“Fourth…” Qingyan nodded. Looking at Songkelierha, she also hoped to have a child.
That's enough!
Yin breathed a sigh of relief. Qingyan must like children, otherwise she wouldn't have been so kind to Songkelierha.
"Ready?!" Yin put his arm around Qingyan's waist.
Qingyan wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her face against his cheek like a kitten.
"Little darling, let's wait a while before we talk about wanting it." Yin patted her back, trying to calm her down.
She pouted and climbed down from beside him, looking very unhappy.
They hadn't even had dinner yet, and he didn't want outsiders to say that Xiaoguai was disrespectful.
"Fourth Brother, let's have our meal first. Hot pot is the best dish for this time of day," Qingyan said happily, clapping her hands.
Qingyan specially arranged for a spicy hot pot to be prepared, as eating spicy food is the best thing to do at this time.
Using a spicy hot pot base in the dead of winter will instantly make you sweat profusely; it's absolutely refreshing afterward.
Dinner was served with a pot of red broth, and the table was full of Qingyan's favorites: slices of three-month-old calves and four-month-old lambs, as well as some green vegetables that Qingyan had specially arranged to grow in greenhouses. At least, unlike before, there was nothing but cabbage and vermicelli.
In previous years, Qingyan found winters unbearable, her face contorted with utter despair at the sight of the dishes. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote for it on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
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