Chapter 86: Heart of Stone

Meng threatened to commit suicide, and Qi had no choice but to agree.

After bringing Qi Yuyao back to the Ji Mansion and settling her in the guest house, Qi said to Feng Qingsui, "Send her back in two days."

Feng Qingsui just smiled and said nothing.

I'm afraid it's easier to invite a god than to send him away.

However, this Miss Qi was quite well behaved. Every day, apart from going to Ci'an Hall to pay her respects to Mrs. Qi, chatting with her and being a kind lady, she would stay in the guest house and did not do anything out of the ordinary.

She was generous and kind to her servants. The servants had a good impression of her and always spoke well of her in private.

He seems to be a smart man who can keep his composure.

Qi, who said she would kick her out in two days, let her stay for three days, four days... and didn't say anything.

Feng Qingsui didn't mind how long she stayed. After all, she was also a guest here. As long as she didn't bother her, they could just keep to themselves.

But the glutton in his stomach was a little restless - Ji Changqing had not cooked since Miss Qi moved into the mansion.

“It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.”

She sighed while having dinner with Wuhua at Polangxuan.

"After having tasted the best food in the world, it is hard to swallow ordinary food."

Wuhua deeply agreed.

"I must have eaten Juewei Braised Pork before I lost my memory. Now, no matter which chef makes it, it just doesn't taste the same."

Feng Qingsui chuckled: "So, if you eat that delicious braised pork, maybe you can regain your memory or find your relatives and friends."

Wuhua frowned, "I feel like I might not have much family."

She is so delicious that I don’t feel bothered when I see myself getting fat. Instead, I feel warm and at ease.

——As if these meats were her family.

Only those who lack family love would want to grow some flesh to warm themselves.

Of course eating is really fun.

Feng Qingsui put a chicken drumstick into her bowl and comforted her: "It's okay, even if you didn't have one before, there will always be one in the future. We can choose a suitable husband to be our family."

Wuhua nodded: "I want to find a chef who can make delicious pork belly. What about you?"

Feng Qingsui has not considered this issue yet.

"I'll probably choose someone who cooks well too," she said with a smile, "and someone who looks good too."

Wuhua: "There seems to be a chef competition at the end of the month. Let's go and check it out."

Feng Qingsui: "Okay."

It’s also good to offer a sacrifice to satisfy the glutton in your stomach.

So I don’t have to worry about Ji Changqing’s cooking skills all day long.

In the guest house, Qi Yuyao was also thinking about Ji Changqing, but she was thinking about his favor.

She had been in the mansion for several days, and could only see Ji Changqing when he came to Ci'an Hall to pay his respects to Qi after court every day.

But Ji Changqing always came and went in a hurry. He would chat with Qi for a few words before returning to the outer courtyard. She didn't even have the chance to talk to him.

If this goes on, she won't be able to get familiar with him even if she lives in Ji's house for a year or two.

After all, she is not a stunning beauty, she is just a little bit pretty.

Not even as good as the widow Feng.

She patiently copied a copy of the Heart Sutra, calculated the time when Ji Changqing would return home from court, and waited at the gate of the mansion.

Ji Changqing was wearing court robes and a gauze hat, carrying the dignity of an important court official. As he walked towards her calmly, she clenched the rice paper in her hand and her heart beat faster.

Such a man, extraordinarily handsome, talented, and holding great power at a young age, which girl in the boudoir can resist his charm?

As long as you marry him, you can become a first-class lady and be the envy of thousands of women.

Therefore, even though she feared him more than she loved him, she would still follow her grandmother's advice and try her best to win his heart and enter into a marriage contract with him.

Seeing Ji Changqing was about to approach her, she opened her mouth and was about to say hello when she suddenly saw him smile.

This smile is like a blooming magnolia flower, filling the air with spring.

She stood there in a daze.

My heart is pounding.

This was the first time she saw him smile. It turned out that when he was not serious, his charm was even better.

He smiled as soon as he saw her. Does this mean that he also has feelings for her, but he never showed it in front of Qi, and only revealed it when he saw her alone?

My heart beat faster.

"Second cousin..."

She smiled shyly and spoke tenderly, but suddenly a dark shadow jumped out from behind her and ran towards the person in front of her.

Ji Changqing squatted down, rubbed his Mobao who was holding the leash in his mouth to greet him, and smiled lightly: "She doesn't have time to walk you?"

"Woof woof!"

The calligraphy should be.

"Wait a moment." Ji Changqing replied, "I'll change my clothes and take you out."

He has walked this big black dog several times. The dog is very smart. When Feng Qingsui has no time to walk it, it will come to him without any hesitation.

Mo Bao turned around obediently.

Ji Changqing stood up and walked towards the outer courtyard.

Qi Yuyao came back to her senses from her shock and hurriedly called out to him, "Second cousin, I wrote a piece of calligraphy. Can you take a look at it and give me some pointers?"

Ji Changqing paused and turned to look at her: "Where?"

Qi Yuyao handed over the rice paper in her hand.

Ji Changqing unfolded it and took a look, then said, "You don't have enough wrist strength. You only have the form but not the substance. You need to practice your wrist strength."

After saying this, he returned the letter to her and left with the dog.

Qi Yuyao bit her lower lip tightly and returned to the guest house with a stern face.

After entering the house, I couldn't help it.

With a "hiss", he tore the rice paper in his hand.

"He looks at a dog more seriously than he looks at me!"

She said bitterly.

The maidservant Huamei, who had followed her from the Marquis's Mansion to the Ji Mansion, soothed her, "Perhaps the Second Master hasn't yet come to his senses. He looks at every woman as if she were a piece of grass or stone."

Qi Yuyao sat down dejectedly.

"I think he's the stone, with a heart of stone. He's never polite to women. No wonder he's still single."

Huamei said, "They say that to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach. Isn't Miss a great stewer? Why not show us your skills, Master? I'm sure he'll be impressed."

There was a chef from the south in the mansion of Marquis Wenyuan, whose stew was considered a masterpiece. Qi Yuyao, on a whim, learned a few tricks from him, and her soup turned out pretty good.

At least Meng drank it and said it was not inferior to that chef.

Considering that Ji Changqing always goes out early and comes back late, and is exhausted from paperwork, he must really need some nourishing soup.

Qi Yuyao nodded and said, "That's a good idea."

The next day, when she went to Ci'an Hall to chat with Qi, she tried to find out that Ji Changqing and Feng usually came to Ci'an Hall to have dinner with Qi on holidays, so she volunteered.

"I'm good at making soup. I'll make one for each of you."

Qi shook her head: "You are a guest, how can I let you cook?"

Qi Yuyao looked hurt: "Auntie, you said that. I am really sad. I treat you as a relative, and you treat me as a guest..."

Qi couldn't argue with her, so she had to let her do what she wanted.

In the afternoon, Qi Yuyao brought Huamei into the Ji Mansion's kitchen.

Wuhua had become familiar with the kitchen staff early on, and as usual, they would have a snack there every afternoon.

After she took the dim sum back to Polangxuan, she told Feng Qingsui, "Miss Qi's maid secretly added something to the stewing pot when she was preparing the soup."

Feng Qingsui: “…”