Chapter 821 Protest is invalid
"What a nice smell!" Zhou Yuqing followed the aroma to the kitchen and saw a tray of tender buns on the stove. His eyes lit up: "Buns for breakfast!"
He shook off his sleepiness and went to the dining room to wait.
Zheng Zhiyuan, Wang Guoping, Liu Yutang and Song Zhishu arrived one after another.
Every time someone came in, Zhou Yuqing would say, "Let's have buns this morning!"
Apart from him and Song Zhishu, the rest of the family didn't have high requirements for food, so they nodded indifferently and moved a chair to sit down.
Zheng Zhiyuan looked haggard and had a decadent temperament.
Liu Yutang saw that he was not in a good state and wanted to persuade him but didn't know how to say it.
They all knew that Zheng Zhiyuan's wife was not dead. She was rescued by Xiaorou and Jiang Xiaozi and placed in another yard.
Zheng Zhiyuan went to the yard every day these days, but Ruan Tingwen didn't see him.
Several people wanted to persuade him, but they didn't know how.
Wang Guoping carefully asked, "When will Liping have a holiday?"
Zheng Zhiyuan: "The day after tomorrow."
"Did you tell him that Tingwen is still alive?"
Zheng Zhiyuan shook his head: "Not yet. I'll tell him the day after tomorrow."
Seeing that he knew what was going on, Wang Guoping stopped trying to persuade him.
Liu Yutang asked Song Zhishu, "When will Xiao Tang come back?"
"Soon. She said she'll be back soon after attending Zhen Zhenzhu's 100-day celebration."
There was a sewing basket on Song Zhishu's legs, and in it was a pair of embroidered tiger-head shoes. They were exquisite and small, embroidered with gold thread, and looked like a work of art.
She is embroidering a second pair and plans to send them to her two children when they learn to walk.
The atmosphere in the dining room became much better when the two little babies Zhenzhen and Zhuzhu were mentioned.
At this time, Leng Po came in with a tray of food.
Zhou Yuqing had been looking forward to the buns for a long time. He stared at the plate with bright eyes. If he hadn't pursed his lips, his saliva would have flowed for three miles.
The plate was put down, white steam spread out, and the aroma of pastries filled the air.
Zhou Yuqing was anxious. He reached out and grabbed one. Before eating, he took a look and was stunned: "What is this?"
Leng Po: "Mantou."
"Nonsense, of course I know this is steamed buns, where are the baozi?"
Leng Po took away the plate and replied in a serious tone, "No buns."
"Nonsense!" Zhou Yuqing was so angry that he almost jumped up from his chair. "When I came here this morning, I clearly saw the buns. The pleated buns were stuffed! They were right on the stove. I saw them clearly."
Leng Po suddenly understood and nodded: "There are indeed buns, but that is Miss Ye's breakfast, and yours is steamed buns."
"..." Zhou Yuqing was about to cry out of grievance: "This is discriminatory treatment! I want to protest!"
He was about to call on everyone to protest with him, but when he turned around, the others were already holding steamed buns and porridge and eating them.
Wang Guoping met his old friend's gaze, shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm already thankful that Jiang can cook for us."
Liu Yutang was not particular about food. He advised Zhou Yuqing to stop making trouble: "What's the difference between steamed buns and dumplings? As long as they can fill your stomach, that's fine."
Zheng Zhiyuan was in a bad mood and only drank two mouthfuls of porridge.
Zhou Yuqing's last look was towards Song Zhishu.
Song Zhishu put down the bun in his hand and advised: "I still have some meat shop run by the mute woman, I'll give you some."
Isolated and helpless, Zhou Yuqing sat down angrily, biting the steamed bun in his hand, missing the mute woman from the bottom of his heart.
The sixty-first day since the mute woman’s absence: I miss her.
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When Jiang Chen entered the bedroom, Ye Rou was still asleep. She was lying on her side, and her exposed neck, arms, and calves appeared a lustrous white in the dimly lit room, like mutton-fat jade, and felt warm to the touch.
She was sleeping soundly, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
The bedroom with the doors and windows closed was stuffy, and the fragrance from her body was so tempting that it made people's mouths water and their teeth itch.
Jiang Chen closed the door quietly.
In her sleep, Ye Rou felt that she was tightly wrapped by a sticky thing, the hot and humid breath sprayed in her ears, and the hot and intensive kisses were particularly annoying.
Ye Rou opened her eyes angrily, and what she saw was an extremely handsome face with a straight nose, high brows, slightly sunken eye sockets that were particularly deep, thin eyelids and deep wrinkles. When he lowered his eyes to look at people, there was no humanity in his eyes, and his gaze was very cold.
Only when he was with Ye Rou would he show a hint of gentleness, smiling lovingly and saying, "It's time to get up."
Ye Rou didn't want to get up and found him annoying. She pushed him away angrily and wanted to get under the quilt.
The man held her waist tightly to prevent her from hiding.
Ye Rou's stubborn temper came up and she struggled wildly, but suddenly she felt something hot and her body froze.
The man's hot breath sprayed in his ear: "Okay, don't get up, I'll sleep with you."
Ye Rou gave a stiff laugh: "I'm awake, I'm not sleepy anymore, I'm so hungry, let's go eat!"
She crawled two steps out, but was grabbed by the waist and pulled back by a big hand.
The man smiled teasingly: "No rush."
Ye Rou was dragged back into the quilt, leaving a series of weak scratches on the back of the silk.
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