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At this moment, the two of them were extremely far away from each other. His warm breath sprayed all over her tender skin.

Song Xiangsi could even clearly feel the beating heart in the man's chest.

Such an ambiguous position caused the two children to be embarrassed to the point that their eyes turned red. They hurriedly covered their eyes with their hands and didn't dare to look up.

Song Xiangsi could not help but swallow her saliva. Her old face flushed as she hurriedly pushed him away. She wiped her hands helplessly and muttered with her head lowered, "If you don't want to teach me, then don't. Say what you want."

After saying that, he ran out the door in a flurry towards the kitchen. After a while, he shouted towards the door, "The food is ready!"

She had forgotten why she had come here after the ruckus caused by Meng Yuan Xuan.

Meng Ling Xuan raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to look at his hands. He recalled the gentle touch of his palms just now and could not help but chuckle. Lifting his feet, he followed the two little fellows into the kitchen.

As Song Xiangsi had said, she had prepared a large table full of delicacies to celebrate their good days today.

There was Red Braised Meat, Roasted Duck in Sauce, and Red Braised Lion's Head … These were all things she had learned from the hotel master when she was in the modern world. Even though they were dishes from the ancient times, they had a different flavor to them. The two children's mouths were dripping with oil.

Seeing the look in Song Xiangsi's eyes, he also went a little deeper. He had to admit, the food that this girl cooked was always refreshing for him. It was more delicious than anything he had ever eaten before, better than the imperial chefs.

Song Xiangsi was also enjoying her meal. She could have anything, only this dish. She absolutely could not have anything. She had been here for so long and had only eaten coarse food and light food, but she had died from grievance.

After a meal, the laughter and cheers never stopped. After the four finished eating, they strolled around for a bit before returning to their rooms to sleep.

Every morning, Meng Liangxuan would carry the two kids to the yard to practice martial arts. With the help of Song Xiangsi's delicious food, the two little guys' bodies had become a lot stronger.

Their house was being built day by day, and soon the model was ready. On the day of repair, the town's furniture store also brought the furniture that she had customized.

Song Xiangsi counted and took out the spring mattress and sofa that she had custom-made. It was different from what she had imagined, everything else was good.

She sighed, thinking that the ancient alchemy technology was not developed enough, it would be difficult for her to make the spring, so she happily paid the bill, arranged for the workers to help, and put the furniture in the new house.

After the decorations, the new house looked like a brand-new one. There were three in and three out of the yard, and each room had a window. There was a tatami beside the bed, and a light blue curtain.

All the workers who came to help looked on with interest. They all said that they had never seen such a beautiful house before. Even the big families in the county had never decorated it like this before.

Song Xiangsi smiled happily and tipped them another five hundred coins as a reward for their meal.

These workers were all invited by the furniture shop by the young acolyte to lead the way. At this time, the young acolyte took the reward and, hesitating, went up and told his boss about the instructions.

"Girl, our boss said that he really likes this design of yours. Can you make more for yourself and sell it?"

Song Xiangsi raised her brows. After some thought, she spoke up seriously, "I've thought of all these designs myself. If your shopkeeper wishes to sell them by himself, he'll have to pay me silver."

The young disciple was surprised. Looking at the look in Song Xiangsi's eyes, it was filled with contempt and astonishment. He felt that this girl must have gone crazy from thinking about money.

He had heard of people selling things, but he had never heard of anyone selling things with just these few blueprints.

Honestly speaking, the reason why their boss came over to ask was to respect this lady. Even if their store forcibly sold their goods, this village woman wouldn't be able to do anything to them.

Song Xiangsi knew what he was thinking when she saw his expression. She glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile and said coldly, "I have many designs for different kinds of furniture. If your boss is short-sighted and thinks that he can only earn a little bit of money, then it's up to you guys."

Thinking that there was no patent protection in the ancient times, Song Xiangsi felt her heart clench. She had no way to stop him since he really wanted to do the exact same thing.

The servant rolled his eyes and thought for a moment before respectfully cupping his hands at Song Xiangsi. He said, "How about this? I'll ask my boss when I get back and see what he has to say before I give her an answer."

Song Xiangsi waved her hand but did not mind. She simply replied, "Sure, go and ask. I'll be home tomorrow. If you want to buy it, just let me know."

After sending off the workers, Song Xiangsi did not take the matter of the apprentice to heart. She happily brought her younger brothers and sisters into her new home.

With this new room, there was no need for Meng Ling Xuan to squeeze into another room. Three rooms, one for Song Xiang, one for the siblings, one for Meng Ling Xuan.

Thinking of this, Meng Fangxuan felt somewhat stifled. He felt infuriated when he thought of how he could no longer share a room with this little girl, but he was also surprised by the furniture in his heart.

He had never seen any of these things in the palace, but they were beautiful and practical, especially the mattress, which was so soft that it was almost more comfortable than the mattress he had slept on at home.

After thinking for a while, Meng Ling Xuan still went to Song Xiangsi's room and took a look. It was the same style as his room, but with an additional dressing table. Song Xiangsi had designed the mirror herself, and it seemed much clearer than ordinary bronze mirrors.

However, there was nothing on the beautiful dressing table. Meng Ling Xuan recalled that Song Xiangsi usually did not wear any kind of hairpin, but she probably did not have any of those things.

Her skin was white and rosy, smooth and smooth as an egg. She definitely wouldn't need any cosmetic powder.

He shifted his gaze to the woman sleeping soundly on the bed. Perhaps because she had been busy the whole day, she was really tired. She slept soundly and didn't even wake up when he came in.

He walked over and gently sat down on the edge of the bed. He turned his head to look at her and saw her cheeks, red dress, and dark red moist lips pouting slightly. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her long eyelashes were like a feather fan, gently spreading out and casting a shadow on her small face.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew in, causing Meng Ling Xuan's heart to feel a gentle warmth.