"It's nothing serious, just a bruise. I'm a bit tired from walking all the way and I didn't have breakfast. Brother Yan, I'm also a little thirsty." Sun Xiangxiang took out a handkerchief and wiped her forehead, raising her little finger.
The voice sounded somewhat weak.
"Okay, I'll get you a table. You can sit down and rest for a bit."
"Green hills—"
"Green hills—"
"Bring breakfast to the table, just like I had this morning," Yan Hecheng quickly called out to the servants.
Qingshan had just arrived at the manor last month. He was responsible for tending the flowers and plants. He was a bit old, twenty-nine, but he was honest and dutiful. He had been doing farm work since he was a child and also knew how to raise fish. He was deeply loved by Yan Hecheng. Yan Xia simply let Qingshan live in the servants' quarters in the first courtyard to serve Yan Hecheng.
Therefore, in just one month, Qingshan jumped from the lowest-ranking servant to the second-ranking servant.
His rapid promotion was the envy of many.
"Yes, sir." Qingshan heard Yan Hecheng call him and ran over from the side. After listening to the instructions, he retreated.
Before long, breakfast was laid out on the stone table: meat buns, sweet soy milk, scallion pancakes, shredded chicken and tofu pudding, and three side dishes, with a cup of tea on the side.
It's just a simple breakfast, yet there are so many different options.
Sun Xiangxiang's eyes turned bloodshot.
How wonderful it would be if she could experience this kind of life.
Worried about being discovered, Sun Xiangxiang lowered her head and rubbed her eyes.
"Mrs. Sun, eat while it's hot, don't go hungry." After all, she was injured because of him, and he even specially brought her fish. Yan Hecheng, who was kind-hearted, was very concerned about Sun Xiangxiang's health.
"Okay, I'll eat it. Thank you, Brother Yan." Sun Xiangxiang spoke with a nasal tone as she picked up the tofu pudding and ate it in small bites.
She wanted to act pitiful to Yan Hecheng in an attempt to arouse his protective instincts, but Yan Hecheng turned around and went into the house.
When he came out, he had half a bowl of fish food in his hand.
Yan Hecheng carried the fish food to the tank and began feeding the newly arrived fish.
Sun Xiangxiang was speechless.
So all her acting was for nothing.
In order to move into the house, Sun Xiangxiang gritted her teeth and swallowed her anger. She thought she would stay a little longer, so she slowed down her eating.
She chewed the bun seventy or eighty times, until it almost melted in her mouth, before finally swallowing it.
Farmers always eat very quickly.
Yan Hecheng was no exception.
After feeding the fish, he waited another fifteen minutes and saw that Sun Xiangxiang was still eating.
I was getting a little impatient waiting.
But since they are guests, you can't just rush them to eat.
Yan Hecheng couldn't stay idle. When he got bored, he simply squatted in the courtyard and pulled weeds.
It's incredibly down-to-earth.
After about half an hour, Sun Xiangxiang finally couldn't dawdle any longer. Her breakfast had gotten cold, so she put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, took a sip of lukewarm tea, and said to Yan Hecheng, "Thank you for your hospitality, Brother Yan. I'm full."
"Okay, as long as you're full, that's fine. It's almost noon, can you still eat? If you can, why don't you stay for lunch..." Yan Hecheng continued to politely persuade them to stay.
"No need, I'm already full. I'm so sorry to have brought you a fish dish; I'm actually taking advantage of you, Brother Yan. How about this, I'll invite you to Fulai Restaurant another day. My youngest son works there, and the food there is really good. Brother Yan, you must do me the honor of coming. Look, you gave me such an expensive dress; if you don't come, I won't be able to sleep. My two sons also want to thank you in person."
Sun Xiangxiang mentioned Fulai Restaurant for the second time.
"Okay, I'll definitely go then." She mentioned clothes.
Yan Hecheng felt a pang of heartache for a second.
Let's eat then. How much can a meal cost?
Let's just say he paid eighteen taels for this meal.
Yan Hecheng gritted his teeth and agreed.
The two chatted for a while longer before Sun Xiangxiang took her leave.
If she stays for lunch, she'll really be shameless.
"Dad, who came at noon?"
We had lunch in the second courtyard.
Yan Xia asked casually.
"Oh, the woman Dad bumped into yesterday brought him fish this morning. Dad saw she was exhausted and hadn't eaten breakfast, so he let her stay for a meal. But, do people in town eat so slowly? Good heavens, she ate for almost an hour, and the breakfast was all cold. Even our chickens pecked faster than her. Oh dear, thank goodness our family isn't like that."
Yan Hecheng felt a surge of anger rising within him whenever he thought of Sun Xiangxiang's indecisive manner.
She wasn't eating; it was a good thing there wasn't any rice, otherwise she would have been counting the grains.
"Hey, Dad, you've got a romantic encounter! Isn't that aunt pretty?" Yan Xia raised her eyebrows, teasing him.
"You naughty girl, what nonsense are you talking about? What romantic encounter? I just accidentally bumped into her. Sun is indeed quite pretty. Don't call her aunt anymore. I think she's only a few years older than you. By the way, I told her to call me Uncle Yan, but she insisted on calling me Brother Yan. It makes me feel uneasy."
Yan Hecheng shuddered involuntarily as he recalled Sun Xiangxiang's voice.
"About my age? Dad, you should avoid associating with her in the future. If her husband misunderstands, you won't be able to explain yourself." Hearing this, Yan Xia frowned.
He's a few years older than her, but he's not even forty yet.
At her age, why would she be so attentive to her father?
She never viewed her own family through a filter. Although Yan Hecheng has changed drastically, his aged skin still looks old.
It's nothing more than transforming from a decrepit old man into a wealthy gentleman.
Is that all it takes to attract someone her own age?
They're either greedy for money or risk their lives.
"Her husband died, she's a widow. But you're right, I'd better not associate with her anymore. Sigh, I should have known better than to agree to go out to dinner with her. I was just thinking I could eat as much as I could, but those eighteen taels really hurt my wallet."
Even if a farmer who has been poor all his life becomes rich, he will still be stingy.
Yan Hecheng achieved this.
"Dad, she wouldn't have taken a fancy to you, would she? Otherwise, why would she be so attentive to you, bringing you fish and inviting you to dinner? Let me make this clear: Dad, if you want to remarry, I have no objection, but the person has to pass my test. Looks don't matter, the most important thing is character. She can't be a troublemaker."
Yan Xia was unsure of Yan Hecheng's meaning.
She could only give a heads-up.
In order to prevent my father from actually wanting to get married and bringing back a troublesome child, which would destroy the father-daughter relationship we had just repaired.
She couldn't tolerate rat droppings in her house.
"Hey, you brat, what nonsense are you talking about? How old am I? Do you think I'm capable of getting married? Do you think I'm some young man? Spare me! What would I do with this old body of mine if I brought home a wife? Just to sit on the table and look at her?" Yan Hecheng was already on his deathbed.
That thing is practically useless.
Marrying a wife?
He married because he was mentally ill; he finally escaped his previous hellish life and wanted to live a little longer.
Live until the dumpling grows up.
He lived until her wedding day.
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