Zhao Rong felt that he still underestimated the scumbag's current speed.

It's as if it's being restrained by the laws of nature in this world.

The weather was sunny and the sky was clear one second ago, and we finished our meal in a happy mood; the next second, dark clouds appeared and a storm was about to come, and we were about to have our last dinner.

At this time, in the left corner of the Xia Chong Zhai hall, because of Zhao Qian'er's questioning and Su Xiaoxiao's hesitation, the atmosphere at the table almost completely froze in just a few breaths.

Because Zhao Rong was serving rice, he was the only one standing at the table.

At this moment, his expression was calm, but he was actually very panicked.

I just felt that I was very conspicuous standing alone, but I didn't dare to sit down suddenly at this moment.

He was staring at the bowl in his hand, and then, imitating the reactions of Fan Yushu, Jia Tengying and others, he opened his eyes wider, and turned his head slightly as if he realized something belatedly, looking at the two girls, Su Xiaoxiao and Zhao Qianer, who were confronting each other.

Then a look of just the right amount of doubt and curiosity appeared on his face.

The scene before him almost made Zhao Rong, who was pretending to have a good expression while anxiously thinking of a countermeasure, unable to hold back.

A little fox demon whose courage was as timid as its name could not stand Zhao Qian'er's oppressive gaze, so it slightly shifted its eyes and dodged.

When people are in a dangerous and unfamiliar environment, they will subconsciously look at familiar things and people who make them feel at ease.

There is no doubt that the person Su Xiaoxiao relies on the most on the field at this moment is Zhao Rong. She will not be able to resist looking at him, and then...

Zhao Rong couldn't help but think of the strange guess that popped up in his mind not long ago.

Qingjun wouldn't really want to murder her husband, right? She'd rather go with Xiaoxiao, kill him and live together forever. My goodness, can't you just... take me with you?

He secretly groaned in his heart... If it really doesn't work, then he can only bite the bullet...

Just when Zhao Rong gritted his teeth and was about to take the worst approach.

"Are you talking about... this?" a woman in Confucian clothes suddenly spoke.

She had been staring at the hot food on the table for a long time. At this moment, she spoke while slowly turning her head with a smile on her lips.

Zhu Yourong pointed to the pair of chopsticks in her hand that also had square edges, placed them neatly on the palm of her hand, then covered them with her other palm and gently rubbed them under the gaze of Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qian'er and everyone else.

She nodded slightly and nodded her chin to indicate to Su Xiaoxiao who was at a loss. "I taught this girl. When I first met her, she was so stupid that she couldn't even hold chopsticks. I taught her step by step, and she learned very quickly."

The woman in Confucian robes looked at Concubine Zhao Lingfei with a smile as gentle and casual as a gentleman. She paused in rubbing the chopsticks with her jade hands, then placed the two chopsticks between her jade fingers and began to turn them casually.

I learned this from Zhao Rong a few days ago. In his previous life, the latter often practiced this pen-spinning technique in seclusion in a foreign language class.

But it is obvious that at this time the woman in Confucian clothes has surpassed her teacher.

Her five fingers were white and the two chopsticks were dancing between her fingers like butterflies.

It attracted everyone's attention in an instant.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked at her for a while, then turned to look at Su Xiaoxiao.

The little fox demon was just breathing a sigh of relief, and when she saw him looking at her, she nodded her head hastily, "Yes, that's right, thank you Mr. Zhu, I'm so stupid, but you've been teaching me patiently, and... you also taught me embroidery, and..."

As if she was afraid that Concubine Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er would not believe her, she poured out a lot of things at once, but in fact they were all taught to him by Zhao Rong.

Zhu Yourong roughly knew Su Xiaoxiao's innocent yet panicked thoughts at the moment, but when she heard her talk about things like 'embroidery and needlework', she couldn't help but frown, wondering in surprise... You can also teach this?

Zhu Yourong wanted to look at someone, but she held back... She actually knew some girlish secrets. Hmm, I'll have to ask her later and seek her advice.

Although she thought so in her heart, she had experienced big scenes before, so she was calm and composed, not showing any emotion. Instead, she picked up a pair of chopsticks, tapped Su Xiaoxiao's head affectionately, and said with a smile:

"Okay, if you keep being so distant with me, I'll beat you up so hard that you'll become a real stupid girl."

After the joke, Zhu Yourong no longer looked at Su Xiaoxiao who was covering her head and keeping silent. Instead, she turned to Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer and took the initiative to say:

"Before coming to Wangquezhou, Xuanji and I went to many places together, walked around and listened, and saw many interesting and strange customs."

She spoke slowly, pausing between words.

"Mr. Zhu, it turns out that you have been to my parents' hometown." At this time, Zhao Rong spoke with a happy look on his face.

Zhao Lingfei and others looked at him sideways. He had stopped talking at the right time. It seemed that he was expressing his emotions, but he didn't say too much information.

Zhu Yourong kept smiling and nodded slightly. Was the close elder mentioned by the two daughters of Concubine Zhao Lingfei one of his parents?

She took the opportunity to think about someone's casual conversation over tea one day...

"Nan Xiaoyaozhou, um, yes, Nan Xiaozhou, right? Isn't it the hometown of Miss Zhao's close elder?"

Zhu Yourong smiled softly at Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

The latter pursed his lips, exchanged glances with Zhao Qian'er, turned around and nodded.

How could he understand me so well? Such a tacit understanding... Although Zhu Yourong had already expected that he would respond quickly, her heart, which was as calm as still water at this moment, could not help but sigh.

Even the youngest female teacher in the academy didn't know what she was sighing about.

It's just that at this moment I suddenly want to write, to calm my mind and calm the waves of melancholy and disappointment in my heart.

But today he has already promised Zhao Rong to help bring a silly little fox demon to dinner so that he can have a peaceful meal with his wife.

It is difficult to refuse a request from a close friend.

At this moment, Zhu Yourong put down his chopsticks and smiled at Yu Huaijin who had been waiting silently, "Xuan Ji, do you still remember the custom of rubbing chopsticks in the area to the north of Nan Xiaoyaozhou?"

Yu Huaijin raised her eyes and glanced at the teacher. She was very reluctant to help a scumbag, but then she remembered the frank words he had spoken to that little girl Su.

Under everyone's gaze, the prim girl pursed her lips and shook her head gently, "I forgot."

Zhu Yourong still smiled, because she didn't really want Yu Huaijin's help, but to bring someone in to increase the persuasiveness and give someone else a chance to interrupt...

"It's normal that you forgot, Brother Yu. After all, I have traveled so far and so many places with Mr. Zhu. My hometown is just one of them." Zhao Rong said to Yu Huaijin with a smile, pretending to comfort him, and finally changed the subject:

"Mr. Zhu has a really good memory. He still remembers it. People in my hometown often rub chopsticks with their hands before meals. My mother said it seems to be good for health.

"There are many acupuncture points on the hands, and chopsticks often have square edges. Rubbing them frequently can massage the acupuncture points..."

Zhao Rong took the opportunity to tell everything he knew in a serious tone.

Zhu Yourong listened with a smile and nodded from time to time.

Everyone, including Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer, listened quietly or curiously and looked at the two of them.

After Zhao Rong finished speaking, Zhu Yourong chuckled and said, "Well, this custom is interesting and makes sense. When I heard about it, I was deeply impressed. Until now, I still try it before every meal."

Su Xiaoxiao thought that she was about to be exposed, but she never expected that Zhao Lang and Mr. Zhu would do such a thing. She stared at this pair of tacit friends in a daze.

At this time, Zhu Yourong stretched out another slender finger, gently poked the stunned little fox demon, and said jokingly:

"But this silly girl, when I taught her how to hold chopsticks, I just mentioned it casually, and she followed it every meal as if it were an imperial decree. She is such a silly girl, but she is also really cute."

"I see, what a coincidence. Qingjun Qian'er and I have been taught by our mother to do this since we were young, so we have become accustomed to rubbing chopsticks. I never thought that I would meet someone similar to me at this meal today. Haha, Miss Su, you must come to eat with Mr. Zhu more often in the future. Qingjun Qian'er and I treat you as one of our own, so don't be shy when you go."

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, then handed the bowl he had been holding for a long time to Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao respectively.

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at him, reached out to take it, and then habitually scooped some of the rice in her bowl into Zhao Rong's bowl, as if she couldn't eat too much.

Although he knew how much she ate, he still gave her a lot of rice every time, and said the same thing about how fatter she was. However, if Zhu Yourong and the others were not present, when they were alone together, Zhao Rong would lean close to her ear and say some sweet words that would make her blush, such as the bigger the cafeteria, the better...

Su Xiaoxiao was covering Bai Jie's forehead with her small hand, which had been lightly poked, and now she lowered her head to take the bowl.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes and glance at Zhao Rong bravely. She always felt that this unfaithful and bad guy had something else to say, but she had already reluctantly agreed to him in the afternoon, so it was not convenient for her to get angry at the dinner table.

"Hmm." The little fox demon responded with a humming sound, his nasal tone was cute.

Not long after, Zhu Yourong took the opportunity to talk about the interesting things she and Yu Huaijin had experienced on the road in other continents, and everyone listened curiously.

Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er listened attentively with their side faces turned, as if they were no longer bothered by Su Xiaoxiao rubbing the chopsticks just now. He felt relieved and couldn't help but give a grateful look to the elegantly spoken woman in Confucian clothes.

But Zhu Yourong didn't even look at him. She continued talking with a calm expression.

The food and dishes were ready, and soon everyone started eating.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei called Bingniang and Shopkeeper Zhao who were at the other end of the hall and invited them to come to the table for dinner. After a lot of persuasion, Bingniang finally agreed. Shopkeeper Zhao, on the other hand, looked nonchalant and didn't mind at all.

After everyone was seated, Concubine Zhao Ling introduced the dishes on the table to Zhao Rong, Zhu Yourong and others.

There was an embarrassed look on her pretty face.

The woman with autumn eyes only knew that most of the dishes on the table were made by Bingniang, but there were a few dishes that she cooked personally. She had recently tried them and followed the recipes carefully. Because she seldom invited people to dinner before, she had only cooked them a few times and at most she had practiced secretly for someone in private.

Concubine Zhao Ling shyly asked everyone not to blame her if the food was not tasty.

Zhao Rong, who was standing by, happened to see Qingjun's clenched hand hidden under the table. He looked calm, but he reached out his hand to cover her hand and squeezed it.

Zhao Lingfei paused, felt the warmth on the back of her hand, and couldn't help but turn her head to her lover.

Everyone saw Zhao Rong picking up the chopsticks with his other hand and taking the lead in tasting all the dishes that Zhao Lingfei had made herself with her delicate hands.

They watched the changes in his expression.

Concubine Zhao Ling held his hand tightly, interlocking their fingers, and stared at Zhao Rong with her autumn eyes, her face full of anticipation.

She used to give people the impression of being cold and arrogant, but now she looked like a weak young wife waiting for her husband to judge her performance.

After Zhao Rong tasted them one by one, he blinked.

After a moment of silence, he looked at everyone calmly and nodded, "Well, not bad, Qingjun's cooking skills have improved a lot."

As he spoke, he took another bite of food, chewed it carefully, and gave a thumbs up.

"Not bad, very much to my taste."

Seeing this, everyone at the table felt relieved and started eating.

Fan Yushu, who knew Zhao Dimei well, was skeptical when he heard the words. But among the crowd, he was the first to pick up the food with his chopsticks.

Seeing everyone being inspired to taste the food, Zhao Rong picked up the water cup beside him with a calm expression and took a big sip of water.

While he was thirsty and drinking water, Fan Yushu and the others finally ate a little, and then...

They looked odd.

Fan Yushu tried several times to swallow the food in his mouth but failed.

Sister-in-law, this is... a long-lost dark dish!

His eyes widened, and he couldn't spit out or swallow.

The others were similar, with varying reactions. On the table, there were sounds of coughing and drinking water.

Concubine Zhao Ling looked around at them with a worried look on her face.

Zhao Rong patted her hands and shook his head to signal her not to think too much. He looked at everyone with a normal expression.

Could the food my wife cooked be poisonous to death? Thinking of this... Zhao Rong took another big sip of water without showing any emotion and took a deep breath.

Well, it’s not like we can’t eat it, right…?

Fan Yushu on the side glared at his friend and said, "You call this an improvement in cooking skills. Wow, Fairy Zhao's cooking skills were not at all before, right? It was only from this meal that she was able to create something from scratch."

It's the difference between zero and one.

Well, that’s a lot of progress indeed.

Under the clear and expectant gaze of Concubine Zhao Ling, Fan Yushu did not want to spit out the food, so he had to work hard to eat the rice. He finally swallowed it and was very grateful to have saved his life...

Xiao Qian'er was eating the dishes made by Bing Niang. She glanced at everyone and snorted and shook her head. "Do you dare to believe what Brother Rong'er said? I am smart. Unless it is a political task for the Zhao family, I will not touch the dishes made by the young lady with my chopsticks..."

Zhao Lingfei seemed to have noticed something, and her expression showed a bit of disappointment, but she hid it the next second, forced a smile, and prepared to stand up and take some plates away, but the next second, the person next to her moved faster than her...

Zhao Rong looked at everyone calmly, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he picked up the chopsticks again, and picked up the dish that his wife had worked hard on. He picked up the rice bowl, and ate it slowly with white rice, nodding from time to time and smiling at the beautiful woman with autumn eyes who was biting her lip beside him.

"This sweet and sour pork ribs is delicious and sweet, but um, add less sugar next time." Zhao Rong raised the corners of his lips, holding the bowl, lowering his eyes, smacking his lips, and then he added seriously, "And shredded ginger."

"Oh, okay... okay." Zhao Lingfei, who had been staring at him in a daze, suddenly reacted and straightened her slender waist instantly.

She held Zhao Rong's left arm tightly, snuggled up to him, looked up, and stared at him.

A bright smile bloomed on Zhao Lingfei's pretty face, "Hmm~"

The tone is sweet and happy.

Everyone watched this scene silently and looked at each other.

Zhu Yourong, who was eating quietly, glanced sideways.

Zhao Qian'er lowered her head to eat, her cheeks puffed out and her peach blossom eyes slightly turned up.

Su Xiaoxiao buried her little head and stared at the white rice in the bowl, as if she was counting each grain, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Fan Yushu on the other side just felt that he was inferior and began to admire someone... No wonder Ziyu could seduce the fairy, there was a reason for it, look at Zhao Dimei's happy expression.

As if she had noticed everyone's gazes, Concubine Zhao Ling wiped the corners of Zhao Rong's mouth with a handkerchief, then she calmed down a little and loosened her hand that was holding Zhao Rong's arm.

Afterwards, the food on the table gradually became empty. Zhao Rong was eating most of the dishes made by Concubine Zhao Ling in an orderly manner, while others would occasionally take a bite.

In fact, Zhao Rong felt that as long as it was Qingjun’s dish, he wouldn’t dislike it.

Because so is she.

Well, and during the day, in the north room of Dongli Cottage, he had eaten the dishes from the first and second canteens and the newly opened spotless third canteen. As the saying goes, time flies like an arrow. What does it mean? It means that time is more precious than gold, and gold cannot buy time...

Right now, if Xiaoxiao and everyone else were not present at this moment, just like what Shopkeeper Zhao said not long ago, Zhao Rong would have to give Qingjun a few words and introduce some profound idioms to her.

Then let Qingjun hit him hard. For a man, the most beautiful scene is the gentleness of a woman when she lowers her head, and her shy and blushing look... It's worth it if he can get this in return.

At this time, Concubine Zhao Ling held the bowl gently, with her little finger holding the chopsticks slightly curled up. She carefully picked up the food from the plate, put it into her mouth, and took small bites, chewing slowly.

She eats very elegantly and quietly.

Concubine Zhao Ling had no idea that her husband beside her would only think about cherishing and lamenting about the passing time while eating dinner, and even thought about saying something to her...

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little confused when she saw Zhao Rong glancing at her lips and teeth as she chewed food, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

She seemed to remember something and took the initiative to find Su Xiaoxiao, who was eating quietly, and started talking to her.

"Miss Su, from what you said, Qiantang Mountain is in the south, just like my hometown Dachu. It seems to be very far away from Duyou City."

Concubine Zhao Ling paused for a moment, put down the bowl and smiled, "Miss Su, why did you come all the way to Duyou City?"

"Look for grandma." Su Xiaoxiao said without thinking.

"Looking for someone..." Zhao Lingfei whispered, paused, and did not ask who the great-grandmother she was talking about was.

Su Xiaoxiao still remembered what had just happened and was afraid that something might go wrong if she talked too much. However, if she told Zhao Lingfei directly not to talk to her anymore, the little fox demon would not be able to be fierce.

She thought about it, raised her head, and said to Concubine Zhao Ling very seriously:

"Well, I'm going to eat."

"Oh, ok."

The latter responded with a faint smile.

The little fox demon buried his head in his meal.

Zhao Rong, who was eating leisurely and daydreaming, noticed the noise and immediately became alert.

There are so many people at the table, why is Qingjun chatting with Xiaoxiao again!

He always felt that if he continued chatting like this, something bad would happen, but fortunately Xiao Xiao...

However, the next second!

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly said again:

"By the way, did you come to Duyou City alone?"

Su Xiaoxiao, who was eating her meal and pretending to be an ostrich: (*﹏