69 Leisurely Life
"I just want to kiss you."
Winter Solstice, sunny.
As the saying goes, "One sunny day on the Winter Solstice, rain and snow on the Spring Festival." The sun is shining brightly outside, but the guys inside are complaining bitterly, all of them are worried that they will have a hard time walking home on New Year's Eve.
Their chatter was drowned out by the clatter of customers ordering their food, blending in with the subtle clatter of pots and pans. In the middle of the shop stood a large fireplace for warmth, its occasional crackling sparks adding a touch of homely warmth to the room.
Tian Nongxi listened attentively for a while, turned over his already warm palm, and warmed the back of his hand evenly.
She lowered her eyes to look at the flying sparks and decided to close all the shops under her name for ten days before and after New Year's Eve.
After doing the math, there is still about one million left to the goal. Although I promised Shen Yihao that I will no longer make a fortune by "franchising", as long as these shops are run well and nothing goes wrong, I will make enough money to leave sooner or later.
After realizing that he was destined to leave, Tian Nongxi began to consciously slow down his pace, admiring the unknown little flowers blooming in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, rejoicing when his favorite six-pointed star snowflake fell on his shoulder, sleeping until noon, stretching himself in the warmth, and waiting for the meal to be served to his mouth, like an idle person with nothing to do.
She stared at Wen Tingluan's face in a trance for longer and longer periods of time. Sometimes, as she stared, she felt as if she were in a dream, unable to distinguish the truth from the falsehood of the world. She was afraid that if she closed her eyes and opened them again, she would find herself in an unfamiliar place, with a new identity, and an inexplicable being telling her to do something, otherwise - she would die.
Her shoulders, no longer heavy but unable to straighten up due to all kinds of wild imaginations, Tian Nongxi sat huddled in front of the fire, feeling the cold chill from behind. She subconsciously turned her head, and her vision was briefly shrouded in darkness.
Wen Tingluan sat down beside her and carefully tucked a mink cloak over her shoulders.
Amidst the fluffy black fur, Tian Nongxi looked up at him, "Are you going out?"
Wen Tingluan tied the laces loosely, his brows curved, "It's a rare sunny day, let's take a walk, okay?"
"Okay." Tian Nongxi nodded naturally.
Without the help of King Qi and others, the Sukjin tribe was unable to recover and retreated back to the outside of the Great Wall a few days ago.
Wen Tingluan had nothing to do, so he claimed to be a son-in-law and stayed in Xiling Town. Not only did the shop assistants know him, but even the regular customers who came to eat there would greet him.
He was handsome and dressed elegantly, and people often tried to find out his identity through conversation.
Wen Tingluan always just smiled and replied, "My wife bought it." It seemed as if he was asking: Doesn't your wife buy it for you?
As time went by, no one bothered to bother him anymore, but because of his words, the identity of Tian Nongxi became more and more convincing.
When she learned from her clerk that she was the only daughter of a wealthy Jiangnan businessman and that this shop was just the smallest of his numerous businesses, Tian Nongxi glared at Wen Tingluan with bared teeth. He smiled and put his arm around her waist, saying, "You're not exaggerating. My wife has gone to great lengths to support a frail scholar like me. I've grown old at a young age."
Tian Nongxi: "..." She reached out to brush away the snowflakes on her head, and her jet-black hair silently accused the person in front of her of being blind.
The man who came to buy the deal said with some envy: "Who told you to be so beautiful, alas."
"To serve a man with one's beauty, love fades when beauty fades." Wen Tingluan said seriously, "I apply Snow Skin Cream every day before going to bed and after waking up to ensure that my skin is smooth and plump, which pleases my wife."
Looking at the man in front of him who was amazed and wanted to write down the address of the Snow Skin Cream store, Tian Nongxi said: "..."
From that day on, there would be a long queue like centipede in the store every day, and they would come to Master Lin to ask for the way to maintain the love between husband and wife.
Some of these people were shameless and had to sit down and order two dishes after asking, adding some people to the shop. Tian Nongxi turned a blind eye and pretended not to know that she had become the eldest daughter of a wealthy family who had been fickle and now loved only one man.
She felt that Wen Tingluan had no real talent or knowledge in this area, but those who came to seek advice always left with a smile of benefit on their faces.
Tian Nongxi couldn't help but look at Wen Tingluan who was warming himself by the fire with his eyes lowered, and wondered who would believe what this man said?
"Mr. Lin, what did you say to them?" She leaned over and nudged Wen Tingluan's shoulder.
"Hmm?" Wen Tingluan came back to his senses, pondered for a moment and whispered in his ear, "Kiss me."
Tian Nongxi, who was waiting wholeheartedly for the "true scripture": "?"
She looked at the calm Wen Tingluan in disbelief, and was defeated by the latter's deliberately wide eyes. She glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, then kissed him on the cheek.
Wen Tingluan narrowed his eyes slightly, cleared his throat and said, "Look at me."
"That's it?"
"Um."
"I can think of a bunch of things like this. Why should they believe you?"
"Ahem." Wen Tingluan put his fist to his thin lips and faked a cough, a smile overflowing from his eyes. "Because your husband is a sickly scholar, you can't disbelieve what scholars say."
Just as the words fell, a little girl with two small pigtails on her head ran up to them, raised her hand and struggled to pass the book in her hand to Wen Tingluan's thigh, stammering: "Mr. Lin, my sister can't understand this. She was scolded by the teacher and her eyes are swollen from crying. Please, please, Mr. Lin, save my sister, wuwuwu wawawa——"
She spoke softly, but her tears felt as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was cracking. Tian Nongxi felt countless gazes coming from all directions, and her back felt like it had been burned with several holes. She quickly pulled the little girl over and wiped her tears, saying softly, "Be good, Anan, don't cry, don't cry. Master Lin knows how to do it, so let's stop crying for now."
Wen Tingluan came back from the counter with a pen, wrote a few words, handed them to the little girl, and said, "Don't cry, take it back and show it to your sister."
Only after the little girl's sobs subsided did her father finally arrive. He scolded the child in a low voice, took her hand, and smiled apologetically at Tian Nongxi, "I'm sorry for disturbing Shopkeeper Tian and Master Lin. Don't you know that Shopkeeper Tian and Master Lin are newlyweds and deeply in love? And yet you come here to disturb their peace."
Tian Nongxi: “…”
She opened her mouth and explained weakly: "No, no, actually it's not..." But she closed her mouth again when the man looked at her with an expression that said I understand everything.
The man took the little girl away.
Wen Tingluan played with her fingers and asked in a low voice: "Xiaoxi, can I braid your hair before you go out?"
He had never asked before, and usually just covered her hair directly. Tian Nongxi was too lazy to do anything else and just let him do whatever he wanted.
She paused nodding, then suddenly asked, "What style?"
"Like Anan."
The two soaring chirps of the little girl just now flashed through his mind, and Tian Nongxi seemed to be choked by something. After a while, he replied dryly: "I can't bear to let you work hard."
A soft laugh escaped from Wen Tingluan's throat, like a feather falling on his heart, making his heart itch. Tian Nongxi propped up his face to look at him, attracted by the almost imperceptible curve of his mouth. He reached out and lifted the corner of his mouth upwards, saying seriously, "It looks better this way."
Wen Tingluan nodded, "I'll make a note of it."
A whisper came from somewhere behind him: "Brother Wang, please write this down!"
"I've got it, I've got it!"
Tian Nongxi: “…”
She turned her head suspiciously, only to see two men toasting each other. They were dressed like scholars, with a small piece of open book sticking out from their legs.
Wen Tingluan saw her looking over and said, "I didn't ask them to keep an eye on you and me." He stood up and walked over there.
"Wait." Tian Nongxi's eyes fell on the two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and one soup on the table. "Forget it, forget it. It's not easy for anyone."
She pulled Wen Tingluan back to sit by the stove, said "Oh" as if she remembered something, walked to the counter, bent down and rummaged through the drawer for a long time, and nodded with satisfaction after finding several envelopes and some pieces of letter paper.
Wen Tingluan walked over, handed her the brush he had just put away, and asked what she wanted to do.
Tian Nongxi tiptoed mysteriously and whispered in his ear, "Notify the people in other shops to have a holiday for the New Year."
"Hmm?" Wen Tingluan was about to ask again, but Tian Nongxi, worried that he might let something slip, pulled him over. In his haste, he was a little rough, and the corner of his lips brushed against his earlobe.
Tian Nongxi explained in a whisper, "I'll tell them tonight. I'm afraid they'll be so happy that they'll treat us like dishes."
Bumping into her shiny black pupils, Wen Tingluan raised his eyebrows and smiled, saying "OK" softly.
His stare made her feel uneasy. Tian Nongxi unconsciously took two steps back, and her waist almost hit the counter, but was blocked by Wen Tingluan's hand.
"What's wrong with me?" Tian Nongxi put one hand on Wen Tingluan's forearm and touched his face randomly with the other hand.
Wen Tingluan shook his head and said softly: "I just want to kiss you."
"You're really a bit of a jerk now, Wen Tingluan." Tian Nongxi's earlobes flushed crimson, and she subconsciously looked around. Seeing that the two people were gone, she lowered her voice and said, "I'm a bit of a jerk." She said his name word by word, with a threatening tone.
Wen Tingluan tasted the sweetness and said seriously, "This is the first time Xiaoxi called my name."
"Really?" Tian Nongxi didn't believe it.
Wen Tingluan nodded, and Ruifeng's eyes drooped, "Xiaoxi, don't you remember?"
His brows were slightly furrowed, and even the corners of his mouth, which had just turned up, were obviously turned downwards, making him look sad.
"Of course I remember! Why do you miss me so much? I remember everything about you, okay?" Tian Nongxi said in surprise with his mouth wide open.
She leaned in and kissed his other cheek, patted him soothingly, "Don't be sad, this doesn't look good."
"Xiaoxi really only loves my face."
"How is that possible!" And her figure, Tian Nongxi was really surprised.
"Putting aside your face and figure, I still love you." She swore solemnly.
Wen Tingluan raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently, not knowing whether he believed it or not. He picked up the pen and wrote a letter for her and sent it away, leaving Tian Nongxi alone feeling a little frustrated at being misunderstood.
She ran to his left and right like a little bee, but said nothing.
After a long moment, Wen Tingluan put down his pen, stuffed the letter into the envelope, and said with a frown, "Xiaoxi is fine no matter what, no matter...wherever she is."
Tian Nongxi quickly replied: "You too!"
"Yes." Wen Tingluan's cold eyes melted, but were frozen into ice by the snow outside. He said solemnly, "Xiaoxi, you don't have to swear."
"That's not fair." Tian Nongxi replied.
When closing the shop, Tian Nongxi explained his vacation arrangements to the shop assistants, and he almost got carried out and paraded through the streets by the ecstatic crowd.
The new chef was so frightened that he couldn't even hold the spatula steadily. His teeth were yellowed from years of dealing with oil smoke and it took him a long time to recover. He didn't recover until the knowledgeable waiter next to him told him, "Our boss is not short of money."
The serious middle-aged man smiled so hard that his eyes were wide open. At the banquet before leaving, he pulled Tian Nongxi to calculate how long it had been since he had seen his wife and children on New Year's Eve.
There is so little she can do.
After the guys left, Tian Nongxi stood on the roof of the house, holding his chin and looking at the moon, sighing worriedly.
Wen Tingluan tilted his head to look at her and confirmed that she was brighter than the bright moon.
【Author’s words】
Wen Tingluan would get up every morning and look in the bronze mirror: "Good morning, my husband, Tian Nongxi."
The expression on my face when I was following the plot: ^_-
The expression on my face when I'm eating CP: o(^▽^)o
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