Qiao Hui reheated the idea of showing off his wealth in his mind, and the taste was not greasy or saucey, but it matched the girl's fair and tough appearance very well, like a pot of elegant and beautiful an du xian.
Qiao Hui handed over another orange, and Xian Jin performed a show for Qiao Hui.
——Two bites of a big orange.
Xianjin's cheeks were bulging with food, and he was beaming with joy. "...When I lose my clothes, I will show you how to eat a pig with three bites."
Every New Year's Eve in later generations, her regular program was: a strong appetite often symbolized a strong vitality. Therefore, every New Year, as long as she was not in the hospital, her nouveau riche father would roast a suckling pig and stare at her with sincere and warm eyes, encouraging her to eat more, eat more, and eat more.
Over the years, Xianjin had practiced from feeding ten pigs per mouth to feeding three pigs per mouth. When she was preparing to upgrade and improve this skill, the Pig God couldn't stand it anymore and took her away.
Xianjin looked serious and didn't look like he was joking.
Qiao Hui: ...
Whatever is delicious, it’s delicious.
It's just an ordinary cockroach monster with three mouths and a pig.
"What are we going to do next?" Qiao Hui peeled the last orange in the fruit bowl and secretly decided that he would never put Xianjin and oranges in the same room during the New Year. "Just stay here and retire to the countryside?"
Xianjin put his feet on the footrest, put his hands behind his head, and leaned back in a relaxed manner. "We are also preparing to make paper. Six or seven of our guys are skilled in making paper. The raw materials and manpower are ready. We just need to find a good place to set up the stall and then slowly make it."
Xianjin paused, "But we have to wait until after the Chinese New Year to see if there is an opportunity. It's hard to do anything in the cold winter, so it's better to slowly plan in the spring."
Qiao Hui nodded, "After the spring, when the canal thaws, there may be more opportunities."
Xuancheng is located at the junction of the north and the south. The river is of the sweet tofu pudding school, and the southern Longchuan River generally does not freeze too much.
Xianjin didn't quite understand.
Scratching his head, he took Qiao Hui's words as her blessing for a smooth march into Northern Zhili. "What about you? Has Master Qiao come back? Did your trip to Beijing go smoothly? Baozhu has been at her cousin's house in Huai'an Prefecture. I'm ready to pick her up..."
These answers involve the court.
After thinking for a moment, Qiao Hui chose to answer the question in a way that would not reveal any secrets but would be able to answer the whole question. "Dad went to the capital to revise the laws. The laws are strict for a hundred years. He may live in the capital for a long time, but he may also go south for official business after the New Year. Baozhu may also go to the capital after a while."
Xianjin slowed down his eating speed, and after a while he slowly said, "Well, Baozhu is better off following Master Qiao than following me...Master Qiao has been in seclusion for many years, and now that he is in his prime, he must show his skills..."
In ancient times, the mountains were high and the rivers were long, and sometimes it took a very long time for people to meet each other after they were separated from each other.
Xianjin felt a little melancholy, and lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking about.
Qiao Hui was lying in the rocking chair, and he caught Xianjin's expression accurately, with a hint of joy between his eyebrows, "Do you want to get closer to the Qiao family?"
Xianjin was stunned for a moment, "Master Qiao is elegant, Baozhu is adorable, we have been together for four or five years, and we have always been very close."
Qiao Hui's eyes were burning. "No, no, it's... more! Do you want to be 'closer' to me?"
Xianjin:?
"How to change? Live in your house?" Xianjin was puzzled.
Qiao Hui opened his mouth and said, "It's not impossible." He paused and raised his eyebrows, "I don't need your food, clothing, and daily necessities, but you have three people and one pig, you have to find a way yourself - to scare people and pigs!"
Xianjin:...
What a psycho!
Out of ten sentences, eight are floating!
Xianjin rolled his eyes silently.
The two of them chatted for a long time, talking about this and that. Qiao Hui leaned on the rocking chair and Xianjin leaned against the window frame. They didn't talk about anything serious, but just rambling about this and that, talking about both the residence of Director Qiao when he came to Beijing and the fact that the kitten that Xianjin gave to Chen Fu broke three vases.
Whenever a topic ends, Qiao Hui can always add another one in time.
Before I knew it, the sound of raindrops outside the window gradually became clearer.
"It's raining." Xianjin turned around and looked. "At noon, Madam Zhang looked at the sky and said it would rain in the evening. I even bet five cents with her."
Qiao Hui crossed his long legs and said, "It will take at most an hour for the rain to stop."
The rain in late autumn and early winter brings with it a brutal chill, hitting the eaves in large drops like a bead chain, decorating the country courtyard in the middle of the night with each tile and line of rain.
Xianjin smiled and said, "I believe you, but I won't bet with you."
Tickling, tickling the itchy spot on Qiao Hui’s chest.
"It's just that the rain is heavy, and my horse is full of beans. It might have difficulty running on the muddy road," said Qiao Hui.
Xianjin frowned, "Then live here - it's raining so hard, not to mention the horse, wouldn't it be hard for you to walk? It's just tiring to drive a horse. It just so happens that Dad lives in the main courtyard, and Mother Zhang just cleaned up the east wing a few days ago. If you don't mind, you can live in the east wing."
The corners of Qiao Hui's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to laugh. While struggling, he continued to draw wavy lines on his mouth.
Xianjin sent Qiao Hui to the east wing.
The courtyard is very small. You will arrive there just by walking around the corner.
Qiao Hui flexed his shoulder blades and said casually, "A few days ago, Erlang seemed to have returned from Yingtian Prefecture? Is it because you want to break up with Chen Jiayi?"
Xianjin opened the door of the east wing. It was so late and Mother Zhang had already gone to bed. Xianjin opened the closet door himself and took out the bedding and bedspread.
Qiao Hui naturally reached out to take it.
Two people and four hands work together to make the bed.
Xianjin listened to Qiao Hui's question, thought about it, and then said gently, "It can be regarded as for this matter."
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