The aroma of breakfast drifted in through the crack in the carved door.
Zheng Wanqing's cheeks flushed as she hurriedly unbuttoned the collar of her pajamas. The refreshing minty scent of shaving cream still lingered on her fingertips, and a hint of coolness seemed to still linger on her fingertips, causing her to rub them unconsciously a few times.
Xie Yun still casually opened his shirt collar, revealing his well-defined collarbone. He strode to the round table and sat down, his posture revealing an unruly and heroic spirit.
He raised his hand and opened the celadon bowl, and the rising hot steam instantly blurred his deep eyebrows.
"Today I specially asked the kitchen to make the crab soup dumplings that my wife loves." He raised his eyes to look at Zheng Wanqing who was about to walk to the opposite side, his deep eyes were filled with tenderness, and he patted the wooden stool beside him gently, and said with a bit of doting, "Sit next to me."
Zheng Wanqing looked up and met Xie Yun's affectionate gaze. She paused slightly, a sweet feeling arose in her heart, and finally she walked over and sat down beside him.
As soon as she sat down, she felt Xie Yun's warm palm covering her lower back unnoticeably. Through the thin pajamas, the reassuring warmth quietly spread.
The distance was so close that she could smell the faint minty scent on him, which made her move closer to him unconsciously.
"Why are you still so clingy during dinner today?" She deliberately scolded, but couldn't hide the smile on her lips.
Xie Yun chuckled when he heard that, and used a little force to pull her closer, saying with a warm breath: "Madam shaved my beard herself, so naturally I have to ask for some sweetness."
As they were talking, the maids came in one after another with their heads lowered and their eyes lowered. They gently placed the celadon bowls and plates on the huanghuali wood table, making a crisp sound.
Four side dishes surround a bowl of snow pears stewed with rock sugar. The pear flesh is faintly visible in the amber soup, emitting a sweet mist.
There was also a plate of freshly baked crab roe soup dumplings on the table. The golden crab roe was faintly visible through the thin dough, which exuded an enticing aroma.
Xie Yun picked up the gold-painted soup spoon and gently stirred it in the porcelain bowl. He scooped up a spoonful of crystal clear pear soup, lowered his head to blow away the heat, and then passed the spoon to Zheng Wanqing's lips: "Try it, it's soothing to the throat. You drank it last night..."
Seeing this, the maid beside her hurriedly lowered her eyes and retreated, not forgetting to close the door gently before leaving.
Zheng Wanqing's ears turned slightly red and she glared at him in reproach, but she saw that he deliberately shook his wrist and the pear soup in the spoon almost spilled.
"My hands are sore." Xie Yun frowned slightly, pretending to be aggrieved, but his eyes were full of sly smiles, "Madam, if you don't drink..."
Zheng Wanqing had no choice but to take a sip from his hand.
The pear soup was sweet with a slight medicinal aroma, and it gave off a slight chill as it slid down her throat. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Xie Yun taking a sip from the spoon she had just used.
"It's sweet indeed." He smiled meaningfully and wiped away the water stains on her lips with his fingertips.
"Zhou Lin will come over to report in the afternoon." Xie Yun suddenly spoke. He looked up at Zheng Wanqing, a hint of mischief flashing in his eyes, "I asked him to bring a few miscellaneous notes that someone particularly likes..." The ending tone was drawn out, with a hint of meaningful ridicule.
Zheng Wanqing's chopsticks suddenly paused, and the tip of the chopsticks gently touched the edge of the green porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound. She naturally knew what Xie Yun was talking about, it must be the set of "Northern Scenery Records" that she had been thinking about. A few days ago, she was still talking about wanting to collect this set of books, but she didn't expect that he actually remembered it.
"Young Marshal, are you asking for a reward?" She smiled and excitedly picked up a delicate and translucent soup dumpling and dipped it lightly in the vinegar dish.
Just as she was about to put it in Xie Yun's bowl, she saw him lean over and bite off half of the soup dumpling directly from her hand.
The warm crab roe juice instantly overflowed and slid down her slender fingertips.
Xie Yun quickly grasped her wrist and lowered his head to scoop up the overflowing soup into his mouth. His tongue tip swept across her fingertips, bringing a tingling sensation that made Zheng Wanqing tremble slightly.
"I want my wife to be with me all day." His voice was low and gentle, his eyes filled with undisguised attachment.
Zheng Wanqing blushed immediately, the warmth of his lips and tongue still lingering on her fingertips. She bit her lower lip and whispered, "You are really... becoming more and more indecent..." She said this without any confidence, and it sounded like she was just being coquettish.
Xie Yun reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushed across her hot earlobe, and whispered, "In front of the Madam... why should we be so serious?"
"Okay, okay, eat quickly, or the food will get cold." Zheng Wanqing picked up a piece of sesame cake and stuffed it into his mouth. She didn't believe that food wouldn't be able to shut his mouth.
Xie Yun chewed slowly, but his eyes were always fixed on her face, like a sated leopard admiring its prey.
"The biscuits my wife fed me..." His Adam's apple rolled, and after swallowing the food he licked the corner of his lips with satisfaction, "They are more delicious than those made by the chef."
Zheng Wanqing snorted and was about to pick up another piece of fermented bean curd to stuff his mouth with, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the letter box on the windowsill. She paused with her fingertips, and the fermented bean curd on the silver chopsticks "clicked" and fell into the porridge bowl.
"What's wrong?" Xie Yun followed her gaze towards the windowsill, frowning slightly.
"I forgot to say it." Zheng Wanqing put down the silver chopsticks, her eyes sparkling, and said excitedly: "I received a letter from home a few days ago. My brother finally went to propose to my younger sister Xiao." Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, and her fingers twisted together unconsciously.
"Oh? Mr. Qi agreed?" Xie Yun asked, reaching out to serve her a bowl of porridge.
"Isn't it?" Zheng Wanqing's eyes were full of joy, and her fingertips tapped lightly on the table. "The letter said that the betrothal gifts have gone through the three letters and six ceremonies, and now they are asking the master of Baiyun Temple to match the horoscopes." As she spoke, her voice suddenly softened. She held Xie Yun's hand, and tears of emotion welled up in her eyes. "Brother, after all these years... finally someone cares about you."
Xie Yun looked at the halo flickering in her eyes, his heart full of tenderness. "It's time to prepare a generous gift for my brother." Xie Yun interlocked his fingers with hers and gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.
Zheng Wanqing smiled, and gently touched his cheek with her lips. She said softly, "Then I would like to thank the young commander for his kindness on behalf of my brother."
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