Chapter 14: Look in the mirror
"Leizi, go get a bowl of pickled vegetables from the jar." Yunniang gave the instructions quickly but calmly.
"Chao Chao, I don't know if you can get used to eating this."
Both Yunniang and Lu Chunsheng looked somewhat embarrassed and nervous.
Even though they haven't eaten pork, have they never seen a pig run?
Even for country gentlemen and landlords, the dishes on the table were rich and varied, and the preparation process of each dish was extremely meticulous, let alone the mansion of a marquis.
"I'm used to eating this." Lu Mingchao felt his throat tighten and his nose sore.
She didn't even know when her mother slaughtered an old hen in the chicken coop.
Thinking of the wide variety of meat in my space supermarket, I worry about not finding the right time to take it out.
Yunniang breathed a sigh of relief and quickly scooped a spoonful of chicken soup for Lu Mingchao and served it with a big chicken drumstick.
Lu Xin, who was sitting next to Lu Mingchao, touched his bulging belly, blinked his round eyes, stared at the fragrant chicken soup, and muttered softly, "Meat."
"I'm not hungry, I don't like meat."
As he spoke, he couldn't help swallowing, but he still couldn't bear to turn his head away.
Lu Mingchao laughed.
She probably knew the Lu family's conditions.
Farmers want to support a scholar, and their lives are already tight and they can barely fill their stomachs, so it is naturally impossible for them to eat meat often.
"Xiao Xin, eat." Lu Mingchao picked up the chicken leg and placed it in the bowl in front of Lu Xin.
Lu Xin's eyes lit up, like a little mouse that had stolen a glass of oil, and he was filled with great surprise.
This sister is so nice that she even shared her chicken legs with him.
"Xiao Xin doesn't like eating meat." Lu Xin pushed the bowl over while swallowing.
His well-behaved and sensible look makes people feel soft and warm.
"My sister gave it to you, you have to eat it."
"Sister will find a way to let our Xiaoxin have meat to eat every day in the future." Lu Mingchao raised her hand and gently rubbed Lu Xin's little head, truly putting herself into the role of a sister.
Seeing this, Yunniang sighed softly, unwilling to say anything more, and prepared to marry the other chicken leg to Lu Mingchao.
Lu Mingchao quickly lowered his head and drank a large spoonful of chicken soup, then sighed with satisfaction, "Mom, I just like drinking chicken soup."
"I don't want chicken legs anymore." Lu Mingchao spread out his palms and covered his bowl weakly.
Yunniang's chopsticks froze in mid-air, her mind a little dazed.
Chao Chao felt sorry for her family, how could she not see it.
In the past, she often wondered whether Miaomiao had a dark nature or she and Chunsheng had not taught her well, which made Miaomiao selfish and cold-hearted.
If, if only children had never been given to the wrong parents.
In that case, Xiaoxin wouldn't be so stupid, Santu's right hand wouldn't be disabled after three years, and Lei Zi's marriage wouldn't be dragged on and ended in failure.
"Then keep it. I'll continue to make soup for you tomorrow." Yunniang's slightly hoarse voice was filled with heavy emotions, and the look she gave Lu Mingchao became more kind and gentle.
Lu Mingchao nodded heavily, "Mom is the best."
At the dinner table, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious. From time to time, cheerful or bright smiles would be heard, occasionally accompanied by Lu Xin's childish and funny childish talk.
Old Mrs. Lu's wrinkled face was filled with smiles, full of satisfaction and relief.
Even if she closes her eyes now, she can rest in peace.
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As the night deepened, the sound of the cold wind whistling outside the window became clearer.
Yunniang held Lu Mingchao's hand, as if she could never look at him enough, with endless greed.
It's as if he's afraid that when he wakes up, the beauty before his eyes is just a mirage, an illusion.
After repeated persuasion from Lu Chunsheng and Lu Yao, father and son, Yunniang reluctantly let go of Lu Mingchao's hand.
"Let's go, little sister."
Lu Yao's face was tinged with a light red, and his eyes were slightly curved. Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he looked even more dashing and romantic.
Lu Mingchao followed Lu Yao out of the door one after the other and pointed to a house with a good orientation at the side. "Little sister, this is your room."
"My mother has specially taken apart and washed the mattress and quilt. They are not dirty."
"Wait a little longer, and I'll give you a new one."
"Grandma, Dad and Mom are very happy. Big brother and Xiaoxin like you too."
That's enough.
This reason was enough for him to work hard to grow into a big tree and protect the family from wind and rain every day.
The room was not big, but it was clean and tidy. In the middle of the room was an old painting screen, in front of which was a set of simple and small tables and chairs, and behind the screen was a yellow wooden bed with traces of time.
"Second brother, wait a minute."
Behind a door, Lu Mingchao pretended to search in the package, but in fact he was looking for scar cream in the chain drugstore in the Space Supermarket.
The young man is like jade, white and flawless.
She finally found the best scar removal cream in the drugstore. As soon as she held it in her hand, before she could be happy, an even bigger surprise was waiting for her.
Where she had taken the scar removal cream, she had replaced it with the same stuff.
Doesn’t this mean that our descendants will be endless?
Chao Chao Fu is really too strong.
To round it off, she is now terribly strong.
Lu Mingchao's eyes sparkled, like a cunning little fox, holding the scar removal cream in his palm, and pushed open the door. "Second brother, here you go."
Lu Yao frowned, asked silently, and did not answer the question immediately.
Lu Mingchao scratched his head, guessing the reason for Lu Yao's hesitation, and added in a low voice, "Second brother, this is scar removal cream, it's mine."
"This ointment was not purchased with the money of the Marquis' Mansion, nor was it taken from the Marquis' Mansion. It has nothing to do with the Marquis' Mansion. You can apply it with peace of mind. You don't have to owe Lu Minghui a single favor. You can take revenge on her later. There is no need to be cautious or grateful, and there is no need to feel any psychological burden."
"Second brother, please believe me."
"Although this scar cream cannot completely remove the scars on your fingers, it can gradually reduce their appearance."
Lu Mingchao stuffed it into Lu Yao's hand without further ado and said, "Keep it. I still want to experience the joy of being the third place winner's sister."
"When the time comes, when my second brother is paraded through the streets wearing red ribbons and riding a horse, I will be able to straighten my back and say, 'See? The most handsome and youngest scholar who won the imperial examination is my second brother.'"
Lu Yao felt weird and sad inside, which made him want to cry.
He had no experience in dealing with this kind of emotion that he hadn't felt for a long time, so he just pretended to be calm and said, "Why isn't he the top scholar?"
Lu Mingchao grinned and said, "Second brother looks more like a third place winner."
In the spring examination next year, if Lu Yao can get first place in the palace examination, who else but him will be the third place.
"Then let's take the third place in the imperial examination." There was not a trace of arrogance in Lu Yao's voice, as if passing the imperial examination was a piece of cake for him.
"Chao Chao, tell me the truth, are you attracted to Xie Yan's appearance?"
He did not miss the surprise that flashed in Chao Chao's eyes when he saw Xie Yan.
Lu Mingchao smiled but said nothing, but he must have some agenda.
"You!" Lu Yao reached out and patted Lu Mingchao's shoulder. "If that's the case, I suggest you look in the mirror and admire yourself."
"We Lu family have never lost in terms of looks."
"Go to bed early and remember to change the medicine." Lu Yao pointed at Lu Mingchao's forehead and reminded him.
There are signs of ambiguity.