The next day, Yu Jiao opened her eyes and felt the arms shackled around her waist and the warm skin pressing against her face. She realized that she was not dreaming last night and Yu Qizhe had really returned from the Dali Temple.

Yu Jiao lay in his arms and raised her head slightly. Seeing that Yu Qizhe's eyes were closed and he had not woken up yet, she did not dare to make any move and just looked at Yu Qizhe quietly.

Noticing that his brows were slightly furrowed even in his sleep, and there was a faint blue color under his eyes, which must be because he didn't sleep well these days. Yu Jiao raised her hand very lightly and touched his brows lightly, trying to smooth out the wrinkles there.

It seems that it is not so easy for the so-called close ministers of the emperor to rise to the top, and the official business of the Dali Temple is not so easy to handle.

Yu Jiao felt a little distressed. She got out of bed quietly without calling Jianjia to come in and serve her. After a quick wash and change of clothes in the bathroom, she saw that Yu Qizhe was still sleeping soundly. She lowered the bed curtain to block out the daylight, burned some calming incense in the incense burner, and then pushed the door open and went out.

"Is the son-in-law still asleep?" Jianjia was attentive. Seeing that Yu Jiao was dressed neatly, she asked in a low voice, "Is the girl having breakfast in the flower hall?"

Yu Jiao shook her head. She had no appetite. She said to Jian Jia, "Let's go to the market. I'll cook for lunch."

There is a market after crossing Wanfu Bridge, where meat, fish and various vegetables are sold. It is bustling with noise and has a lively atmosphere.

The leaves of vegetables just picked in the morning are still covered with dew, fresh and green.

When Yu Jiao saw the shepherd's purse, her eyes lit up. She hadn't eaten dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse for a long time. Seeing the shepherd's purse now, she felt a little greedy.

After filling up the basket in one go, Yu Jiao smiled and said to Jian Jia, "We'll have dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse tonight."

"Shepherd's purse dumplings? I have never eaten them before." Jianjia and Bailu had never spent much time in the countryside, so they thought shepherd's purse was a wild vegetable.

The vendor selling shepherd's purse smiled and said, "Madam is a good eater. Shepherd's purse dumplings are delicious and tasty!"

Yu Jiao smiled, paid the money, and walked around the entire market, buying a lot of things. Crabs were plump at this time of year, so Yu Jiao asked someone to send a basket to her house, and the three of them returned home with a full load.

Song Nian and Wei San came over and took all the things from them. Song Nian smiled and said, "Madam, the basket of Qiushui Lake hairy crabs has been sent to the kitchen for cleaning. I heard that Madam will cook for us today. Our master will have a treat."

Yu Jiao smiled, glanced towards the main courtyard, and took Jianjia and the others to the kitchen.

Mrs. Song and another cook were cleaning crabs. When they saw Yu Jiao coming over, they stood up and saluted, saying, "Madam, just tell us what dishes you need to prepare. We will help you."

They all used to work as servants in wealthy families, and had seen many ladies who said they wanted to cook by themselves, but in fact they just moved the spatula a few times, or put a few ingredients in the soup, moving their mouths more than their mouths. In addition, Yu Jiao was young and had just come of age, so she didn't look like an experienced cook.

Yu Jiao didn't understand the hidden meaning in their words and didn't hesitate to ask Mrs. Song and Cook Xiao to help wash the vegetables and kill the fish, and prepare the onions, ginger and garlic. After the fish was killed and cleaned, she picked up the knife on the chopping board and skillfully sliced ​​and removed the bones of the fish.

After seeing her knife skills, Mrs. Song and Cook Xiao were greatly impressed. Her skill in slicing fish alone was enough to make them feel inferior. They were surprised that the new wife said she wanted to cook herself and that she actually had the skills.

Yu Qizhe woke up and opened his eyes, only to find his vision was dark.

His arms were empty, so he reached out to grab some food from the side, but didn't touch anyone. He immediately became much more conscious.

Yu Qizhe sat up and drew open the bed curtains. The dazzling sunlight poured in, and he realized that he had slept until noon.

Without having time to wash up, Yu Qizhe put on his shoes and opened the door. Wei San was waiting outside. Hearing the noise, he hurriedly ordered someone to bring water for washing and toothpaste chips for rinsing the mouth. Yu Qizhe asked first, "Where's the madam?"

Wei San looked at Yu Qizhe's expression and said with a smile, "Madam is in the kitchen. Perhaps she saw that Master has been too tired these days, so she wants to cook for Master to nourish his body!"

Yu Qizhe's originally stern expression relaxed, the ice and snow in his eyes melted away, and the coldness was swept away.

Wei San witnessed his change in expression and sighed in his heart that only the Third Miss could make a cold and aloof person like the new son-in-law become so gentle.