Chapter 379 - Chapter 379: Chapter 379: Cleaning Up The Traces

Chapter 379: Chapter 379: Cleaning Up The Traces

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Feeling that it was about time, Qiao Xiaomai said, “Alright, stop the licking. Go check on those bricks.”

At her words, Tong Sanlang quickly licked each finger again, then spat them out, the digits coated with his saliva. He stepped forward, extended his arms, and hugged Qiao Xiaomai tightly.

Without saying a word, he looked directly towards the corner.

Qiao Xiaomai was not a professional bricklayer. The once sturdy cyan bricks she had dug up now had visible traces of being removed and replaced.

He walked over, furrowed his brow, pressed each brick in turn to confirm they were steady, and then said, “Spread some dust over it. Later on claim you’re sprouting beans, and bring back those old wooden boxes your father used and place them here.”

He couldn’t restore the ground to its former state, but he could disguise it.

“Okay.” Qiao Xiaomai nodded. “By the way, is your body alright?”

” It’ll be normal after a night’s rest.”

“That’s enough, you’ve been in the room long enough. Wipe your tears and go outside.” Tong Sanlang stood up.

As he spoke, he looked down at Qiao Xiaomai’s hand. In this short span of time, her bloody wounds had healed, the skin and flesh on the previously damaged fingers having returned to normal.

Relieved, he said, “I’ll go outside to bring in the boxes for the beansprouts.”

He’d also been worried that his saliva wouldn’t have a healing effect.

Qiao Xiaomai hummed in response, then flung herself into his arms for a firm hug before fetching a basin from the spatial storage to wash her face.

“Don’t forget what Prince Wei requested. He wants something refreshing.” Tong Sanlang reminded her again.

“I know.”

With that, Tong Sanlang left the room, heading directly to the storage shed. As he walked, he said to Qiao Changshun, “Uncle Changsun, her bandages came loose, so I retied them. Oh, and she plans to sprout some beans.”

“Then move the wooden boxes to her room. Is she alright now?” Qiao Changshun asked.

“She’s fine, all healed.”

At that moment, Qiao Xiaomai also emerged from the room, carrying a half­bag of soybeans to the well, “Brother Sanlang, could you rinse the soybeans?”

Tong Sanlang held the wooden boxes and responded with a nod.

Qiao Xiaomai then turned to the two guards sitting under the willow tree, smiling, “Dear brothers, could you go to town and buy some ice blocks from Jiewei Residence, and also buy some fruits along the way?”

The two guards looked at each other, and one stood up to reply, “Sure.”

They’d also heard that Yang Ye wanted something refreshing to eat.

Qiao Xiaomai returned to the kitchen, where she had been planning on making cold skin noodles. The water from kneading the dough had settled overnight and was now ready to use.

She had Qiao Changshun come in to start the fire while she began to make the cold skin noodles.

After using all the prepared batter, she made over twenty sheets of cold skin noodles.

After soaking the noodles in Spiritual Spring water, she began to prepare the rest of the dishes.

At this point, Qiao Dami came back carrying a ceramic jar of little fish, with Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi following behind him. With the sisters’ help, they quickly finished cooking eight dishes.

The guard who’d gone to town to buy ice had also returned, so she made some fruit iced smoothies; lunch was ready now.

As she emerged from the kitchen, she was drenched in sweat; cooking around a stove in summer could be considered a form of torture.

The guard who’d fetched the ice used his light Kung Fu to go up the mountain and invite Yang Ye, while Qiao Xiaomai returned to her room, where the scene left her stunned.

Tong Sanlang had brought quite a few wooden boxes. He had placed cleaned soybeans in the boxes and accidentally knocked over the wooden bucket full of water. As water flowed all over the floor, he had brought in a bunch of soil.

Once the soil had absorbed the water, he’d swept it back out. Now, a layer of wet soil covered the room’s floor, effectively camouflaging the bricks she’d replaced, making them inconspicuous.

She breathed a genuine sigh of relief.

Upon leaving the room, she quietly shot Tong Sanlang a look of admiration, unable to suppress her laughter.

Tong Sanlang watched her, a faint smile appearing in his deep black eyes.