Zhang Siyuan and Ling Chufeng had not been in the capital for half a year. Now they got together again because of the little princess's full moon banquet, and they made an appointment to drink tea and chat together.
Cui Hao: "I haven't seen you two for a long time. What have you been doing?"
Zhang Siyuan: "I went to Shangyong Prefecture and inspected the business in the south. Your father also asked you about it."
Cui Hao: "Did you see my dad?"
"What you said is true. After going to Shangyong Mansion, you must visit your uncle. Your uncle and aunt care about you very much. I hope everything is going well for you."
After hearing this, not only Cui Hao, but also Song Boyan and the others missed the people and things in Shangyong Mansion very much. That was where they had lived since childhood, and they had not been back for two or three years.
Cui Hao: "The capital is too far from Shangyong. We are all serving as officials in the imperial court. It's not easy to go back. Let's not talk about this anymore. Where have you been, Brother Ling, for the past six months?"
Ling Chufeng: "I went back to Feixue Villa."
Zhang Siyuan knew that since Ling Chufeng came to the capital, he seldom returned to Feixue Villa except on his mother's death anniversary. He even seldom went back during the Chinese New Year. This time he actually went back for such a long time. No one knew what had happened.
Ling Chufeng looked down at the teacup in his hand. He returned to Feixue Villa not only to see his mother, but also to find a quiet place to think about his own affairs. He thought that after not seeing each other for half a year, he should be able to let it go. However, he did not expect that he would come back to attend the little princess's full moon banquet. As soon as he saw Wang Yu, the longing that he had suppressed for half a year surged up crazily. However, he did not dare to look at him again, for fear that he would lose control.
They chatted until very late before leaving. Zhang Siyuan accompanied Ling Chufeng back home. "Are you going back to see your mother this time?"
Ling Chufeng nodded. He knew Zhang Siyuan was worried about him, so he said in a relaxed tone, "By the way, teach those two little ones some martial arts. You know, every time I go back, they always pester me."
The two little ones Ling Chufeng mentioned were a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, born to his father and the wife of the manor owner. Strangely enough, these two little ones liked to follow Ling Chufeng around since they were little.
Zhang Siyuan wanted to ask something else, but looking into Ling Chufeng's eyes, he didn't know what to ask. Feixue Villa? There was nothing there worth missing except his mother. Feelings? He didn't know what Ling Chufeng was thinking right now, and he didn't know how to ask.
The two walked in silence all the way. When they finally parted ways, Zhang Siyuan said, "Chongguang, you and I haven't been in the capital for half a year. Let's go see the teacher tomorrow."
"good."
As if he was worried, Zhang Siyuan added, "Chongguang, nothing is more important than yourself."
"Yes, I know." Ling Chufeng looked at Zhang Siyuan's concerned eyes and smiled, "Brother, what are you thinking about? I've already figured it out. Don't worry, I'll come to you tomorrow."
"Okay, let's go."
October 2nd was Dabao’s birthday. Since Wang Yu was busy writing a book, he just had a simple birthday celebration for him, with a cake from Chen Yanwen’s family as usual.
Ever since Chen Yanwen asked Wang Yu about opening a shop at the beginning of the year, it turned out that Chen's father had already had this idea and had even picked a shop. Because the items in the shop were novel, the business was very good, and the tea and snack shops were also very popular. The shop was opened in full swing in the capital.
According to Chen Yanwen, the princess also likes to eat snacks in the shop. Although they are not as exquisite as the food in the palace, there are still many differences.
When Dabao was five years old, Wang Yu talked to Song Boyan about finding a teacher for him after he finished writing his book. Song Boyan's son Shitou was also four years old. If they wanted to find a teacher, they could go together. The two of them had no idea for a moment and didn't know which elementary school was good, so they decided to ask around first.
After finishing the compilation of the Five Classics in November, Wang Yu planned to take a break. He hadn't taken Cheng Chen and the others out to play for a long time. When he returned home from his shift, Wang Yu didn't see Cheng Chen in the house, so he went to the study. Sure enough, he saw Cheng Chen, who was counting at the desk and didn't notice Wang Yu coming in.
It wasn't until Wang Yu came closer that she noticed, put down the abacus, and said with a smile: "My husband is back."
"Well, is Achen busy?"
"Don't worry, it will be done soon. The shop hasn't received many orders these days, so I'll sort it out." The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the shop has received many orders for the New Year.
"I'm going to Muxiu in a couple of days. Is there anywhere you and Dabao want to go? I want to go out and have some fun."
Hearing that her husband wanted to go out with her, Cheng Chen's eyes sparkled as she asked, "Shall we go to the Qingyuan Street Night Market?"
I didn't expect that Cheng Chen wanted to go to the night market we went to last time. I took Cheng Chen there in the summer, and I don't know what the night market is like in winter. Since Cheng Chen wants to go, I will take him there. Wang Yu can go to the night market when he is off duty, without having to wait for Mu Xiu Ri.
"Okay, then there's no need to wait for Mu Xiu. I can go after I get off duty tomorrow."
The night market on Qingyuan Street is open only on even-numbered days. Tomorrow happens to be an even-numbered day, so I'll take Cheng Chen and Dabao there for a stroll.
It was the second day of work. It gets dark early in winter and the sun was about to set before the hour of Xu. Wang Yu and the others packed up and set off for the night market. When the three of them arrived, all the stalls were set up and hung with lanterns, making the entire street brightly lit. Everything was for sale.
Although it was winter, there were still quite a few people strolling around the night market. Wang Yu asked the owner of the sugar painting stall to make a sugar painting of a monkey for Dabao. Cheng Chen held Dabao's hand and let him walk in the middle, looking around as he walked. If he saw something interesting, he would stay to take a closer look.
When they reached the middle, Cheng Chen faintly smelled the fragrance of osmanthus, but why was there osmanthus at this time? She turned her head and asked Wang Yu: "Husband, do you smell the fragrance of osmanthus?"
Wang Yu nodded. He could also vaguely smell something, mixed with the aroma of meat. The two followed the smell to the stall. It turned out to be a food stall with the words "Osmanthus Chicken Soup" written on it.
The soup in the pot was still steaming on the stove, and there were two rows of coarse porcelain bowls stacked next to it, which looked very clean. The stall owner was a young couple. There were three tables next to the stall, and two people were already sitting there drinking soup. Cheng Chen smelled the fragrance and wanted to have a bowl too.
Wang Yu knew Cheng Chen wanted to eat by looking at him, so he asked the stall owner for three bowls. The soup was made with dried osmanthus and chicken. The soup was white, and the stall owner sprinkled some chopped green onions on it, which made it look better. Wang Yu and Cheng Chen found a table and sat down. Dabao could already eat by himself, so he just told him not to get burned, and he would drink it by himself.
Cheng Chen couldn't wait to blow on it, then took a sip with a spoon. It had the fragrance of osmanthus and was very delicious. In cold weather, drinking a bowl of hot soup made the whole body feel comfortable. The three of them were very satisfied after drinking it.
After they finished eating and paid, they saw some people buying the soup to go. It seemed that the business was good. Cheng Chen said as they walked, "The soup here is really good. This is the first time I've seen chicken soup made with osmanthus flowers."
Wang Yu nodded. It was his first time eating as well. He ate quite a few of Guihua's snacks. After drinking the hot soup, the three of them felt much warmer and continued to stroll around the night market. Many stalls sold foreign gold and silver utensils, coral and ivory, Indian white fabrics, Persian brocade and other fabrics.
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