satisfied?"

Qi Lele seemed to be burned, and turned around suddenly: "Don't sit back yet!" Are you afraid that you won't be able to get sick?"

There was a loud noise, Xie Zi'an sat back, and after a while, he said slowly, "Madam, this ginger is really good! Awesome!"

Qi Lele's mind was full of the picture she had just seen, and the urge to touch it sprouted in the depths of her heart, she couldn't help but cover her face and scolded, "I can't stop your mouth if I eat!"

The corners of Xie Zi'an's eyes and eyebrows were all smug smiles, he never expected that there would be such benefits as today when he practiced martial arts.

When he finished eating slowly, Qi Lele's drum-like heartbeat finally calmed down a little, just noodles

Still a little feverish, she turned around with a stiff face, took the bowl and spoon without saying a word, and turned to leave.

Xie Zi'an's wanton and cheerful laughter came from behind him, Qi Lele's face was red, and he was so angry that he stomped his feet, but he didn't dare to turn around and be tough with others, so he had to say cruelly angrily: "You don't have to eat at night!" It's not your share!"

The laughter stopped abruptly: "Madame atoned for her sins, and she knew her husband's mistake."

"It's late!"

In the room not far away, Xie Dai was lighting the letter in his hand, and when he heard the sound outside, he paused.

Su Yaxian said with a smile: "With Le'er by her side, Zi'an's temperament is getting clearer and clearer."

Xie Dai was noncommittal, and only said, "Let Yu Zhong go with us the day after tomorrow."

Su Yaxian hesitated: "Isn't it appropriate to leave only a few of them at home?"

"What's wrong with people who are all married?"

"It's still young even if you have a family."

Xie Dai glanced out the window, "He's afraid he can't wait for the two of them to be left at home."

Su Yaxian was thoughtful: "It's reasonable, it's better to bring all the words and texts with you."

"Madame, seriously?"

Su Yaxian smiled: "What do you think?"

Qi Lele chopped in the kitchen for an afternoon, and his heart was completely calmed back like a deer, isn't it just abdominal muscles? Who hasn't seen it yet?

When it was time for dinner, everyone looked at the various meatballs on the table, glanced at each other, and raised their chopsticks silently.

On the contrary, Qi Lele himself was a little embarrassed, and said, "I also made ginger milk."

With that, he hurriedly turned around and went to the kitchen. Xie Zi'an raised his eyes and walked around several younger siblings, warning him very much.

Seeing this, Xie Dai snorted lightly: "It's you who provoked it."

Xie Zi'an said, "She's thin-skinned."

A few small eyes and noses watched their hearts, staring at the food in the bowl, waiting wholeheartedly for their sister-in-law to bring the ginger to the milk.

After dinner, soon it was dark.

Wang Rongrong was lying on the cold and hard bed board, drenched in sweat, the whole person had more air out and less air in, thinking that she had been pampered since she was a child, when had she ever suffered such a hardship?

She never thought that she could endure this step in order to live.

The eldest aunt persuaded her to confess honestly as usual, she closed her eyes and did not respond at all, and only when the eldest aunt said that she was tired, put down the dishes and chopsticks and went out, she slowly opened her eyes.

In the middle of the night, a figure quietly entered the room, and Wang Rongrong opened her eyes: "Did you bring something?"

"Brought, do you really want to do this?"

"I can't live without that!"

The visitor sighed, spread out an old book in front of Wang Rongrong, handed her a pen, and then carefully lit the candle, not forgetting to lean over to block the faint candlelight.

The rain was falling heavily.