Chapter 604: The Qi Family (1) (Refresh this chapter on the table of contents first, then read~)
There is an oil lamp in the bamboo house, and the light is a warm orange tone.
Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er were sitting around the table, with four sets of bowls and chopsticks placed on the table.
Zhao Rong's seat is facing the door of the room. Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er are next to him, sitting on the right and left sides respectively, and the opposite seats are vacant.
Zhao Rong thought for a moment and looked back.
"Uncle Xiaobai probably won't come back for dinner." He explained, "I asked him to help me with something, so I asked him to go back to Duyou City first."
Xiao Qian'er has always liked to peek at Brother Rong'er, and it was the same at this time. After Zhao Rong made a sound, the little girl's peach blossom eyes slightly turned up. After taking a look at Brother Rong'er, she then looked at the young lady who reacted calmly as usual.
Concubine Zhao Ling was holding the bowl with an elegant posture, holding her chopsticks with her eyes downcast, and she and Qian'er were waiting for her husband to take the dishes first.
Hearing this, she turned her head slightly, looked at Xiao Qian'er, and then looked at the empty seat next to her.
Concubine Zhao Ling nodded demurely towards her husband.
Xiao Qian'er, however, had slightly pouty pink lips, and her shell-like white teeth cutely bit the thin ends of two chopsticks. She looked at the two of them and said intelligently: "Then there are two more chopsticks and bowls. It seems that there will be more tonight."
There are guests coming~"
The three of them laughed one after another.
Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head.
Having an extra pair of chopsticks when eating is not a good sign, so Xiao Qian'er's words were considered auspicious.
However, at this time, he felt that it would be best not to have any guests in the middle of the night, because...
Zhao Rong pursed his lips and turned his head to look around.
A bamboo house, a solitary lamp, a wooden table, and a hot meal.
The two beauties, whose hair is inseparable from each other, accompany each other.
The scene is ordinary, but the atmosphere is warm and friendly.
He suddenly felt that his heart was filled with something warm. The vast and helpless feeling of weightlessness that he felt when wandering outside during the day disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a...
The heavy sense of solidity shrank and replaced.
Zhao Rong didn't want to be disturbed by guests such as Dugu Chanyi who would come later, so it was good to simply eat and live like this.
"Brother Rong'er..."
Xiao Qian'er's voice came weakly, awakening Zhao Rong who was in a daze.
Turning around, I saw the little girl holding a large rice bowl that was only bigger than the others in both hands, looking at him eagerly, "Well, I'm a little hungry..."
Qing Jun also smiled lightly, picked up the bowl, pinched his chopsticks, and quietly turned his head to look at him who was not the first to take his chopsticks.
Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, "You don't have to have so many rules at home, you just eat."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, picked up the vegetables with two chopsticks, and put them into the bowls of Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er respectively. Then he took back the chopsticks and took a mouthful of hot white rice, chewing it with gusto, and actually ate it with gusto.
appearance.
The two women looked at each other slightly startled.
Xiao Qian'er pursed her lips lightly, looked down at the food in the bowl that she had been peeking at for a long time, and then looked up at the man who was picking up the food for her.
With that said, the girl who used to be called Xiaochai and now Qian'er started to move, lowered her head, and started eating rice violently, vowing to make the old Zhao family poor before she could stop.
Zhao Lingfei laughed and shook her head, but she didn't ask the little girl to observe etiquette as usual.
She opened her red little mouth lightly and chewed the vegetables he put in her mouth. She ate very carefully. She would stop from time to time and look at her husband and the personal maid with her autumn eyes. Then she gently picked up the vegetables for them and called them
Eat slowly and don't choke.
"Uh-huh, Miss Rong'er..." Xiao Qian'er, who has a small belly but a big belly, puffed up her cheeks, blinked her eyes, and said slurredly: "You guys eat quickly, or I'll eat all those plates~ Hmm
Uh-huh..."
"You, eat slowly." Zhao Lingfei was helpless.
Zhao Rong couldn't help laughing.
Zhao Lingfei silently gave him a piece of food with chopsticks.
Zhao Rong took a bite of rice and gave her a chopstick.
She looked down, bit her lip, and clamped it for him.
He calmly served her food again.
The two people's eyes met in the air.
She looked at him.
He looked at her.
Qingmei blushed slightly, moved her Qiu eyes away, and looked away shyly.
Zhu Ma still stared at her calmly.
"Puch~" It was Xiao Qian'er who was eating rice and peeked at her, snickering.
"We're already an old married couple now..." she muttered, pretending that no one heard.
Zhao Rong's eyes remained bright.
However, Zhao Lingfei's cheeks turned even redder, like peach blossoms in March on earth.
Xiao Qian'er held a big bowl in both hands and covered her face, blocking the young lady's slightly annoyed eyes.
Zhao Rong chuckled.
He held the bowl and looked at Qing Jun, who was shy and bowed his head, and at Xiao Qian'er, who was happily eating rice and winking at her. His eyes were extremely serious and focused, without any deviation, and he looked at them carefully, as if...
...We must always remember these two beloved Qingmei who are more like partners and family members at this moment than lovers.
They are family.
After living in this world for such a long time, he realized that what he really wanted was not some soft rice and family, but... family and family.
Qingjun is a family member, Qianer is a family member, and Xiaoxiao is a family member.
It was his "searching for her thousands of times". Today, Zhao Rong wandered around in despair for a whole day. At the end of the day, he suddenly looked back and realized that the "thing" he was looking for was in the dim light.
Zhao Rong's eyes were clear, and he wanted to protect this complete and warm family that belonged to him.
This is his most precious thing in this life.
At this time, at the table.
"Husband, you... you eat too." Zhao Lingfei lowered her head and whispered.
"Okay." Zhao Rong nodded, but still didn't move his chopsticks. Looking at her lightly twirling her temples with her green fingers, he suddenly said: "Qingjun, thank you for your hard work."
Zhao Lingfei held the bowl and chopsticks with her hands for a moment, and then lowered her bowed head even lower, her pretty face almost buried in the bowl.
"And Qian'er too, thank you for your hard work."
The movements of Xiao Qian'er's hands, which were happily picking up rice, suddenly stopped.
"Hmm..." The little girl's face was buried in the big bowl, and her expression could not be seen clearly. All she could see was that the roots of the little girl's ears were red.
This is Brother Rong'er's sudden love words.
In the room, the candlelight on the oil lamp beat silently, and the atmosphere was peaceful, but two hearts were beating very fast at this time, and the temperature was much warmer and hotter than this candlelight.
"From last night to now, I have been thinking a lot, and I found that the problem is with me..."
"Don't talk nonsense." The two women said almost in unison, looking up in surprise.
Zhao Lingfei had forgotten her shyness, her pretty face was flushed, her bare hand holding the chopsticks stretched forward as fast as lightning, and stuffed the thin end of the chopsticks holding vegetables into Zhao Rongwei's mouth.
blocked his subsequent words.
"Well..." Zhao Rong.
Xiao Qian'er also reacted, followed closely behind the young lady, released the chopsticks she was biting with her white teeth, picked up a piece of steamed pork in the bowl, stretched out her little hand, and stuffed it into the mouth of the stunned Zhao Rong.
"Hmm..." Zhao Rong.
Ever since, this scene appeared on the dining table under the candlelight in the house:
A lonely beauty with autumn eyes and a handsome and smart girl with peach blossom eyes both blushed and bit their lips in anger at a handsome scholar. Both women stretched their arms forward and stuffed the chopsticks in their hands into his mouth.
.
The handsome Confucian scholar held the bowl in his hands and held the chopsticks. He stopped moving, let alone talking, because his mouth was blocked by the chopsticks they had bitten.
He reacted and blinked.
"Uh huh?"
What to do?
"You're not allowed to say that." Zhao Lingfei's autumn eyes flashed and she stared at him angrily, her voice clear and serious.
"That's right, huh, brother Shou Rong'er, I can't even stop your mouth with such a delicious meal." Xiao Qian'er wrinkled her little nose, her breasts were fierce.
Zhao Rong blinked, suppressed his smile, and nodded.
"That's about it." Xiao Qian'er pretended to be fierce.
But just when she and Zhao Lingfei were about to take back their chopsticks, Zhao Rong suddenly put down the bowl and reached out to grab their silky hands.
He felt as if he were holding two pieces of warm-smelling soft jade.
Xiao Qian'er's little hands were warm and fleshy.
Qingjun's bare hands were slightly cool and smooth.
Zhao Rong grabbed one in each hand and held it tightly in his big hand with great treasure, so as not to let them slip away.
"Husband...jun..."
"Brother Wu Rong'er..."
The two girls were immediately embarrassed, and each had a different reaction. They tried to twitch their hands with a little force, but they felt more and more the warmth of the sun and the irresistible strength of his big hands, so they allowed the bamboo horse husband to hold them somewhat domineeringly.
, they all bowed their heads shyly, their starry eyes shifted.
Zhao Rong rubbed their hands lovingly, took off the fine chopsticks from the two women's hands, looked down at the jade texture on their palms, his expressions were serious and focused, as if he couldn't see enough, and then he looked at Qingjun and
Xiao Qian'er's white and tender palms breathed a gentle breath, and without waiting for their green fingers to tremble, Zhao Rong moved his face closer, letting the two women's fair and delicate hands cover both sides of his face, and one of them pressed tightly against one side.
Zhao Lingfei's long eyelashes trembled, and the tips of her bare fingers touching his face also trembled along with the apex of her heart.
The smart and playful little Qian'er was particularly quiet and well-behaved at this time, tilting her head and looking at him blankly, her little hand caressing his slightly bearded chin and the corners of his lips with great tenderness.
Zhao Rong held their gentle and slender hands, pressed his face tightly against the palms of the two women, felt their warmth, and calmly lowered his eyes, appreciating this rare tender time.
The plain hand on his left cheek was used for threading and knitting clothes, washing and cooking, dressing and folding quilts for him.
The little hand on his right cheek held the sword for him tremblingly. It was a traitor and was stained with blood.
Zhao Rong lowered his eyebrows in silence.
Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er both raised their other hands and gently covered the back of his hand holding theirs. The two women looked at his face without blinking.
At this time, the three people at the dinner table were silent.
For a moment, the atmosphere fell into a strange tranquility and warmth.
"Qingjun, Qian'er, I want to... apologize to you first..." Zhao Rong suddenly spoke.
"You are not allowed to say that." Zhao Lingfei's voice was trembling, and Xiao Qian'er nodded vigorously.
Zhao Rong shook his head, raised his eyes to look at them, and spoke softly...