After they separated from Meng Haowu.

Shu Zhihan's gaze was still looking behind her.

"What's wrong? What do you want to ask?"

Luo Jinyu broke her mind with one word.

"It's worthy of being my husband, just smart, I'm just curious, why did you suddenly recruit a partial general, and you are also surnamed Meng?

Could it be that you have a soft spot for the surname Meng.

Oh, you shouldn't be just a good mouthful, don't you want to find a lady who is also surnamed Meng?"

Shu Zhihan's sudden idea is really not something that ordinary people can figure out.

"What nonsense, and ah, I didn't find one, but two."

Luo Jinyu glanced at her, then looked ahead, and said lightly, "The two brothers are distant relatives of the two brothers of Dameng."

Listening to this explanation, she nodded, "I see."

The two of them arrived at Biluo Courtyard before they knew it.

As soon as she entered, Miyue couldn't help but rejoice when she saw her being carried back.

Immediately set up the dishes and chopsticks, "Miss, general, you use it slowly."

After speaking, he pulled Qingxin out of the room.

Qing Xin, who was dragged out by her, asked a little uncertainly, "Sister Miyue, why are we leaving, shouldn't we be waiting inside?"

"I said you're not stupid, don't worry, it's okay, there's no young lady in there."

"No, I just watched the general come back with Miss in her arms, is she injured?"

Miyue was like a detective, holding her chin in her hand, nodding her head and saying, "Well, according to my experience, it must be a sweet act between two people, and it seems that we will soon have to change our name to Madame."

She didn't forget to raise an eyebrow as she spoke.

It's just that Qingxin doesn't seem to think it's like this, but he doesn't know how to refute it.

"Sister Mitsuki, your experience? What kind of experience was it?"

"The experience of talking books, let me tell you, our young lady likes to read books the most, so I followed her to read a lot."

Qingxin seemed to have a hint of envy on her face, "It's good."

Seeing her expression, Miyue immediately stepped forward and hugged her, "Don't think about the past, if you like it, let's watch it together in the future, okay."

The warmth he received in an instant touched Qingxin very much.

"But I don't know any of those bean-sized characters."

Qing Xin's face showed a trace of embarrassment, and his head was pressed very low.

Miyue patted her gently, "It's okay, if you want to read and write, then let's let Miss teach, I will teach her."

But if you don't want to go through that effort, I'll read it to you, okay?"

"Sister Mitsuki, you're so nice."

Mitsuki felt a little embarrassed to be praised by her, and originally wanted to secretly see what was going on inside, but now it seems that it can't be done.

She pulled Qingxin and left the place.

Luo Jinyu in the house heard a sound outside, although he couldn't hear it clearly, he knew that they were talking inside.

Shu Zhihan sandwiched the dish to him with affection, "Husband, you try this."

"Hmm."

Luo Jinyu nodded slightly, picked up the dishes in the bowl and stuffed them into his mouth.

"You answered, is this the former or the latter?"

Luo Jinyu looked at her with a slight frown, as if she didn't understand.

"I'm asking you, your voice, 'Well, is it husband?' Why don't you eat this?"

Shu Zhihan held chopsticks in her hand, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at him expectantly.

"The food tastes good."

Luo Jinyu glanced at her with squinted eyes, and wanted to laugh a little, but still restrained herself.

He didn't answer positively, but left and right

It.

This behavior made Shu Zhihan feel a little frustrated.

She propped her head on one hand and placed the food in his bowl across her face.

Luo Jinyu looked at her carrying her head, and didn't look at what she was giving herself.

I don't know why, looking at her puffing appearance, I can't help but feel a little like laughing.

After a while, he saw that there was no more food in the bowl in front of him.

Luo Jinyu shook her head with a smile, picked up a chicken leg and put it in her bowl.

Shu Zhihan's afterglow saw this scene, and her heart couldn't help but chuckle, and the action of holding vegetables in her hands also stopped.

She sat up slightly straighter and turned to look at him.

"Okay, eat quickly, you have to eat enough to be angry before you have the strength."

Looking at his rare good temper, Shu Zhihan felt a burst of warmth in her heart.

I picked up the chicken leg in the bowl and stuffed it into my mouth, but as soon as my hand slipped, the chicken leg fell down.

Thinking that on weekdays, she eats directly with her hands, but now that he is here, wouldn't it make him see the joke.

Luo Jinyu looked at her like that, smiled and shook her head, reached out and picked up the chicken leg in her bowl and brought it directly to her mouth.

Seeing her there, he put the chicken leg to her mouth.

"Eat."

Such a gentle Luo Jinyu?

Is this an illusion of being present to take it?

Shu Zhihan couldn't believe what she saw with her eyes, she couldn't help but reach out and touch her face, and then pinched it hard.

Oops, it hurts.

The real pain made her realize that she was not hallucinating.

Luo Jinyu looked at her like this, and understood that she didn't believe it.

"Eat or not, my hands are sore."

"Eat, eat."

Shu Zhihan opened her mouth and took a bite.

"Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious, it's sweet."

Luo Jinyu was a little puzzled by what she said, what is it, sweet chicken legs?

He thought in his heart, could it be that sweet dishes are popular in Mingjing now?

Shu Zhihan realized her gaffe and immediately said, "No, I'm not, I mean because, oops, I don't know how to say it."

She found that it was okay not to explain, and the more she explained, the more chaotic it became.

"Okay, I see, isn't it sweet to feed you a sip of medicine now?"

Shu Zhihan quickly stood up and reached out to touch his forehead, which made him confused.

"Are you sick? Why do you feel like you're talking a little gibberish?"

When Luo Jinyu saw her like this, she really thought that she was sick, and said that she was sick?

What do you mean?

Would it be better if I was more fierce to her?

Why is it a little gentler for her, and she is so uncomfortable?

Thinking about it like this, he suddenly had some doubts about himself, thinking that could it be his own problem?

Or should she be nicer to her on weekdays?

Shu Zhihan looked at him holding a chicken leg in his hand and stared at himself without saying a word.

His eyes rolled for a moment, and he asked, a little embarrassed, "Did I say something wrong again?"

She gently took the chicken leg in Luo Jinyu's hand.