Seeing that he seemed to have returned, he bowed to Han Xiao, closed the door and walked out.
Han Xiao had been drinking all afternoon and hadn't eaten much. Seeing the young master eating so happily, his stomach rumbled involuntarily.
Then Han Xiao sat down in front of the young master and picked up the bowl and chopsticks: "I'm hungry too."
Chuyi brought over a serving of dumplings, some side dishes and porridge, which were all foods that were easier to digest at night. There were not many dumplings, so Han Xiao did not try to grab some for the young master.
The young master smiled and took a dumpling, took a bite, then spat it out and said, "Why is it raw?"
Looking at the young master's depressed expression, Han Xiao knew what was going on: "Yes, it's alive, it's alive."
The young master immediately understood what it meant, and cursed Chuyi in his heart. Then he pushed the dumplings aside and continued to eat other things. The young master was almost starving to death.
I didn’t feel anything in the afternoon, but now my stomach is rumbling because of the smell of meat porridge.
Han Xiao simply ate some, and when he saw that the young master had almost finished eating, he poured two glasses of sweet wine and handed them to him.
"Ruanruan, today is our wedding day. After drinking this cup of wedding wine, we will be husband and wife and never leave each other." Han Xiao's eyes were firm. He couldn't say any sweet words in front of the young master, but as long as he promised, he, Han Xiao, would definitely do it.
The young master took the wine glass from Han Xiao's hand with trembling hands and nodded with a red face: "We are married and love each other without a doubt. Brother Han Xiao, I believe in you."
Under the flickering candlelight, the two figures gradually overlapped, and the moon outside the window was covered by dark clouds.
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