Chapter 69
"What is this?" Meng Wanqiu picked up the bowl and blew on it. A light layer of oil floated up from the surface, and the aroma of bones and radish mixed together and entered his nose. Today's soup was radish and pork ribs soup.
Pei Xingzhi picked up some more food for Meng Wanqiu, "Here's a meeting gift. I have some for you, my second brother, and the little one in your belly."
"What did you give me? Where is it? I'll go check it out." Meng Wanqiu started to get up, but Pei Xingzhi next to her beat her to it. "Eat first. I was just growling with hunger. Why rush? The food won't run away."
"Oh, I see." In these aspects, Pei Xingzhi was very strict with Meng Wanqiu, so Meng Wanqiu had no choice but to obey.
Little Gray was whimpering and whimpering around their feet. Meng Wanqiu threw a bone into its food bowl. "Here, come eat it, you little foodie! You've been rubbing against our feet all day long, aren't you afraid of being stepped on?"
Pei Xingzhi also looked at Xiao Hui and threw half a piece of fat meat to him. In the beginning, he adopted this dog not only because of Zhu Junze, but also because he wanted to have a dog to guard the house.
In a few months, the baby will be born, and there will be only Meng Wanqiu and the baby at home. If they raise a dog, it can alert them if there is any movement, which will make things safer.
"How did your conversation with Master Buxuzi go yesterday?" Pei Xingzhi asked.
Meng Wanqiu's eyes lit up immediately. She moved a little closer to Pei Xingzhi and whispered, "My master is really capable. He actually knows my background."
Pei Xingzhi paused in picking up the food, shifted his gaze to Meng Wanqiu, and asked tentatively, "The one from before?"
Meng Wanqiu nodded like a chick, "That's right, Master is really quite skilled. I wanted to learn fortune-telling from him, but he said I didn't have the talent. He just gave me a few medical books and told me to study on my own."
Speaking of the latter part, Meng Wanqiu was a little speechless. She had never seen anyone accept an apprentice so casually. He actually let her learn on her own. This master was too lazy and casual.
Pei Xingzhi pondered for a while, and an idea flashed through his mind.
"That's good. Since Master said so, there must be a reason for it." Pei Xingzhi put down his chopsticks and took Meng Wanqiu's hand. "It's enough for us to live a peaceful life in this life. We don't ask for anything else."
Meng Wanqiu curled her lips, took Pei Xingzhi's hand and shook it, her tone very sweet and soft, "I know, I am very satisfied to have met my parents and you in this life."
Pei Xingzhi smiled, "Me too."
After dinner, the sun had already climbed overhead. Pei Xingzhi cleaned up the dishes and went to Uncle Feng's house next door to borrow a ladder to prepare to pick dates. Xiao Hui followed Pei Xingzhi in and out.
Because of what happened yesterday, the two of them took two days off, so they were both very free today.
After finishing her meal, Meng Wanqiu returned to the house and looked through the gift that Pei Xingzhi had told Buxuzi to give them. The gift was still in a cloth bag with a letter inside, which Pei Xingzhi had not opened.
Meng Wanqiu first opened the bag, revealing its contents: a small cotton bag. She knew what it was at first glance. Pulling off the string and spreading it out, she saw a gleaming array of silver needles.
The acupuncture kit that Buxuzi left for her contained a total of sixty-four silver needles and thirty-two gold needles, with slightly different lengths.
Meng Wanqiu was quite satisfied with this gift. It matched the book on acupuncture that Buxuzi had given her before, and was a very practical item.
The remaining two items are a book and a sandalwood box.
The book is definitely for Pei Xingzhi, so the things in the box are for the little one in the belly.
After opening it with a little force, the box contained a pendant carved from a delicate, smooth and moist white jade. When Meng Wanqiu took it in her hand, a warm feeling spread along her palm. Soon, her whole body was warm.
This is actually a piece of warm jade.
Meng Wanqiu couldn't help but click his tongue twice. This old man was really generous. He even had such rare things as warm jade.
Meng Wanqiu lowered her head and touched her belly, her tone still a little envious. "My dear, you've already won before you were born. But, Mom and Dad will keep this thing for you first, and we'll talk about it when you grow up."
When talking about the latter part, Meng Wanqiu couldn't help laughing. So this is how her mother felt when her New Year's money was confiscated when she was a child.
Meng Wanqiu laughed and was about to pick up the book that Buxuzi gave to Pei Xingzhi to take a look. However, just as she was about to open it, Pei Xingzhi's voice was heard outside.
"Wanwan, can you come out for a moment?"
Meng Wanqiu had no choice but to put it down and looked at the title of the book. She didn't know what font it was written in, and she didn't recognize it.
"I'm here. What's up?"
Meng Wanqiu went out and saw the scene. She burst out laughing. She didn't know how Pei Xingzhi had managed it, but the ladder he was carrying had barbs on it, which caught his clothes and exposed half of his thin waist.
Pei Xingzhi was helpless, "Help me untie it quickly, it's caught on the thread." He could do it himself, but the clothes he was wearing were made for him by Meng Wanqiu, and he was worried about scratching them.
Meng Wanqiu smiled and walked over to help Pei Xingzhi untie his clothes. While pulling his clothes off, she slapped his abdominal muscles and said, "Alright."
Pei Xingzhi put down the ladder and looked carefully at the little gray cat under his feet. The couple often worried that they would step on it to death one day if they didn't pay attention.
Then Pei Xingzhi looked at Meng Wanqiu with deep eyes. Meng Wanqiu subconsciously wanted to escape, but Pei Xingzhi saw through her idea in an instant. He fixed her slender waist with his big hands and pulled her into his arms.
Snap——
Meng Wanqiu's eyes widened, her heat rose, her face instantly turned red like a tomato, and she was extremely embarrassed and angry.
"You, you, you hit me." Meng Wanqiu covered her butt and glared at Pei Xingzhi, questioning him.
Pei Xingzhi raised his eyebrows, "Why, you're allowed to hit me, but I'm not allowed to fight back, Wanwan, you're so overbearing."
Meng Wanqiu struggled to get out of Pei Xingzhi's arms, "Who told you to hit me there?"
Meng Wanqiu cared about everything else, but being spanked like a child made her feel particularly embarrassed and annoyed.
Pei Xingzhi raised the corner of his mouth, "Oh, so you can't spank me."
Meng Wanqiu covered Pei Xingzhi's mouth and warned him, "Don't say those two words."
Pei Xingzhi took Meng Wanqiu's hand and kissed the back of it, "Okay, okay, I won't tell you."
Meng Wanqiu finally gave up. Just as she was about to say something, Pei Xingzhi said, "Wanwan, wash the dates on the table. I'm going into the house to change my clothes. It's hard to work in this outfit."
Meng Wanqiu nodded subconsciously, "Okay, go ahead."
Pei Xingzhi smiled, rubbed her head and went into the house.
For some reason, Meng Wanqiu felt that Pei Xingzhi looked at her with a look of pity and sympathy.
It doesn't take much effort to wash dates. Pei Xingzhi had already prepared water and placed it on the table. Meng Wanqiu only needed to put the dates in the water for a while and then put them in the basket.
After picking the dates, Pei Xingzhi planned to make brown sugar steamed cake for Meng Wanqiu, and these dates were the ingredients.
Pei Xingzhi entered the room, closed the door, put his hand to his lips, and laughed silently.
Recently, Wanwan seems to be a little slow, and often forgets things after being fooled by him.
Just like just now, she clearly wanted to cause trouble for him and teach him a lesson, but as soon as he interrupted her, she instantly forgot her previous thoughts.
He felt a little sorry for her silly look.
Pei Xingzhi couldn't help laughing, shook his head, unbuttoned his shirt, and walked into the inner room. Suddenly, the book on the table caught his attention.
He picked it up and took a look. He didn't recognize the words on the cover. He frowned slightly and turned the pages. There was a pattern on each page with a text explanation next to it.
Pei Xingzhi didn't understand at first, until he read the text explanation and then looked at the pictures, his ears suddenly felt hot.
With a snap, he closed the book.
Pei Xingzhi couldn't help but curse, this Master Buxuzi is really a pervert.
What's this about the art of nourishing the body and cultivating the mind? Is he sure this isn't a pornographic picture he took by mistake?
Pei Xingzhi quickly stuffed the book into the innermost part of the closet. It would be better if Wanwan didn't know about this.
However, in a family, men are naturally no match for women when it comes to hiding something. The home is a woman's territory. Even if a woman doesn't do housework, she will know if you move her shoes even slightly.
Not long after, Meng Wanqiu discovered Pei Xingzhi's hidden possession. She blushed when she opened it. After careful examination, she realized it was a good item, but certainly not a very serious one.
However, the couple endured the shame and started practicing.
It was Meng Wanqiu who suggested this. She often practiced martial arts, but she didn't have any technique suitable for Pei Xingzhi. Now this thing is a bit embarrassing, but the key point is that it can strengthen the body.
A few days later, the disappeared Leng Han came to the doorstep again.
"Captain Leng, distinguished guest, there is nothing that cannot be done in the Sanbao Hall. What can I do for you?"
After leading the person into the house, Pei Xingzhi went to pour tea for him. Meng Wanqiu couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark to Leng Han.
Leng Han glanced at Meng Wanqiu indifferently, not paying attention to her words. Instead, he asked, "Didn't Taoist Master Buxuzi tell you?"
Meng Wanqiu choked. Why didn't he tell her? The letter that Buxuzi left before mentioned that he had sold Meng Wanqiu.
Buxuzi fought for freedom and independence for Meng Wanqiu, but the price was that Meng Wanqiu became a non-staff member and the royal doctor of Leng Han and his team.
Also, Meng Wanqiu needs to provide them with those strange drugs, such as sleeping pills, itching powder, etc.
If there is a request, Meng Wanqiu must cooperate with their actions. If there are any difficult and complicated diseases that cannot be cured by the hospital, Meng Wanqiu must treat them.
Of course, this is not free. Meng Wanqiu also receives a salary, and the cost of pharmaceutical production is also provided by them.
"I told you, so what do you want me to do?"
The weather gradually became cooler, and Meng Wanqiu returned indoors from outdoors. She leaned back, holding her waist with one hand and her belly with the other, looking like a pregnant woman who was having difficulty moving.
Leng Han still had that deadpan expression, his tone flat, "Comrade Meng, you're not feeling well right now, so there's no mission for you to complete. Also, Comrade Meng, you don't need to use honorifics when addressing me."
"Then what are you doing here?" Meng Wanqiu didn't listen to Leng Han's words at all and continued to provoke him. He didn't allow her to call him that, but she insisted on doing it.
Leng Han frowned, not understanding why Meng Wanqiu still called him that.
However, he did not dwell on it. "I came here this time to ask Pei Gong for something. By the way, I want to ask Su Xuan, last time you promised to help him treat his injuries, when are you free?"
Meng Wanqiu didn't ask Pei Xingzhi. After getting to know him over the past few days, she knew his personalities. If they didn't say it clearly, she shouldn't ask about it. Just like Meng Mingxia, it was confidential.
So, she answered the second question directly, "They're all free after get off work and can come over on their days off. Let him choose his own time."
Leng Han nodded, "Thank you."
Meng Wanqiu waved her hand and said, "No, since I have nothing to do, I'll leave first."
Leng Han looked at Meng Wanqiu's leaving back, his lips pursed into a straight line, making his already cold and hard appearance even more serious.
In the yard, Pei Xingzhi saw Meng Wanqiu coming out and asked, "Why did you come out?"
Meng Wanqiu pointed inside and said, "It's your business. It's none of my business."
Pei Xingzhi nodded. "There are still some brown sugar steamed cakes in the pot. I sent some to Brother Zhu's house before. Uncle Feng is not at home. I heard some noise just now. You can send it to Uncle Feng Wanwan."
Meng Wanqiu nodded. "Aunt is about to get off work. I'll take some more over. Aunt Feng likes to eat this."
"Yeah, I'll make it for you after we finish eating." Pei Xingzhi scratched the tip of Meng Wanqiu's nose, and his faint smile was particularly intoxicating.
Feng family.
The house here is similar to Meng Wanqiu's, but the decoration is a little older. Half of the yard is planted with vegetables. The yard is not made of cement, but is paved with pebbles, extending from the door to the eaves.
The courtyard door was wide open, and Meng Wanqiu called out from the door, "Uncle Feng, I'm coming in."
In the room, Uncle Feng lowered his head, holding a photo in his hand. A little boy about five or six years old was sitting on a wooden horse, making scissors hands with his hands. His eyes looking at the camera were clear and full of dependence.
Uncle Feng's wrinkled and calloused fingers slid across the face of the little man in the photo, and his eyes became red and moist.
Hearing the noise outside, Uncle Feng blew his nose and responded loudly: "Here I come, here I come, girl, you are the loudest."
People are all made of flesh and blood. At first, Uncle Feng only liked the couple as young people who he found a little pleasing to the eye. After the couple knew that there were only two elderly people at home, Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng, they often came to bring food, but they didn't do it for free, they always had excuses.
He borrowed a ladder yesterday, picked some vegetables in the yard today, and came to ask something the next time. He said he was young and didn't understand, but after a few visits, the two families became familiar with each other.
Meng Wanqiu and Pei Xingzhi had to go to work in the morning, so they left their pet Xiao Hui to Uncle Feng. They would take the dog for a walk with Uncle Feng early in the morning, and then have breakfast together.
"My voice is not loud at all, Uncle Feng, what are you doing?"
Meng Wanqiu walked into the living room with ease, placed the basket of steamed cakes on the coffee table, then turned on the radio, tweaked the antenna, changed a few channels, and finally landed on a channel that performed opera.
"To save Li Lang——leaving home, who would have thought that he would be the top scorer in the imperial examination——"
As she listened, Meng Wanqiu started singing along, and at this time Uncle Feng also came over.
Seeing Meng Wanqiu's familiar appearance, with a smile in her eyes, she deliberately glared and said, "You little bitch, you treat this place as your home, and I'm still here?"
Meng Wanqiu looked up and noticed that Uncle Feng's eyes were a little red, and she became confused.
What's going on?
Since Uncle Feng didn't say anything, she didn't ask. She would know when the time came. Thinking of this, Meng Wanqiu followed Uncle Feng's words and changed the subject.
She smiled and said, "It's not for nothing that I listen to you. Look, those who come to my house with gifts are not poor relatives who come to beg for money."
Seeing the basket of steamed cakes covered with white cloth, Uncle Feng could already smell the flavor without even looking at it.
After uncovering it, Uncle Feng picked up a piece, took a bite, nodded, and praised: "It tastes good, sweet but not greasy, and has a refreshing fragrance."
Meng Wanqiu came over and boasted to Uncle Feng, "Not bad, isn't it? There's lemon in it. Do you know this kind of fruit?"
Uncle Feng tapped Meng Wanqiu on the forehead. "I've eaten more rice with salt than you've eaten. What's there that I don't know? Is lemon a very sour fruit? It's almost like a tangerine or orange."
Meng Wanqiu nodded. This was the first time she had seen this kind of fruit. She had a box of it at home. Originally, it was a gift from someone else to Bai Fengyao. When Bai Fengyao heard that Meng Wanqiu liked sour food because she was pregnant, he sent it all to her.
Meng Wanqiu didn't know at the time, and Pei Xingzhi wasn't coming back, so she cut one herself and prepared to taste it. The result was a sour taste that made her question her life.
Meng Wanqiu was so stimulated that she started to tremble, her face was distorted, her fingers were curled up, and her head was almost blown off.
When Pei Xingzhi came back, Meng Wanqiu still wanted to play a trick on him, but he saw through her plan at a glance and guessed what stupid thing Meng Wanqiu had done, which made him laugh so hard.
"Adding this lemon juice makes the steamed cake less greasy. Do you like it? I'll send you some next time."
Uncle Feng quickly waved his hands and said, "That's enough. I don't like sweet things. Your aunt has had enough of these. If you eat any more, she might get bad teeth."
Nowadays, there is no such thing as tooth decay, but the concept that eating too much sugar can easily damage teeth has long been deeply rooted in people's minds.
The father and son sat on the sofa, chatting about family matters, taking a sip of tea, tasting sweet snacks, and when they were in the mood, they sang songs along with the radio.
"Oh, Xiaowan is here." Not long after, Aunt Feng got off work. Seeing an old man and a young girl sitting in the living room like a father and daughter, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were filled with smiles.
"Aunt, you're back. Come and try the steamed cake made by Xingzhi. It's still hot." Meng Wanqiu got up and went over to help Aunt Feng take the bag off her shoulder and hung it on the wall.
Then she pulled the person to sit down, picked up a piece of steamed cake and fed it to her mouth. She was as considerate as her own daughter. Aunt Feng couldn't stop smiling.
"Slow down, slow down, I'll do it myself. You're already quite pregnant, so you need to be careful not to bump into anything."
Aunt Feng took Meng Wanqiu's hand and gave her gentle instructions.
Meng Wanqiu nodded, "Don't worry, I'm paying attention."
"That's good, that's good." Aunt Feng glared at Uncle Feng and said, "Old man, did you go fishing by the river again today?"
Uncle Feng argued, "No, I just went out for a walk and played chess with Lao Zhang and the others."
Meng Wanqiu was puzzled and asked, "Uncle Feng didn't go, right? I didn't see anyone fishing after get off work today?"
Moreover, she was very sensitive to the smell of fish and didn't smell it on Uncle Feng.
Aunt Feng rolled her eyes at Uncle Feng and said to Meng Wanqiu, "I've lived with your Uncle Feng for so many years, and I still don't know him."
Most likely he didn't catch anything and was too embarrassed to admit it.
"Xiao Wan, have dinner here today. Auntie will make you something delicious. Call Xingzhi over later."
Meng Wanqiu shook her head. "No need, auntie. I have guests over there. I'm talking to Xingzhi right now. We'll have to see when they finish."
Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng are old, and it would be inconvenient for them to live with the young people, so Meng Wanqiu simply refused.
Meng Wanqiu looked at the sky outside and stood up. "Auntie, let me go back and see if there's anything wrong over there."
"I'll take you there." Aunt Feng made a move to get up, but Meng Wanqiu quickly stopped her.
"It's just a few steps. Auntie, please sit down. I'm fine." Meng Wanqiu waved to the old couple.
However, Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng still went out. When they reached the door, Meng Wanqiu turned around and said loudly, "I'm going over there. You guys should hurry up and cook."
"Okay, okay, watch out for the road." Aunt Feng reminded worriedly.
After they left, the yard instantly became quiet. Aunt Feng stood there without moving. Uncle Feng patted her shoulder and said, "Okay, stop standing there. I'll cook today. What do you want to eat?"
Aunt Feng didn't answer this question, but instead asked, "Tell me, is our Xiaoliang still alive?"
Uncle Feng paused for a long time before he put his arm around Aunt Feng's shoulders and said in a hoarse voice, "He must be alive, somewhere unknown to us, like Wan Yatou and Xingzhi, having a family, a career, and children."
Aunt Feng lowered her head and leaned it on Uncle Feng's shoulder. She was very quiet, but the sadness lingered in her for a long time.
Uncle Feng looked up, his eyes slightly red, his Adam's apple moving up and down, and his hand stroked his old wife's back.
There are no tears because they have all dried up long ago.
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