Chapter 785: Fubao is back?

The relationship between sisters-in-law is particularly harmonious.

"My dear, are you not full when you eat outside? Is the food not to your taste? How come you have lost so much weight? It's a good thing it's snowing today instead of windy. Otherwise, if you were so thin, wouldn't a gust of wind blow away my dear baby?"

Zhang Jinlan touched her granddaughter's face. It was soft to the touch, and she could feel the tender flesh when she grasped it. It was even softer than when she left. But she acted as if she didn't see it and kept saying that Jiang Fubao had lost weight.

"You should take good care of yourself. You must be exhausted from being away. You're finally back. If you couldn't come back for the New Year this year, I'm afraid your grandma would cry while eating the New Year's Eve dinner." Jiang Shoujia teased.

The already bustling Jiang family is now even busier.

A group of people escorted Jiang Fubao into the main hall, and after she sat down, they started asking her about what happened on the way.

Jiang Fubao has gotten used to it. Every time she comes back from a long trip, no matter whether she has gained weight or lost weight, her family always thinks that she has suffered outside. Even if she has gained weight visibly, her family just pretends not to see it.

This kind of concern is no burden to her.

Jiang Fubao happily told his family about what he saw and heard on the road.

At dinner, she ate the dishes prepared by her second sister-in-law and drank the soup cooked by her eldest sister-in-law.

The familiar taste made her feel comfortable all over, and she ate it right away.

It took my mother a long walk with me to help me digest the food.

After washing up in the evening, Jiang Fubao sat by the charcoal stove to dry his hair and then slept in his own small bed.

It was cold, and there was a cloth curtain hanging over the small bed. Xuehuan lowered the curtain and blew out the candle. The yellow lantern outside the window cast the shadow of the window frame on the wall and the curtain.

Jiang Fubao fell asleep listening to Xuehuan's soft snoring.

"Master, Miss Fubao is back and is here to look for you at the county office. I told you that you were out on a case."

Meng Bujiu, who was exhausted, had just returned to the county government office when he heard the news. He was suddenly shocked, and was filled with surprise and regret.

Fubao is back?

If he had known this, he would not have gone out today.

Without any hesitation, he jumped back on his horse and ran out of the city.

"Young Master, Young Master--" No matter how Lingshan called him from behind, he would not turn back.

"Oh, I, the infatuated young master, just hope that Miss Fubao will accept you soon." Lingshan sighed to himself.

"Close the city gates. My Lord will not be back tonight."

He spoke to the officer guarding the city gate.

"yes--"

"Bang!" The officers closed the city gate. The deafening sound reached the ears of Meng Bujiu who had already run some distance away.

He did not turn around or slow down, he even whipped the horse, causing it to speed up.

The gates of Lianshan Town have been closed.

But as the county magistrate, he had the authority to open the city gates.

As soon as Meng Bujiu entered the city, he came to the door of Jiang's house. He did not knock on the door, but dismounted, walked to the alley outside Jiang Fubao's house, and stood across a wall.

With one step, he easily climbed over the wall, but he did not jump down. Instead, he sat on the wall and looked up at the window of Jiang Fubao's house. The lantern hanging on the balcony on the second floor was whistling in the cold wind.

Rocking back and forth.

The snowflakes were still so big. After a while, Meng Bujiu's hands, which were already frozen red, became stiff and his cheeks began to ache.

When he had seen enough, he jumped back, mounted his horse, and returned to his home.

The next day, it was white outside.

Snow covered everything, houses, trees, even the bluestone floor.

Meng Bujiu knew that Jiang Fubao must have been very tired last night and might have slept until noon, so even though he got up early, he did not come to Jiang's house until after dawn.

In winter, the days are shorter than the nights.

At the same time in summer, all the shops on the street are open for business.

Now, only three or five rooms were open. The shopkeeper and the waiter were yawning, looking very sleepy.

Meng Bujiu sat in the main room, waiting for Jiang Fubao. This place was like his second home, so when Zhang Jinlan asked him to have breakfast together, he did not refuse.

Just as he was about to open the tea egg in his hand, Jiang Fubao suddenly appeared.

"Hey, Bujiu, why are you here?" Ever since the address changed, Meng Bujiu never heard those four words again.

But he was very happy.

He would rather Fubao called him and let him off the hook.

"Lingshan said you're back. It just so happened that I hadn't been back to see your grandfather for a long time, so I came back last night. I thought it was too late, so I didn't come to disturb you and let you have a good rest. Did you get enough sleep? You don't look very well, are you tired from the journey?"

Meng Bujiu handed the peeled tea egg to Jiang Fubao.

Jiang Fubao also took it as usual and took a bite.

"It's OK. I'm not too tired. I was busy, but I had a lot of fun. It's just that my butt is almost broken."

Hearing her daughter speak so vulgarly, Zhang Yanzi rolled her eyes at her.

Fortunately, there were no outsiders around.

Otherwise, I'll have to teach her a lesson.

A nice girl, but she speaks more rudely than a man.

"Are you going to the clinic today? Why not rest at home for a few days before going?" Meng Bujiu transformed herself into a little maid, stood up and served Jiang Fubao a bowl of porridge, and placed it in front of her naturally. She also took a small round plate and put some pickled vegetables on it.

Thinking that Fubao loved to eat this fried dough stick, he picked up another dough stick and placed it on the small round plate.

Jiang Fubao only needs to move his mouth throughout the process.

This action stunned the women of the Jiang family.

Especially Zhu Yingqiu and Sun Pingmei, the two sisters-in-law looked at each other and blinked wildly.

Zhang Yanzi looked at the fried dough stick she had just picked up in her hand. She had originally intended to give it to her daughter, but she was a step too late.

She could only put the fried dough sticks on Meng Bujiu's bowl, received a thank you, and left the main room.

She had finished her meal a long time ago, and now she had to go and urge her husband who was still in bed, and talk to him about her daughter's marriage.

Zhang Yanzi's mood was hard to describe. She was happy, but also lonely. She was lonely, but also a little happy.

She has both children in her sight, and she is afraid that her daughter will not blame her because she has feelings for her.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon and my daughter will be nineteen.

It's time to decide.

He is really good. You won’t find anyone as good as him anywhere.

Just because of the way he served his daughter, Zhang Yanzi would not stop the two of them, but her husband could not do that.

Zhang Yanzi got a headache when she thought of her husband crying.

Therefore, it is better to inform your husband in advance, so that he will not be unable to accept it if you decide suddenly.

Zhang Yanzi returned to the second courtyard with a lot on her mind.

In the main hall, Meng Bujiu and Jiang Fubao were eating and chatting: "It's okay, I'm not very tired, and the trip won't tire me out. I'll stay for a while and come back for lunch at noon. What about you, are you going back to Chang'an Town?" Jiang Fubao took a bite of the crispy fried dough stick, raised his head and asked.