When Jia Lian returned to Rongguo Mansion, it was still early.
He happened to hear that the housekeeper Lin Zhixiao had returned from Xiaoci County, so Jia Lian summoned him to see him.
Knowing that Lin Zhixiao was ordered to come back to fetch some things for Jia Mu, Jia Lian asked Jia Mu and other elders about their situation in Xiaoci County, and finally asked about Sister Feng.
Lin Zhixiao also said everything was fine and presented him with a letter from Sister Feng.
The content of the letter was very monotonous. It was basically Sister Feng's description of what she had seen, experienced, and all the major and minor things that had happened during the more than half a month since she left Beijing. It was like a running account.
The font was also crooked, and there were traces of smearing and modification in many places, so Jia Lian knew at a glance that it was Sister Feng's personal letter.
Presumably Sister Feng, who rarely writes, must have spent a lot of effort writing this letter to him.
After reading the letter with a smile, Jia Lian folded the letter and put it in his arms, then left Rongxi Hall and returned home.
The home was quite quiet, with only two little maids teaching Qiaoer to play shuttlecock in the courtyard. So Jia Lian changed into regular clothes under the service of the maids, and then carried her daughter Qiaoer to the Grand View Garden.
Cuicui Temple is still the pavilion under the rose trellis.
Miaoyu looked at the cute and fragrant Qiaoer sitting quietly in Jia Lian, with a strange light in her eyes.
"hug?"
Miaoyu hesitated slightly, but after all she couldn't resist the temptation of the three-year-old sweet and waxy girl, so she nodded.
Seeing Jia Lian smile and then stand up and hand the child to her, Miaoyu, who had always been lonely and cold, felt a little nervous and uneasy for no reason.
She hurriedly stood up and took Qiao'er, who seemed reluctant with her wrinkled forehead, and followed the way the women held their children she had seen in her memory, protecting Qiao'er's whole body in her arms, and lowered her head to reveal a smile to him.
A smile that is overly friendly and even slightly flattering.
Her flattery seemed to have some effect. The little girl in her arms obviously had no objection to her. He even curiously stretched out his little hands as white as lotus roots to touch her face, and suddenly said in a clear childish voice: "Daddy, look here."
,This aunt’s face is so beautiful..."
"..."
Miaoyu suddenly felt embarrassed. Unexpectedly, Jia Lian in front of her actually smiled and said: "Qiaoer has good eyesight, and she is worthy of being my father's daughter."
Miaoyu glared at Jia Lian fiercely. She was very thin-skinned and not good at getting along with others. She almost wanted to push back the little guy in her arms. After all, she faced the little girl's exquisite and cute face.
With a small face, I still can’t bear to part with it.
I also wanted to say something to respond or tease this little brat, but even after I opened my mouth, not a single word came out.
She was so ignorant of the world that she couldn't express her emotions properly even when she was coaxing a child.
Although Miaoyu said nothing, Jia Lian could tell from her expression that she liked Qiao Yatou very much.
Also, for a girl who grew up in a nunnery and lacked love and being loved, facing a little girl like Qiao Jieer, the turbulent maternal love in her heart was naturally unstoppably seduced.
So he asked with a smile: "Do you like children?"
Miaoyu looked for a moment, then said: "Who wouldn't like a cute little guy like her..."
"If you like it, give me a baby. I believe that with your appearance and talents, the girl you give birth to will definitely be so cute and loved by everyone."
Miaoyu's pretty face suddenly turned red, and her eyes quickly glanced around. Even though she knew no one was around and Jia Lian spoke like this, she was still too embarrassed to face it, and shouted anxiously: "Who wants to give it to you? Give it to me."
You...poof, you're a scumbag."
The beauty was anxious, but the little girl in her arms had already made a plan: "Auntie, how about you give birth to a girl for daddy first, and then give birth to a sister for Qiaoer? Qiaoer has no sister, and Qiaoer also wants a cute one.
My sister plays with Qiaoer."
The innocent words of the ignorant child made Miaoyu neither ashamed nor angry, so she could only blush and say nothing.
Jia Lian was smiling from ear to ear. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch the little girl's cheek. He felt that his and Sister Feng's daughter was really full of spiritual energy, and he also felt that it was right to bring her out today.
Apart from anything else, the power of such a cute baby is evident to an aunt like Miaoyu who has accumulated "love" for eighteen years and has nowhere to express it.
This has been verified by Daiyu, who also kept away from strangers. Now it seems that the same is true for Miaoyu, and the effect is even better.
So Jia Lian changed to a stone bench, sat next to Miaoyu, took the big girl holding the little girl into his arms, and gently stroked her smooth shoulders and arms.
Miaoyu resisted at first because she was afraid of being seen being close to Jia Lian.
But as she revisited Jia Lian's generous and warm chest, looked at the cute little girl in her arms, and felt her restlessness and shyness, Miaoyu was in a daze.
Once upon a time, she seemed to have imagined such a beautiful and happy scene. Now, it seemed to be right in front of her.
Miaoyu stopped moving and nestled quietly in Jia Lian's arms.
After a long time, she said without raising her head: "I heard that today is the birthday of a girl in your house. I heard a lot of commotion at the Qinfang Gate at the foot of the mountain early in the morning. When you come in, you must also go there.
It’s over there.”
Jia Lian nodded, "Today is my third sister's birthday, and it's the season when peach blossoms are blooming, so I asked someone to put some cooking utensils there to prepare for a "picnic."
Anyway, you have nothing to do if you stay here, why not come with me later to have some fun."
Miaoyu was silent, shook her head for a while, stood up and said: "That's all, they didn't invite me, what did my Baba do in the past?"
"Didn't I invite you? Why, it doesn't count even if I invite you? Then you tell me who you want to invite you before you are willing to go. I will definitely ask her to come to invite you in person."
As if she heard Jia Lian's tone that she disliked her pretentiousness, Miaoyu lowered her eyebrows, and finally returned the child to Jia Lian and said: "It's getting late, you go over. If you don't go, they should send someone to look for her again."
is you."
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Miaoyu shook her head.
It's not really because she didn't invite her in advance, nor does she know that most of the sisters in the Grand View Garden find her aloof and difficult to get along with, so they are not very willing to invite her.
The real reason is that she is similar to Daiyu, and she doesn't like to be mixed with people who are unfamiliar to her, or who can't catch her eye.
When the sisters in the Grand View Garden met for the first time, she didn't like them even in the third year of spring. Only the appearance of Baochai and Daiyu made her eyes shine and made her want to make friends with them.
Unfortunately, it was later discovered that Baochai had a cold nature and didn't seem to care much about her being a lonely guest in the nunnery, so they had little contact with each other.
On the other hand, Daiyu, perhaps because of Jia Lian, or perhaps because she had an old acquaintance at Panxiang Temple in Suzhou, had frequent contacts with Daiyu during this year and formed more friendships than others.
As for Xing Xiuyan, who was a new guest in Jia's house, although she had a "half-teacher friendship" with her, it was just that she thought Xing Xiuyan was somewhat intelligent at first, so she taught some "poems and calligraphy" in her spare time, but she just did it casually.
Therefore, if it was a small private gathering for Daiyu and Xiuyan, she would be happy to participate. But she would not bother to participate in such a lively occasion to celebrate the birthday of a young lady from the Jia family.
Secondly, she didn't want to get too close to Jia Lian in front of others, just to arouse people's reverie.
Afraid that Jia Lian would force her, she was about to find something to say, but suddenly she remembered something. She snorted coldly, looked at Qiao'er who had returned to Jia Lian's arms and said, "Today you brought her to me, and then in front of her
If you said those things in front of her, aren't you afraid that she will talk about them in front of her mother later, causing Mrs. Hou to speculate and embarrass Mr. Hou?"
"Embarrassing?"
Jia Lian's eyes narrowed, and then he thought that Miaoyu was talking about "giving birth to a child" and couldn't help but laugh.
"What am I embarrassed about? I have already said that as long as you return to secular life, I will marry you immediately.
Since I dare to say this, am I afraid that her mother will know about it? You said this suddenly, but you have figured it out and want to marry me?"
Facing Jia Lian, who was serious and took things for granted, Miaoyu suddenly didn't know how to reply.
It was this man who coaxed her body and mind away. However, he had no intention of evading responsibility at all. From the beginning to the end, he had the attitude of "taking her as a concubine". From the first meeting to the present, he had no intention at all.
Changed.
He didn't seem to care at all. With his status, marrying him would have a bad impact on his reputation.
Jia Lian's magnanimity made it impossible for her to find sufficient reasons even if she wanted to be resentful or resentful.
After all, I felt that my face was getting very hot, so I said, "Bah, who wants to marry you? It's just that you're being sentimental..."
After saying that, he quickly ran away to the boudoir without looking back. He could only hear the proud laughter of a certain man chasing behind him.
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Jia Lian held Qiao'er and walked down the Cuishan Mountain with a smile. The girl behind him was afraid that he would be tired, so she suggested that she should hold him.
Unexpectedly, Jia Lian turned back to look at her and suddenly said: "Are you a real Xiangling or a fake Xiangling?"
Xiangling's face was a little red, and she said softly: "Back to the second master, I, I am the real Xiangling..."
"Oh? She deceived you and got you back so easily?"
Xiangling could naturally understand Jia Lian's teasing, and explained honestly: "Grandma Xiaorong came back in the morning and asked me to come back here. Because the three girls invited me to join the poetry club before, so...
So I made an agreement with Grandma Xiaorong yesterday that she must let me come back today, otherwise..."
Otherwise, she will never be allowed to take over someone else’s identity again!
Jia Lian smiled, knowing that Xiang Ling valued and expected to join the Haitang Club and play with the girls.
Going north along the mountain path of the East Road, you will soon hear the sound of rushing water coming from under the Qinfang Gate. This is a unique note at the turn of spring and summer.
"Second Master!"
Someone saw Jia Lian and the three of them on the opposite hillside in the distance, but Qingwen was the one who acted most quickly and actively.
Qingwen ran up to Jia Lian, called out shyly and flatteringly, and took the initiative to take Qiaoer from Jia Lian's arms.
"No wonder there's no one in the courtyard. It turns out you came here."
"Oh, I don't know when the second master will come back, so I came here to have a look. Besides, the second master didn't ask people to wait in the house. If the second master had given orders, they would definitely not run around...
"
Jia Lian glanced sideways at Qingwen, then crossed the Qinfang Gate Bridge and walked toward the singing of warblers and swallows in the peach blossom forest.
"Second brother."
"Second brother Lian, you are here."
Facing the happy eyes of the sisters, Jia Lian saluted with a smile: "Brother, I'm late, I hope you can forgive me."
Jia Lian's pretense of elegance immediately aroused laughter.
Led by Xiangyun and Baoqin, many sisters gathered around Jia Lian, chattering and showing off to Jia Lian the many "delicious foods" they had made all morning.
Suddenly he saw Tanchun, who was always lively and generous, but today he only stood behind the sisters and did not take the initiative to talk to her. Xiangyun smiled and said: "Today is sister Tanchun's birthday. Sister Ping'er just said that Brother Lian would give me
She has prepared a birthday gift.
What is it? At this time, second brother Lian should take it out for everyone to see."
When Jia Lian heard this, he looked at Tan Chun, seeing that she was wearing bright makeup and beautiful clothes today, and she was even more energetic. Especially when his gaze was swept away, her somewhat shy lowered her head, and her delicate flowers were reflected in the water, which was unbearable.
If there are ripples in your heart, you will be very fond of it.
So he sat down at the long desk next to him and said to Ping'er, "Have you prepared all the things I asked you to prepare?"
Ping'er smiled and said, "Everything is ready. The dough was made last night, and the other ingredients are all ready."
While talking, he ordered the maids who had been waiting for a long time to bring up many things.
"What are these?" All the sisters stepped forward curiously to observe.
There are all kinds of things, including a large sea bowl dug with wooden stakes, a large ball of dough on a tray, and many condiments, such as venison, green onion, ginger, star anise, pepper, bay leaves, etc.
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Seeing that everyone was confused, Ping'er took the initiative to explain: "The second master said that he didn't prepare any good gifts for the third girl's birthday, so why not let him, the elder brother, personally make a bowl of 'longevity noodles' for the third girl?
It just fits the name of today’s picnic.
So we were told early in the morning to prepare these things."
When everyone heard this, they all had strange expressions on their faces.
In this era when it is considered heretical for men to enter the kitchen, cooking seems to have long been the exclusive domain of women. This can be seen from the fact that in the large and small kitchens of the Jia family, the cooks are basically the ones in charge.
Who among the serious men knows how to cook? Let alone someone with the status of Jia Lian.
However, given that Jia Lian often behaved in a unique way, many sisters did not find it difficult to accept this.
Even many people were immediately intrigued and wanted to see what the longevity noodles made by Jia Lian were like.
Some people looked at Tanchun with envy. After all, it was a rare thing for Jia Lian to make a bowl of longevity noodles himself.
Jia Lian's move was not only to give Tanchun an unforgettable and unique birthday gift, but also to reduce the distance between himself, the Marquis, and the sisters.
Although he doesn't want to be Jia Baoyu, he doesn't want to be Jia Zheng either. It would be a pity if there are so many beautiful and talented girls in his family who dare not get close to him.
Therefore, I thought of such an interactive game with them.
So he ordered Qingwen and Xiangling and asked them to help him. The first task was to let them wash their hands and make him noodles.
Not to mention, the two extremely pretty girls were holding the dough and handing over the ramen noodles back and forth on the grass. Not to mention whether they were doing well or not, this vivid scene alone was fresh and eye-opening to the onlookers.
After Jia Lian gave some guidance, he also began to prepare the stir-fry ingredients.
Although he has basically never cooked since he came to this world. But again, it doesn't matter whether he cooks well or not. At least, it is enough that he can cook it in a distinctive way that Tanchun, a little girl, can remember.