Ning Qing smiled slightly. His wife wanted to make him some honey tea. Although it wasn't exactly cooking, it was pretty much the same thing.

How could I possibly refuse something like this!

"Okay, then I'll be waiting for your honey tea."

A bright smile bloomed on Qu Shaoyu's handsome face.

He raised an eyebrow, with a hint of something more.

"Yes, yes, I won't let you down."

Ning Qing looked at the two people's hands clasped tightly, and then recalled how his wife had pretended to be in pain earlier. Was it dependence on him or love?

The two arrived at the dining table. After Ning Qing sat down, Qu Shaoyu picked up the wine pot, filled Ning Qing's wine cup, and then returned to his own seat.

"Brother Qing, try this wine. How do you like it?"

"Yin Yi brought some back and kept it in the side hall. If you like, I'll have him bring back more."

Ning Qing picked up the small wine glass in front of her and drank it all in one gulp.

Smacking his lips, he felt an unforgettable aftertaste and a lingering sense of satisfaction.

"Hmm, this wine is alright, I like it."

He looked down at the small wine glass in his hand.

"It's just that the cup is a little small, so it's not satisfying to drink from it."

Qu Shaoyu said, "Although the wine is good, it is not advisable to drink too much. Small wine glasses have their advantages."

Ningqing...

My wife won't let me drink too much, but she even had some good wine brought out and left here. Is it just so she can see how much I crave it?

Ning Qing had to put on a serious expression for the sake of his wine.

"Xiaoyu, what you're doing is very immoral."

"Do you know how cruel it is for someone who truly loves drinking to see so much fine wine in front of them, but only be able to drink it little by little and not be able to enjoy it to their heart's content?"

Qu Shaoyu scooped a small bowl of soup and handed it to Ning Qing.

"Brother Qing, don't be in a hurry. Come on, have a bowl of soup first. It'll warm your stomach and be good for your health."

Ning Qing looked at him with a bright smile, and there were two small dimples on his cheeks.

It's both beautiful and cute.

The dissatisfaction in my heart had long been defeated by this smiling face, retreating step by step, and finally disappearing into thin air.

Without leaving a trace.

He took the soup from the other person and drank it silently.

Qu Shaoyu happily served Ning Qing the dishes.

"Brother Qing, try this, it's delicious."

"Brother Qing, this is a new dish that the Imperial Chef Zheng came up with. Would you like to try it?"

"If you like it, have them make more and send it over next time."

“Brother Qing…”

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After the meal, Ning Qing looked at Qu Shaoyu sitting opposite her and asked.

"Your internal energy cultivation techniques have reached a level of perfection. Although you may not be unparalleled in the world, you have few rivals. From now on, you can do whatever you like in the afternoons. We won't have to go to the Cold Palace to practice swordsmanship anymore."

Sitting opposite Qu Shaoyu, he began to feel anxious, but his expression remained unchanged.

"As the saying goes, 'One must keep singing and practicing martial arts.' If you don't practice swordsmanship for a day, you will become a little unfamiliar with it, and if you don't practice for three days, you will regress a little."

Her gaze as she looked up at Ning Qing held a hint of grievance.

"Brother Qing, don't you want to practice swordsmanship with me anymore?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly and looked down.

"That's true. You've been practicing swordsmanship with me every day for the past two years. I shouldn't have taken up too much of your time. It's understandable that you're annoyed with me."

Ningqing...

No, what does this have to do with anything?

However, when she saw Qu Shaoyu sitting opposite her, with his head down, looking like a wronged little wife.

My heart softened instantly.