Inside Xia Chong Zhai, next to the table.

Fan Yushu firmly held his friend's hand, his expression serious, "Tzuyu, the education I received since childhood does not allow me to waste food."

Zhao Rong smiled, "Then eat it all."

He brushed Fan Yushu's hand away calmly and turned around, "Next. Qian'er, give me the bowl."

Damn, so ruthless. Fan Yushu made a bitter face.

At the side, Xiao Qian'er had already put down the black wine pot. While no one was paying attention, she secretly took a bite of the food and ate it. She sipped it cutely and squinted her eyes with joy.

Seeing Zhao Rong looking at her, she quickly put away her chopsticks.

"Oh~"

Zhao Qian'er handed the bowl over, raised her hand happily, and called out familiarly, "Dinner is ready!"

She rubbed the chopsticks twice with her small hands, then habitually put the thin ends of the chopsticks into her mouth, biting the two chopsticks with her silver teeth, her eyes looking at Zhao Rong who was serving the meal.

Zhao Rong filled Xiao Qian'er's bowl and glanced at Fan Yushu.

"Learn from it, but you are not as good as my Qian'er."

Fan Yushu: “…”

Is this the biggest eater in your family?

Everyone at the table couldn't help laughing.

After teasing his friend, Zhao Rong shifted his gaze as if nothing had happened and glanced at his wife and Xiaoxiao, only to see that they were chatting and laughing again.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Lingfei had already distributed the bowls and chopsticks, and Zhao Rong had also served most of the dinner to everyone at the table, except for Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao.

The two of them were waiting at the end of the line, chatting, and were not in a hurry.

Zhao Rong reached out to them and asked for the bowl with a smile.

Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao stopped talking.

The former turned to look at him.

However, the latter did not go to see Zhao Rong.

Su Xiaoxiao held the chopsticks, picked up the bowl and stood up, wanting to serve herself some rice.

He gave it to Concubine Zhao Ling and didn't compete with her for it.

However, Zhao Rong reached out his big hand and "took" the bowl from her without saying a word.

"Miss Su, let me help you serve it."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and took Concubine Zhao Ling's bowl and served the two girls rice.

Want to run? No way! You little bastard.

Zhao Rong boasted happily in her heart, and subconsciously wanted to glance at a certain stupid little fox demon, just like every time she bullied her and didn't let her run away.

But he held back the next second.

Qingjun is right next to us.

Su Xiaoxiao stood up, lowered her head, and looked at the empty white and tender hands. Her crystal eyes flashed and she pursed her pink lips.

At this time, Zhao Lingfei, who was sitting next to her, glanced at her, reached out and pulled the little fox demon to sit down again.

Concubine Zhao Ling smiled and shook her head, "Let him come."

"oh."

Zhao Rong prepared the meal for Qingjun with ease, and then picked up Su Xiaoxiao's bowl.

He paused and lowered his eyes.

"Miss Su, do you have a big appetite?"

Like Qingjun Qian'er, he had a small appetite, and he knew that on the way to Duyou, Zhao Rong had taught her many customs of the human race, even the correct posture of holding the bowl for eating and using chopsticks.

Before this, the little fox demon who had just run down from the mountain would lick his paws after eating sweet and sour pork ribs... he would lick his fingers and then the plate. He would often cry because of the burns and look at him aggrievedly.

God knows how awkward it was when Zhao Rong and Liu Sanbian took her to the Market Inn for dinner. So along the way, Zhao Rong didn't just teach a little fox demon how to do needlework. Besides, needlework can also exercise flexible fingers, right? It's convenient to pinch chopsticks, so start from the coarse to the fine.

It’s all the same, step by step, from the simplest to the most complex… Thinking of this at this moment, Zhao Rong said to himself.

Su Xiaoxiao never imagined that someone was summarizing and reviewing education with a great sense of accomplishment.

She raised her eyes to look at Zhao Rong who was smiling with his eyes downcast, and said seriously:

"Well, I can't eat much."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, "How can this be possible?"

He paused, glanced at Su Xiaoxiao and shook his head:

"Miss Su, you look so thin and weak, a bit like Qian'er, you have to eat more, why save food?

"Who says that women must be petite and slim to be beautiful? There are thousands of different kinds of beauty. I think plump and fair girls are also very cute. Well, that's what I always tell Qian'er... Just listen to me."

As he said this, Zhao Rong did not stop. He picked up Su Xiaoxiao's bowl, scooped a few scoops of rice into the bowl, then pressed it a few times with the rice spoon, and continued to put in more until it was the same as Xiao Qian'er's.

A full bowl.

Su Xiaoxiao really wanted to say that she no longer wanted to give birth to a fat baby for someone. She just wanted to be thinner and slimmer, so what? She didn't eat more of your rice...

But that woman was by his side, so the little fox demon couldn't say what sounded like a spoiled child.

At this time, everyone was waiting politely for a young Confucian scholar who was secretly happy to serve the last two bowls of rice to Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao, and then they started eating together.

Of course, a greedy girl with peach blossom eyes had already secretly picked up some food, but everyone pretended not to see it and at most responded with a kind smile.

The atmosphere at the table fell into a brief silence before the meal.

Only the clatter of a wooden bench put away by Shopkeeper Zhao and Bingniang after they had lit the oil lamps not far away could be heard in the hall.

Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao, who were waiting for their bowls beside Zhao Rong, held their chopsticks but didn't talk much or look at each other.

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes and glanced at the square-edged wooden chopsticks.

She spread out one palm, placed the two chopsticks in the palm of her hand, covered it with the other hand, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and began to rub the chopsticks.

This action is just like rubbing the chopsticks when washing dishes.

Su Xiaoxiao was bored at the moment and did this subconsciously. But the next second, the sensitive girl suddenly felt that the originally silent atmosphere around her seemed... dead silent in an instant.

Su Xiaoxiao looked up in confusion, and in an instant she met Zhao Lingfei's eyes, who looked up almost at the same time as hers.

And what the little fox demon also saw was... the two bare hands rubbing the chopsticks gently in front of Zhao Lingfei's soft breasts.

She was stunned.

The other people in the lobby looked very strange.

Because Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao were rubbing their chopsticks almost at the same time in front of them a few moments ago, and at this moment, the two women raised their heads and saw each other... and were rubbing their chopsticks in the same manner as the other person.

Su Xiaoxiao: “…”

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

The two girls' eyes fell on each other's hands and chopsticks.

Suddenly, the atmosphere at the table became extremely strange.

Zhao Rong was happily serving food to the two ladies at the same time. As he was about to hand over the bowls, he said with a smile:

"My dear, Miss Su, the meal is ready. Hey, why are you guys..."

He was holding a bowl in one hand and just raised his eyes when he saw this scene. He was stunned for a moment, "... rub... rub the chopsticks."

Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao were staring at each other in a daze. Hearing this, the two girls slowly turned their heads to look at someone.

“…”

Zhao Rong suddenly shuddered and his right eyelid twitched violently.

There is a big "Danger" word above his head!

But before he could react quickly or come up with a solution, one of the two women took the lead in making a move.

Concubine Zhao Ling just glanced at her husband who was in a daze and called out to her softly, then turned back. She lowered her eyes, staring at Su Xiaoxiao's two hands suspended in the air, and the chopsticks that seemed to have stopped rubbing in the palm of her hand.

The autumn-eyed woman pursed her red lips, gently put down the chopsticks in her hand, and then said seriously to the little fox demon in front of her with slightly open eyes:

"Miss Su, you... your fox tribe in the mountains also have this habit before meals?"

Su Xiaoxiao hesitated, "Ah...ah..."

Zhao Lingfei frowned slightly, turned her head and looked at Xiao Qian'er who had stopped eating secretly, and the latter was also slightly stunned.

The little girl Qian'er had a piece of braised pork in her mouth, and she hadn't had time to swallow it yet. There was a little oil stain on the corner of her lips. She puffed up her cheeks and said "hmm" in confusion:

"Su...Miss, this pre-meal habit was taught by a close elder of mine and Miss. It seems to be a custom in her hometown."

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her eyes and pursed her red lips.

Some images flashed through her mind... When she was a child, in front of a sumptuous dining table in the Duke's Mansion, the gentle and optimistic middle-aged woman served rice to three greedy children, and then took her, Rong'er and Qian'er to rub their chopsticks together, and shouted "Dinner is ready" with a smile. The gentle woman looked at the three noisy people with gentle eyes, and from time to time she rubbed the head of the big boy beside her and picked up food for him and them...

At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao put her hands behind her back, and rubbed the ground with one toe under the table.

She bit her pink lips, feeling very nervous, and stammered, "Uh-huh, isn't it..."

Zhao Qian'er tilted her head, glanced at the silent young lady, and then... looked at the calm Brother Rong'er.

Then she turned around, narrowed her bright peach blossom eyes, and continued to examine the fox girl named Su Xiaoxiao on behalf of the two of them, and nodded:

"Yes, that close elder... has been gone for a long time."

There was a pause.

"Well, who taught you that?"

In the quiet hall, Zhao Qianer tilted her head and smiled.

The hand of a certain young scholar holding the rice bowl shook twice.

Su Xiaoxiao: (*﹏