Chapter 90 Snowy Night Warmth
Fusu lowered his head, looking nervous. "What if my father doesn't believe me?"
"He said I told you. Whether he believes it or not is his business. You just need to express your concern and longing for him." Zhao Yuanxi said with a smile.
Fusu's face was a little hot. Should he tell his father that he missed him? Is this really something he can say?
Zhao Yuanxi pinched Fusu's face, feeling satisfied. "If you don't tell him how much you like him and admire him, he will never know what you are thinking!"
Fusu whispered, "But the Great Mother will know."
Many times, he didn't need to say anything, and his mother could guess what he was thinking.
"That's because I'm your eldest mother. I can guess what you little kids are thinking with my toes!" Zhao Yuanxi was very proud.
"Then, can you guess how many bowls of rice I plan to eat today?" Ziying tilted his head and pretended to be well-behaved.
"I don't know how many bowls of rice you can eat, but I can limit how much rice you can eat!" Zhao Yuanxi snorted coldly, warning Ziying for his behavior of sabotaging him.
Ziying was struck by lightning, pouting in dissatisfaction, "Grandmother only knows how to threaten me!"
Fusu asked Ziying, "Ziying, would you like to write a letter and send it to my father?"
Because the situation was critical, Zhao Yuanxi was unable to take Ziying to ask for the answer he wanted to know.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
Ziying thought of that always gloomy face and curled his lips, "I have nothing to say to him."
Uncle King Qin was too fierce, even his grandmother couldn't persuade him. Ziying felt that he might not want to have any contact with Uncle King Qin again, not to mention that he was too weak. What would happen if he knew the truth?
He didn't want to make Fusu sad, nor did he want to make his mother embarrassed, so it was good enough now.
Zhao Yuanxi was slightly stunned. He rubbed the child's head through his hat, with heartache in his eyes.
Ziying didn't want to ask, but she couldn't just sit there and do nothing. She would find the answer for Ziying.
The snow continued throughout the afternoon, and even after the sun went down, snowflakes were still falling.
The snow was almost half a foot thick, and when people stepped on it, it made a crunching sound, leaving behind deep footprints.
On snowy days, the most pleasant thing to do is to eat hot pot around the fire.
Zhao Yuanxi asked You to find her a copper tripod of suitable size, heated it with charcoal fire, and put a large pot of broth inside. Unfortunately, Zhao Yuanxi couldn't find any chili seeds, so she could only use ordinary mushroom soup for the bottom of the pot.
As for the side dishes, in addition to the common beef, mutton, and sunflower greens, there is also a plate of fish.
The bass she caught during the day was sliced into thin fillets by her. They were cooked immediately after just rolling them in a hot pan. Paired with the sauce she made herself, they tasted very delicious.
Ziying couldn't wait to stuff a piece of freshly scalded meat into his mouth. It was so hot that he pouted and blew on it continuously.
Zhao Yuanxi pinched his mouth and checked his tongue. Sure enough, he saw the red mark. "It's so hot, don't you know to spit it out?"
Ziying stuck out his tongue, his face wrinkled, and said in a muffled voice, "I can't bear to leave."
Zhao Yuanxi was helpless. He wasn't afraid of wasting food, he was just greedy. She had given him plenty of food! How could she raise such a greedy kid?
"Eat slowly. If you burn your mouth, you won't be able to eat delicious food tomorrow!" Zhao Yuanxi reminded.
Ziying nodded obediently.
A meal that was hot and satisfying.
Zhao Yuanxi half-lay on the soft couch contentedly, watching the two little guys playing and fighting in the house, and he felt that his life was complete.
The wind and snow outside were still biting. In the house, under the orange candlelight, You sat beside Zhao Yuanxi, sewing little socks for Fusu and Ziying. Jang Geum sat opposite Zhao Yuanxi, playing chess with her.
Zhao Yuanxi doesn't know how to play Go, but Jang Geum is very good at it.
In ancient times, there was nothing to entertain oneself with at night. Compared to You's handicrafts, Zhao Yuanxi felt that Go seemed to be more suitable for him.
However, as a half-baked person, she could only be bullied by Jang Geum. Although Jang Geum would always give her a few moves out of consideration for Queen Dowager Zhao's face, the difference in skills between her and Jang Geum could not be made up in a few moves.
However, Fusu and Jang Geum were able to fight back and forth. After Zhao Yuanxi left for a while, he gave his seat to him and lay beside him to watch the fun.
She yawned, put down her needlework, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, you must be sleepy. I have already made the bed. If you are sleepy, you can go and rest."
"It's easy to feel sleepy after eating. If I go to sleep now, I will gain a few pounds." Zhao Yuanxi sat up and focused his attention on You.
"You have such a deft hand!"
In less than half an hour, You had made two pairs of socks. In order to distinguish their owners, she even embroidered patterns on them. Fusu's was a light green twined branch pattern, while Ziying's was a yellow round flower pattern.
Zhao Ji actually knew a little bit of needlework, but it was limited to sewing clothes, and Zhao Yuanxi was even worse at it. She felt that she might never be able to make something like this in her lifetime.
You gave a shy smile and lowered her head a little embarrassedly.
Seeing You getting ready to make new hats for the little ones, Zhao Yuanxi felt a little itchy and asked, "How about I learn it too?"
Seeing that the Queen Mother wanted to learn, You was naturally willing to teach.
Unfortunately, after ruining the third piece of cloth, Zhao Yuanxi had to admit that this thing did require talent, and he finally made something that could be called a hat after much hesitation.
Zhao Yuanxi tried it on, looked at herself in the mirror, and then took it off silently.
You was a little amused and said, "Your Majesty, do you need me to help you change it?"
"Yes!" Zhao Yuanxi did not hesitate, staring at You's movements. He saw her remove a few threads and sew them again. The originally wrinkled hat immediately took shape!
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"You, you are amazing." Zhao Yuanxi took the hat and felt like he was watching a magic show. He couldn't help but admire it.
"I am only good at some menial tasks. The embroiderers of Chu are much better than me."
"Those who sew better than you are not as good as you at tying hair, and those who tie hair better than you are not as good as you at cooking. You have to be an all-rounder to me. If you excel in everything, how can others survive?"
You couldn't help but blush.
Zhao Yuanxi was happy, and couldn't help but praise him one by one!
It seems like she is the only one here who doesn't know what modesty is.
The snow was falling heavily. When Zhao Yuanxi opened the door at dawn the next day, he saw that the surroundings had turned into a vast expanse of white. The snow was already a foot deep, and there was no sign of stopping.
Because of the heavy snow, Zhao Yuanxi asked for leave for his two children.
Fusu and Ziying lay at the door, looking at the heavy snow outside. A familiar figure vaguely appeared in the snow. They rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
"Why is he here, sir?"
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