Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
Jiang Zhen also nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Mrs. Han."
Song Ci is a soft-hearted person.
I never thought that I would be getting married at such a young age. Song Ci touched her belly and said, "It's not impossible for me to go back with you guys."
Seeing that she hadn't said anything else, Han Wangwang quickly asked, "What does my cousin want to say?"
Song Ci coughed lightly and said clearly, "Your cousin and I are only going back to check on you, not to plead for you. Whether your parents are willing to agree to your relationship depends on Jiang Zhen's attitude towards you."
Han Wangwang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As long as my aunt and uncle are willing to accompany us, I'll feel at ease. I'm just afraid that my father will get angry and hit Jiang Zhen."
After Jiang Zhen heard this, he felt his legs become sore.
In the afternoon, the group caught over 30 kilograms of fish, including grass carp, silver carp, crucian carp, and croaker. Back at the small Western-style building, Han Zhan rolled up his shirt sleeves and asked Song Ci to find him a large basin.
Many years ago, Song Tingyun asked someone to dig a well in a corner of the small Western-style building. The well is still usable today. The aunt next door comes to Song Ci's well to draw water for washing clothes every day.
Han Wangwang cut a big watermelon, which he also brought from his neighbor's house.
Song Ci moved a chair next to the well. She ate watermelon strips elegantly with a toothpick and watched Han Zhan squatting next to the big basin killing fish.
Han Zhan was sweating profusely from his busy work. Seeing Song Ci sitting next to him eating watermelon like a noble lady, he said, "Please be kind and give me a bite too."
Song Ci picked the reddest and sweetest piece of watermelon and fed it to Han Zhan.
Han Zhan opened his mouth and swallowed the watermelon without chewing it. He raised his head, wiped the sweat off his face with his arm, and said, "Miss, please give me a piece of melon."
"Hahaha!"
Song Ci then stood up and brought over a big piece of watermelon.
"Come on, Brother Han, open your bloody mouth."
Han Zhan opened his mouth and finished the watermelon in six or seven bites.
Han Zhan killed all the fish, cut a few times on their backs, smeared salt on them, tied a cotton rope around their mouths, and hung the more than 30 kilograms of fish on the clothesline.
Song Ci stared at the fish that had been killed so cleanly and beautifully, and suddenly said, "Brother Han, they say that everything that rises must fall. You were the Emperor Taiping in your previous life, and the richest man in Wangdong in this life. Who knows, you might start to go downhill in your next life."
Hearing this, Han Zhan turned around and gave her an inexplicable look, "What do you want to say?"
Song Ci stood in the sunset, smiling, her bulging belly dragging her. The breeze ruffled her curly hair, sweetening her smile. Even her voice was tinged with the fragrance of summer fruit. She said, "I want to say that in my next life, I'd like to spend my whole life selling and slaughtering fish with you. I'm willing to do that."
Han Zhan was slightly stunned.
He hadn't heard Song Ci say flirty words for a while. He remembered that when he first met Song Ci, she was talking flirty words all the time, and three out of five sentences were flirting with him.
Hearing the long-lost love words, Han Zhan couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the top of Song Ci's head. "Okay, I'll be the boss of the fish shop, and you'll be the boss's wife."
"Um."
Yan Jiang and Jiang Zhen were making dinner.
Song Fei and Han Wangwang sat on the sofa in the living room, playing games. Han Wangwang was leading Song Fei in ranked matches, but Song Fei was a natural game hater and always held Han Wangwang back. Han Wangwang was so frustrated that he almost cursed several times, but when he looked up and saw Song Fei's cold and pretty face, he immediately swallowed back the curse words in his heart.
We were going to make spicy and sour potato shreds in the evening. Jiang Zhen was in charge of preparing the food. He peeled the potatoes, pressed them on the chopping board, cut them into two-millimeter thick slices, and then changed the knife to cut them into shreds.
Jiang Zhen's knife skills are very beautiful. The thickness and width of each thread are almost the same, and the difference cannot be seen with the naked eye.
Yan Jiang saw the yellowish potato shreds on the plate and said in an inexplicable tone, "These potato shreds are well-cut. It looks like they've been cut a lot."
Jiang Zhen understood the profound meaning of the word "operate".
He replied modestly, "When it comes to knife skills, my master is more experienced. I heard that my master's knife skills are very beautiful."
Yan Jiang is a forensic doctor who often performs open-heart surgery on people. His knife skills are indeed beautiful.
When Jiang Zhen heard the word "Master", he suddenly had no place to vent his resentment.
Jiang Zhen knew what Yan Jiang was concerned about. It was simply that Song Fei was too good to him, and he was jealous.
Jiang Zhen told Yan Jiang: "When I was a child, I was sold to the Kingdom of Yue. Life was very hard. I poisoned my adoptive father to death, and only then was I able to escape back to my country with my sister."
Hearing this, Yan Jiang was slightly startled. He subconsciously asked, "Poisoned to death?"
"Um."
Jiang Zhen poured the small bottle cap of cooking wine into the meat slices, rubbing them with his hands while saying, "Cephalexin plus wine, leave as soon as you say it, this is not a joke."
Yan Jiang looked at him in surprise.
He lowered his head, stirring the food in the wok, and asked Jiang Zhen, "Why are you telling me this?"
Jiang Zhen continued, "When I met Master, I had just fled back to my country not long ago. At that time, I was fighting in the underground black boxing. Master felt sorry for me, so he softened his heart towards me."
Yan Jiang: "It's good that you know."
Jiang Zhen, still angry at Yan Jiang, said, "At that time, Master actually mentioned you to me."
"Oh?" Yan Jiang turned down the heat, pricked up his ears, and asked Jiang Zhen: "What did she talk to you about me?" The year Ah Fei met Jiang Zhen, she was also 14 years old. How did Ah Fei mention herself to Jiang Zhen at that time?
Yan Jiang was extremely curious.
Jiang Zhen said: "At that time, I asked my master why she took me as her apprentice. My master said that I was very similar to a friend of hers. She said that friend had lost her parents and her grandmother had hanged herself. She was alone and helpless and was bullied. She was very pitiful. When she saw her friend, she wanted to love him, so she wanted to be nice to me."
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