C42

"Xiaowan." Yue Huaiyin said gracefully as she propped herself up, looking as intimate as ever, "You're back, is it snowing outside?"

Xiaowan shook her head: "It's not snowing, but it's very cold. The wind is strong. Miss Yue... What's the matter with you? "

She slowly walked closer, seeing that her husband had removed his hand from Yue Huaiyin's bare ankle, reaching into the melted snow on the water basin to grab a cold towel, before he was about to put it on again, Xiaowan subconsciously said: "Husband, let me do it."

She stuffed the knee guards into Ling Chaofeng's arms and practically took off the towel, gently covering Miss Yue's ankles and asked with concern: "Miss Yue, how did you fall down like this?"

"It was the box." Yue Huaiyin explained the entire situation unhurriedly, and said, "I've caused you and Manager Ling trouble."

Xiaowan laughed: It's no trouble, your injury is more important, and we don't have a doctor here either. We should take advantage of the light of day to return to the town quickly, if not it'll be difficult to walk when it's dark. She turned around and said to Ling Chaofeng, "Husband, tell Ershan not to keep the carriage and directly send Miss Yue back."

Ling Chaofeng replied: "The staff from Miss Yue has gone to fetch the person. They will be back soon."

Xiaowan nodded, "That's good."

After that, he meticulously took care of Yue Huaiyin and asked her if she was hungry, thirsty, or thirsty. When Aunt Zhang went to take a look, she also said that her injuries were not light, and that she would not be able to recover even during the new year.

During this time, when Ling Chaofeng was not in front of him, when Xiaowan went downstairs to get food for Miss Yue, he saw the set of knee guards that she had bought were casually placed on the account book.

Yue Huaiyin did not even have time to eat before the people from her shop arrived. They were followed by Little Cui and a middle-aged woman.

Ling Chaofeng did not intervene, they were all surrounded by women, then the Xiaowan waved her hand and sent them off.

Outside, the wind was blowing strongly. Aunt Zhang rubbed her hands and said: "Evening, are you hungry? Let's make some broth to eat. It's hot."

The Xiaowan shook her head instead, "I'm not hungry. Aunty, you guys eat. I'm going to rest for a while."

She returned to the shop and headed straight up the stairs. Aunt Zhang followed her in and said to herself: "Could it be because Susu was unhappy?"

When Ling Chaofeng heard his, he asked her what was going on, and Aunt Zhang said that the roasted chicken that Susu had bought was taken away smoothly from her stall.

Then, she returned to the kitchen and told her husband that Xiaowan didn't have any appetite. She should cook something sour and spicy for him to eat, but Uncle Biao asked him, "Why are you still eating sour and sour?"

Aunt Zhang was startled for a moment. Suddenly, she shuddered and said softly: "Could it be that young lady is jealous?"

Uncle Biao said that just now when Xiaowan came to get the food, she did not look too happy. She even stuffed the kneecaps that she bought for the shopkeeper into her pocket and muttered something about how it was nothing special. He smiled at his own wife: "Why are you not as smart as me?

Aunt Zhang punched him, "Didn't I follow you for twenty years? Don't worry about me."

It was fine if it was an accident when Yue Huaiyin was mentioned, but if she had any intentions towards the inn, or the shopkeeper's thoughts, she would have two whenever she had one.

"What else have I not seen?" Aunt Zhang said in disdain, "Although I was the one who lost, but it was precisely because I lost that I knew this was a road of no return. If my son doesn't have any future, the shopkeeper can't be confused, the Miss Yue won't have any results, why would she degrade herself? "

Uncle Biao said: "I hope we overthought it."

Aunt Zhang was curious: "Speaking of which, where did this Miss Yue come from? A girl opening a shop and doing business at such a young age, if she doesn't have background, she must have some special ability, what do you think?"

Uncle Biao smashed the dough onto the chopping board and said: "I think our Xiaowan is not some useless girl. Don't worry, who cares what background she has, no matter how big she is, how could she be stronger than those two?"

The Aunt Zhang understood and laughed, "What do you want to make?"

Uncle Biao said, "I love eating wontons. I'll roll out some wontons skin."

At this time, Xiaowan was roasting a fire in her house, holding the knee guards she bought for her husband, she was originally rushing back to present her treasures to him.

She didn't know why she didn't want to see Ling Chaofeng and Miss Yue alone in the room.

Especially since Miss Yue was still lying on the bed, her ankle was exposed.

Xiaowan fiddled with the charcoal in the furnace, her heart lit up when she saw the ring on her right hand. She quickly put down what she was doing, opened the window and stood by the window.

He had originally wanted to make a wish, hoping that Yue Huaiyin would recover early in the morning and cause more trouble later on. However, after thinking for a bit, if she recovered, he would immediately run over and thank her. Anyway, Xiaowan was not too happy to see her now.

The Xiaowan took a deep breath and coughed. Ling Chaofeng hurriedly closed the door and closed the window again, he frowned: "It's so cold, why are you standing outside?"

Xiaowan stopped coughing and turned around to ignore him.

"So it was you who brought up the knee guard. I even said that I couldn't find it." Ling Chaofeng said as he reached for it. Xiaowan quickly took it and held it in her arms.

No matter how she looked at the situation, it seemed like she was in an awkward situation. When she ran into the guest room happily, her expression immediately froze when she saw Yue Huaiyin.

Ling Chaofeng knew then that his wife was jealous.

He had a sense of propriety and didn't want to come into contact with Yue Huaiyin in the first place, but her injuries were serious, and if he didn't deal with her promptly, she would cause future troubles.

"Not for me?" Ling Chaofeng asked.

"Ugh …" The Xiaowan muttered, she did not know how to answer to make herself seem more powerful, but she was not a spicy person, even when she was acting coquettishly, her temper would still be soft. In the blink of an eye, they had already been married for four or five months. The couple was so intimate that not even a needle could be inserted in it.

So she couldn't throw a tantrum for no reason. It didn't make any sense, but she wasn't happy. What should she do?

"Jealous?" But it was Ling Chaofeng who spoke first, held up her flushed face and pinched it lightly: "I'm just treating someone else's injuries, are you jealous now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Xiaowan turned her face away, her mouth pouting.

"You don't like what I'm doing, so I'm not going to do it anymore. Even if I have to save the dying and help the wounded, I have to have other people by my side." Ling Chaofeng said in a serious tone, "I am someone with a family, I should have known what to do.

Xiaowan looked at him weakly and muttered in a low voice: "I'm not that jealous, so I'm not that stingy.

Ling Chaofeng did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm not jealous, but are you jealous?"

"Nope." Xiaowan stomped her feet lightly, but was carried away by her husband into his embrace. She said softly, "I know, women cannot easily get jealous and throw a tantrum, those women in our village who cry and hang themselves when they have nothing better to do are all tried to persuade her on the surface to say that she was wronged, but everyone said that if it was just making a ruckus like this, it would be undesirable for any man to like her."

Ling Chaofeng hugged her as his chin brushed against her hair, saying: "What they said doesn't make sense, why must women live for the sake of making men like them? I just want you to be happy and live for your own good, then throw a tantrum whenever you want to, everything is wrong, it's all my fault."

"Even so, we can't push ourselves too far." The Xiaowan said, "Hubby loves me, so I want to be sensible too. You helped the Miss Yue out of good intentions, I know that. If it was me, I would also help, but Miss Yue is too beautiful. She's so beautiful, like a fairy. When you were alone with her and she was barefoot, I felt petty. "

"Those people who are discussing are not decent. Don't listen to these kinds of words." Ling Chaofeng said.

"I know that." The Xiaowan stood up straight and said angrily, "Today, we were kind enough to go and give out rewards, but Susu's roasted chicken was stolen. It's fine if it's a thief, but if it's someone who's given out rewards, then he's too unscrupulous and ungrateful.

Ling Chaofeng laughed: "This is a profound principle, in this world, good and evil are not divided, the poor are not necessarily weak, the rich are not necessarily strong, and the righteous and the kind are so simple, doesn't that mean that the world is clear and there isn't even a need for the yamen."

The Xiaowan listened attentively, her dry words seemed hard to digest, but she tried to think about it. She more or less understood her husband's meaning, just like their Ling Xiao Inn.

"You must take care of your manners next time. Can you not be angry?" Ling Chaofeng pressed his hand against her forehead, "The knee guard that you bought for me, you aren't willing to let me try?"

After being coaxed like that, the Xiaowan didn't have anything to be unhappy about. She happily pulled Master to sit down, lifted his robes, and carefully tied the knee guard to his knees, touching and touching it and saying, "This time, you won't be cold when you ride. If your knees get cold, you'll definitely have to wait for a long time."

The Xiaowan was very happy, she said that her needlework was not meticulous enough, so she did not dare to do it herself. She was afraid that if she were to run back, she might fall from her knees as she was on the way, waiting for the Aunt Zhang to learn more needlework, she would personally do it for her husband.

At this time, Aunt Zhang shouted from downstairs: "Eat wontons tonight?"

Xiaowan was serving porridge in the town. After being tired for an entire day, she was hungry. Now that she was in a good mood, his appetite was at its peak, and when she heard the wontons, her eyes lit up. She pulled Ling Chaofeng downstairs.

Seeing the young lady happily eating her wontons while the shopkeeper silently looked at her with a smile, the Aunt Zhang and the shopkeeper looked at each other, knowing that they had explained everything clearly.

As the Xiaowan contentedly ate the prawn wontons, she suddenly thought of Yue Huaiyin. Since she had thought about it, and wished that her injury would recover soon, she decided to give her this wish of his. She secretly clenched her right hand and recited her wish in her heart.

On the Baisha Town, even though she had invited a doctor to treat Miss's injuries, Yue Huaiyin was too lazy to entertain him and dismissed the servants, thinking of resting alone in her room.

She lifted up her skirt and legs, and saw her ankle, which was swollen like a steamed bun, and the pain was heart-wrenching pain. However, the coldness that Ling Chaofeng felt when he was under her cold compress, and the heart that was inches away from his own, were currently occupied even more tightly in her heart.

Yue Huaiyin caressed her ankle and laughed coldly: "What's wrong with me, I am a married man, could it be that I can't skin it, and am destined to die …"

She clenched her fists, her long eyebrows knitting together, trying to calm herself.

Uncle Biao cooked the porridge very carefully. Peanut, jujube, laurel, walnut, red bean, black rice, rice, glutinous rice, all eight pieces melted into the glistening yellow sugar. Xiao Huo cooked until the middle of the night, Xiaowan could smell the fragrant scent in her dreams.

The whole family sat around eating porridge for breakfast. When it came to the examination in the Li Province in February, Ershan had to go and take a look, if he managed to pass the Elementary Scholar examination, he would go to the capital for the examination in August and become a High Scholar. If he succeeded, he would take the examination in March next year.

The Elementary Scholar from Xiaowan village had never passed the examinations in her entire life. Now that she was in her fifties, she was only an Elementary Scholar. Even Elementary Scholars were stronger than ordinary people. Even if they taught the children in the village to read and write, or wrote a letter to someone, they would still be able to eat.

But Ershan's ambition was huge, he wanted to become an official.

Just as they were laughing, someone came in front of the inn. A woman's voice asked: "Xiaowan, are you there?"

The child's voice called out, "Big sister, let's bring you some rice porridge."

Xiaowan's face changed and she immediately became unhappy.