Chapter 250: Cooking Porridge for My Wife

"It's cold somewhere..."

Zhu Yunying tugged at her hand, which was being held tightly by Feng Shuo, and muttered, "If you dislike it, just let go. I don't need you holding it."

"Stop it. Back in Beijing, we'll have to pretend we haven't reconciled in front of the old lady. How can we not hold hands now?"

Feng Shuo immediately turned his wrist, interlocked his fingers with hers, and held her tightly.

He could hear Zhu Yunyao secretly breathe a sigh of relief, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

She talks a lot and is very sharp, and dares to say anything.

I'm really not afraid of making him sad.

"For breakfast, I learned to cook shredded chicken and eight-treasure porridge. My aunt said it replenishes your energy, so you should drink a few bowls. Don't be so reserved."

Feng Shuo held her hand with one hand, poked her cheek with the other, and coaxed her in a low voice.

Zhu Yunying had already seen Aunt Xiao from the corner of her eye, and quickly widened her eyes and warned him: "Let go! Aunt Xiao is coming."

"What are you afraid of? She knows we're husband and wife, so why is she trying to avoid suspicion?"

Feng Shuo didn't care and greeted Aunt Xiao openly.

"Aunt, Yaoyao is awake, let's have dinner together."

"Okay. I'll go get the porridge out and call Xiao Zhou to eat with us."

The Xiao family members all have round faces. When they speak, their eyes are curved. They look very easy-going and always have a smile on their faces.

Zhu Yunying felt a little embarrassed and tried to help, but before she could say anything, Feng Shuo pulled her into the main room.

Xiao Zhou simply washed his face, with water still dripping from the ends of his eyebrows and hair, and then helped his uncle move the chopped firewood to the eaves.

The firewood was moved in and the porridge was served.

Everyone at the table was having a great time.

The shredded chicken congee is soft and delicious, and the chopped meat melts in your mouth, with a fragrant aroma.

Zhu Yunying took a sip and was amazed by it. She finished the whole bowl in no time.

Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, Aunt Xiao glanced at Feng Shuo and expressed her approval.

"Yun Wei, Captain Feng has learned several recipes. When we get back, ask him to cook them all for you. I think he's quite talented at cooking for you!"

Xiao Zhang choked when he heard this and wanted to laugh, but he caught a glimpse of his leader's sharp eyes and quickly retracted his neck and buried his head in eating.

After eating, the person disappeared!

"Xiao Zhang, you should eat a few more bowls! You've been on guard all night!"

Aunt Xiao chased after him and shouted.

Xiao Zhang waved his hand and didn't respond.

The uncle stroked his nonexistent beard, lost in thought: "A whole night... The young man will also drink deer blood."

"What deer blood? What deer blood? What are you going to use up in Huo's house? Eat yours now."

Aunt Xiao scooped a spoonful of sauerkraut into her eldest brother's bowl in a bad mood.

The uncle was unhappy and pointed at Feng Shuo, grumbling, "He drank deer blood, he's so violent!"

“…Cough cough cough!”

Feng Shuo didn't want to pay any attention to this old naughty boy and didn't say a word. But when he heard this, the chicken porridge almost went into his lungs and he coughed until his face turned red.

The uncle laughed: "You are shy! Your wife is not shy yet! My exclusive secret recipe is not to be passed on to others..."

"Alright, alright! Do you still want to eat? If not, go chop some wood! You old frivolous fellow."

Aunt Xiao urged her uncle and picked him up and threw him out of the house.

After breakfast, Aunt Xiao took the initiative to mention the matter of the clarification letter.

"Captain Feng told me about your mother yesterday. The person who reported her was really too much! When we went to Haicheng to reward her, your mother's health was not very good. So, I specially brought some medicine. Some are herbs I picked in the mountains, dried and ground myself, and others are leftovers from my family, not particularly rare items."

As she spoke, Aunt Xiao took out an envelope from her pocket and handed it to Zhu Yunying.

When Zhu Yunying opened it, she saw that it was a letter of clarification with the content already written and the signature on it.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on it, her eyes became warm.

"Thank you, Aunt."

She pursed her lips, refolded the letter and put it back into the envelope.

He stood up and hugged Aunt Xiao.

Aunt Xiao patted her back and comforted her, "It's easy to be sentimental when you're pregnant. Don't let your eyes get damaged by crying."

“…I didn’t cry.”

Zhu Yunwei muttered and sniffed.

Aunt Xiao followed her words and responded, "Well, I didn't cry."

"I'll take your pulse later to see if last night's medicinal bath was effective."

As Aunt Xiao said this, she took Zhu Yunyao to the yard to rest.

The autumn weather is crisp and the sky is clear and cloudless.

Zhu Yunhuai's fair white wrist was placed on the old wooden stool. Aunt Xiao's fingertips fell on it, and when she felt a steady pulse, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"It's quite effective. So, I'll prescribe you a week's supply of medicine. You can stay here and recover before leaving."

Aunt Xiao said she wanted to treat Zhu Yunyao, but her eyes passed her and fell on Feng Shuo.

"A week? Wouldn't that bother you too much?"

Zhu Yunying felt a little sorry, so she turned around and pulled Feng Shuo's clothes, asking him to say a few words.

Feng Shuo lowered his eyes, his gaze was dim and unclear, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"Aunt, otherwise we need to take the prescription back with us. It's the same as taking a medicinal bath in Jing City."

Aunt Xiao curled her lips in dissatisfaction: "How can they be the same? The water in the forest farm is also medicinal. How can the tap water in Beijing compare? And the firewood used to boil water in the forest farm was carefully selected by me. It has medicinal properties! I just thought that you love your wife, but you don't care about her at all?"

“…”

Feng Shuo held his forehead, looked at Aunt Xiao steadily, and frowned slightly.

Aunt Xiao pretended not to see anything and even smiled at Zhu Yunyao.

"You haven't met my niece's wife yet. She's very skilled and has learned the art of acupuncture. Although not as good as my eldest brother when he was sober, she's still quite skilled. When the time comes, let her treat you before you return to the capital."

So that's how it is.

Zhu Yunying understood Aunt Xiao's good intentions and nodded obediently.

"Alright, alright! Staying at home with nothing to do is boring. Go take a walk in the woods. The air here is fresh and good for your health. Get some sun!"

As she spoke, Aunt Xiao pushed the two of them out of the courtyard.

Zhu Yunying was so enthusiastic that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Feng Shuo, why don't we go to the nearby supply and marketing cooperative and buy some more things for my aunt and uncle. Staying here for a week would be too much of a bother for them."

Zhu Yunying looked around and didn't see any other family except the Xiao family.

Feng Shuo raised his hand and pointed south. "The town is far away. There's a village to the south. I'll have Xiao Zhang go check it out later. You don't have to go. The journey is too tiring."

In the morning light, Feng Shuo's profile was resolute and stylish, and his voice was indescribably steady.

Zhu Yunying felt much more at ease. She counted on his fingers and asked casually, "Were you the one who carried me out of the bathtub last night? If you did, why did you go to sleep in another room?"

"..." Feng Shuo's face darkened when he heard this, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes, but it quickly dissipated.

He took Zhu Yunyao's hand and kissed her gently: "You are recuperating, I can't disturb you."

"oh……"

Zhu Yunying felt that this reply was a bit disappointing, but she couldn't find anything wrong with it. She lowered her head and kicked the pine cone at her feet in frustration.

Feng Shuo, whose hand was released by her, glanced back in the direction of the Xiao family courtyard and silently clenched his fists.