If she hadn't found making liangpi (cold skin noodles) too troublesome, eating liangpi would actually be quite nice.
I'll let mulberries try it another day.
But speaking of which, why hasn't Sangs come back yet?
Never mind, I'll cook for him first. If he doesn't come back, I'll put the food in my spatial storage for tomorrow's breakfast.
Meanwhile, Mulberry, whom Bling was eyeing, was currently throwing a tantrum in the county government building, clinging to her brother's leg in his office.
"Brother~ Brother~ I don't~ I don't want to go back to the capital."
"Little Zhen, Grandpa misses you. You've been here for over a year, don't you miss Grandpa?" Sangzi tugged at her trouser leg, but couldn't pull it, so she let it go.
"But I'll miss my brother even more~" Sangzhen blinked her phoenix eyes cutely.
Sang Zi: "I think you're more reluctant to part with Bu Ling, aren't you?"
"Brother! You investigated me!" Sangzhen jumped up from the ground as if her tail had been stepped on, glaring angrily.
"Do I need to check? You're always cooking and cleaning for that girl, everyone in the neighborhood knows that," Sangzi said sourly. He'd barely eaten his brother's cooking many times himself.
"You're not in the yard," Mulberry muttered softly.
"Have you forgotten whose house you rented?" Sang Zi raised an eyebrow.
"I know, isn't she the daughter of the deputy director of the supply bureau?"
"That's it."
"The old man is getting on in years, yet he's still so talkative," Sangshen muttered dissingly.
Sang Zi smiled without saying a word. Since she was doing him a favor, she wanted to do it thoroughly.
"Brother, I don't care, I'm not going back to Beijing." Sangzhen plopped down in front of the electric fan.
"If you don't want to go back, then don't. You can tell Grandpa yourself." Sangzi was also reluctant to part with her younger brother.
"I'll tell you!"
Sangshen ate a meal at his brother's canteen, slept all afternoon, said goodbye to his brother, and went back to the courtyard house.
Sang Shen didn't explain about Bu Ling, and Sang Zi didn't ask either, trusting his younger brother's judgment.
Back in the courtyard house, Mulberry ate the cold noodles that Bu Ling had lovingly prepared for him, and his mood soared like a rocket.
Time seemed to pass both quickly and slowly; soon it was mid-month, and after much back and forth within the Wu family, Wu Yuanyuan's marriage was finally about to be settled.
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