Chapter 336 Performance

There was silence in the car for a moment.

Father Jiang looked at Jiang Shu, who was upright and dignified, and was deeply moved. He said with shame: "You are right, I am a mean father."

Jiang Shu shook his head and said rationally: "In the past, the Jiang family had no support, and it was very difficult to gain a foothold in Shangjing. Dad was right to be cautious and protect himself."

"Now I have the support of the prince, so I dare to do this."

Father Jiang sighed and said solemnly: "Leave this matter to me. I will immediately let someone do it when I go back. I must not let those black-hearted profiteers succeed."

Jiang Shu heard this and smiled brightly: "Thank you, father."

After all, Jiang's family was founded by Jiang's father. This move will make Jiang's family a target of public criticism and cause Jiang's family great trouble. Although they are father and daughter, they should know their gratitude.

Father Jiang looked at Jiang Shu's smiling face and felt proud to have such a daughter.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck--"

The hen, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly started calling again, and the tone was very different from before.

The father and daughter turned their heads and saw an egg rolling under the carriage.

The oval egg rolled to the feet, and Jiang Shu bent over to pick it up. It was still warm in her hand.

This was the first time that Jiang Shu saw such a fresh egg, and it even smelled like a hen.

Father Jiang stared at the egg in her hand for a moment, and laughed: "It's a reward for you."

Jiang Shu: "..."

When the carriage entered the city and returned to Jiang's Winery, the sunset was setting.

After a tiring day, Jiang Shu changed to the palace carriage and prepared to return to the palace.

"Hey, wait." Father Jiang held a chicken in one hand and a basket of pears in the other.

"They gave this to you specially. Don't forget it."

Jiang Shu's mouth twitched as he watched Father Jiang put them into the carriage.

On the way back to the palace, Jiang Shu stared at the chicken and pears, his mind wandering.

The people's kindness should not be wasted.

With the setting sun in the west, the carriage stopped in front of the palace. Jiang Shu got off the carriage. The servants of the palace opened the door to greet him and bowed: "Princess."

Jiang Shu stepped into the palace. Behind him, Leng Xing was carrying a fruit basket and the guards were carrying a chicken.

The servants were stunned.

Did they see it right? The princess brought back a chicken?

Jiang Shu walked and ordered: "Send the chicken to the kitchen to stew it."

"Yes." The guard took the order and went to the kitchen with the chicken.

After hearing the instructions, the cook took the chicken and muttered in confusion: "If the princess wants to eat chicken, just tell her. Why go buy it in person..."

Jiang Shu returned to the main courtyard and learned that Yu Zheng was not there and had gone out of the house for something.

She didn't care, took her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

After running in the fields for half a day, she was covered in sweat and dust, and there was also some chicken smell on her body.

Jiang Shu washed herself with hot water and soaked in the hot spring pool for a while, and then she felt refreshed and comfortable.

When Yu Zheng returned home, it was already dark. Jiang Shu had just fed Yu Ziyou and was teasing him.

Yu Zheng entered the house, heard Jiang Shu's gentle voice, and saw the warm scene of the mother and son getting along, and the corners of his lips curled unconsciously.

"Ziyou, look, father is back." Hearing the noise, Jiang Shu hugged Yu Ziyou and walked towards Yu Zheng.

Yu Zheng opened his arms and embraced both mother and son.

He felt at ease and satisfied, as if he owned the whole world.

"Do you miss me?" Yu Zheng asked.

His almond eyes flashed, and Jiang Shu deliberately said, "Ziyou, father is asking you."

Yu Ziyou blinked his dark eyes, looking confused.

Yu Zheng chuckled and whispered dangerously in Jiang Shu's ear, "I don't understand, I'll ask you tonight."

Jiang Shu's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said, "I miss you, I miss you."

Yu Zheng raised his eyebrows: "What do you miss?"

Jiang Shu whispered, "I miss you."

Yu Zheng was satisfied and pecked her forehead.

The family of three sat on the couch and talked softly.

Soon, Chu Yu came in and said, "Prince, Princess, dinner is ready."

Jiang Shu handed Yu Ziyou to Chu Yu and took Yu Zheng to eat outside.

Seeing the fragrant chicken soup on the table, Jiang Shu served Yu Zheng a bowl attentively: "Husband, try it."

Yu Zheng glanced at her and took a sip from the bowl.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Shu asked expectantly.

"Yeah." Yu Zheng nodded and looked at her calmly.

Jiang Shu put another chicken leg into Yu Zheng's bowl: "Husband, eat it while it's hot."

Yu Zheng lowered his eyes and looked at the golden skin and tender meat of the chicken leg in the bowl. He really didn't understand what the mystery was.

However, if something is abnormal, it must be a demon. This chicken tonight must be unusual.

Under Jiang Shu's urging and expectant gaze, Yu Zheng ate the chicken leg and drank the soup in the bowl.

Looking at the empty bowl, Jiang Shu said with joy: "Husband, do you know where this chicken came from?"

Yu Zheng was slightly surprised: "Didn't the kitchen in the mansion buy it?"

"No." Jiang Shu said mysteriously: "I brought it back."

Yu Zheng's dark eyes flashed, and Jiang Shu told him the origin of the chicken.

Finally, Jiang Shu said cunningly: "The village chief gave me the chicken, so it is mine. You ate my chicken, so you have to help me."

Yu Zheng was amused and asked: "How can you help?"

Jiang Shu said seriously: "After my father spread the news, other wine merchants will not be able to get the fruit at a low price, and they will definitely gather together to make trouble for Jiang Ji."

"I am a weak woman, and my father is not in good health. I can't handle it. I have to ask my husband to help me support my waist and strengthen my courage."

His Shu'er finally regarded him as her husband and trusted and relied on him.

Yu Zheng was very happy in his heart, but he didn't show any expression on his face. He said meaningfully: "That depends on how Madam performs tonight."

Jiang Shu sighed, she knew that one chicken was not enough, and she still had to get herself involved.

After dinner, Jiang Shu asked Tan Yu to wash the pears he brought back and let Yu Zheng taste them.

Yu Zheng looked at the juicy pears in the fruit bowl. They were all big, and the one in Jiang Shu's hand was even bigger, so he said, "Just share one." Jiang

Shu shook his head, "No, pears can't be shared."

Yu Zheng said, "Then I want to eat the one in your hand."

Jiang Shu shook his head again, "This was just a gift from someone else."

"Who gave it to me?"

"A villager."

"A man or a woman?" Yu Zheng asked.

"A man," Jiang Shu said truthfully.

Yu Zheng's eyes darkened instantly when he heard this. He grabbed Jiang Shu's wrist and pulled her into his arms, snorting, "It was given by another man, and you don't give it to me?" Hearing

this, Jiang Shu realized that he had misunderstood. She said helplessly and amusedly, "It was given by a five or six-year-old child. What are you thinking about?"

Yu Zheng felt that his breath was stuck in his chest, unable to spit it out or swallow it.

"Eat it tomorrow." Yu Zheng took the pear from Jiang Shu's hand and put it on the table, and carried her to the inner room.

The meaning of this move was obvious. Jiang Shu was shocked and said, "What are you doing? You haven't taken a bath yet."

"Madam, help me wash." After Yu Zheng finished speaking, he didn't give Jiang Shu a chance to refuse, and strode into the bathroom with her in his arms.

Looking at Yu Zheng's dark and naked eyes, Jiang Shu knew that it must not be as simple as taking a bath.

Sure enough, half an hour later, Jiang Shu crouched on Yu Zheng's shoulder like a cooked shrimp, begging for mercy with a trembling voice: "Brother Zheng... I can't do it anymore."

Yu Zheng coaxed her softly, his voice was unusually hoarse.

Jiang Shu was in a daze, as if floating in the sea of ​​clouds.

After half a cup of tea, the clouds and rain stopped, and Yu Zheng rested his chin on her neck and gasped.