Zhao Changqing entered the Han family's house openly and honestly.
As he stepped one foot across the threshold, he glanced sideways at Butler Qian.
The expression on his face seemed to say: Let's see how you stop him?
The housekeeper felt that things were really tough for her.
The master looks even more childish than when he was a child.
He followed quietly behind, and when no one was looking, he asked in a low voice, "Sir, how many days do you plan to stay here?"
Zhao Changqing retorted, "Isn't the Qingming Festival a seven-day holiday? Didn't you know? Of course, I'll only go back on the last day."
Okay, you really don't waste a single day.
"Master, are we not going to count the return trip? We're only returning on the last day, I'm afraid we won't make it in time. How about we set off two days earlier?"
Zhao Changqing raised his chin: "I didn't come by carriage today, I rode Jingyu. Jingyu is a fine steed that can travel a thousand miles in a day and night."
Alright.
They're really willing to go all out.
He Youyou didn't care how many days Zhao Changqing stayed.
Adding one more person only means adding one more pair of chopsticks; it doesn't add much trouble.
Anyway, Zhao Changqing has always been thick-skinned and doesn't stand on ceremony.
Entering the Han family's house was like entering one's own home.
Oh well, what can you do when someone like her and Han Silang are so deeply in love?
Qingming is also known as "Hanshi" or "Smoke-Banning Festival".
No fires can be lit for these three days.
In order to get through these few days when no fire can be lit and the stove cannot be heated, every household needs to prepare food in advance.
In northern regions, the usual dishes prepared include fried dough twists, steamed buns, boiled eggs, and pancakes.
When eating, just order some pickles and that's a meal.
It'll only be three days or so, so even if it's simple, nobody will be too picky.
As long as you survive the Cold Food Festival, you can eat and drink to your heart's content with hot soup and rice.
The Han family's lunch today was very simple.
Zhao Changqing was used to staying in the military camp, where the food was not plentiful. He was not at all uncomfortable with such simple meals.
Ahri grew up in poverty and didn't care much about food or drink.
The only picky eater here is He Youyou.
However, she doesn't mind if she doesn't eat well once in a while.
I just ate a couple of bites at the dinner table, just to show off.
If you're still hungry, you can sneak back to your space for a snack later.
Several simple dishes were laid out one by one.
Just as the three were about to pick up their chopsticks to eat, they suddenly saw a servant hurriedly walk to the door and say something to Steward Qian.
After hearing what the servant said, Steward Qian's expression changed several times.
He waved his hand, signaling the servant to go back first.
He entered the hall and his eyes drifted toward Zhao Changqing.
After floating for a moment, she finally remembered who the mistress of the house was, and walked straight to He Youyou, reporting, "Mistress, someone at the main gate is looking for Young Master Zhao, saying..."
Zhao Changqing suddenly looked up at him.
"What do you mean?" He Youyou asked curiously when she saw him hesitate.
Steward Qian looked hesitantly at Zhao Changqing and said, "He said he's a nephew of Young Master Zhao."
Zhao Changqing's expression changed slightly.
He Youyou, however, did not notice his expression and said indifferently, "Young Master Zhao's nephew? You've come from the capital? Since you've come from afar, please invite him in quickly and don't be negligent."
As she spoke, she stood up from her seat, moved lightly, and walked towards the door.
The mother got up, and as her son, there was no reason for him to remain seated.
Han Wenzheng immediately stood up and followed He Youyou out the door.
Only Zhao Changqing moved relatively slowly.
His expression shifted, and he looked at Butler Qian: "Nephew?!"
Butler Qian also looked helpless: "Sir, you should go out and take a look quickly, just in case it really is true."
Zhao Changqing was horrified.
No way!
"Master, let's hurry, the mistress is already at the gate," Butler Qian urged him.
Zhao Changqing then hurriedly chased after him.
When they reached the door, they saw He Youyou and Han Wenzheng standing on the steps, talking to the people outside.
Outside, there was a carriage, several servants, and a child of eight or nine years old.
"Uncle!"
The child looked up and saw Zhao Changqing's figure, and immediately shouted happily.
Zhao Changqing almost lost his composure.
He frowned, staring intently at the child: "What are you doing here?!"
The child chuckled and said, "Uncle, I've come to see you."
Zhao Changqing tried to suppress his surprise and walked up to the child.
Suddenly remembering that there were other people around, he turned around and looked at He Youyou: "He's my nephew, sorry to bother you."
He Youyou raised an eyebrow: "From the capital? Since he's the governor's nephew, there's no reason to turn him away. Please come in and talk to him."
As he spoke, he stepped aside to the door, making a gesture as if to welcome him in.
That child is quite clever.
Hearing He Youyou say that, she blinked her big eyes and smiled at her, saying, "Thank you, sister."
Zhao Changqing reached out and pinched the back of his neck: "We're from different generations, call me Auntie."
The child hissed, frowned, and looked at him with displeasure, but there was nothing he could do.
He had no choice but to do as he instructed and say, "Thank you, Auntie."
He Youyou didn't care at all: "Let's go, let's go, we'll talk when we get home."
The child seemed very happy, like a bird released from its cage, and hopped and skipped into the door with Zhao Changqing in tow.
The servants behind him followed closely.
He Youyou suddenly remembered that her family was having lunch, so she casually asked, "Child, have you had lunch?"
The child shook his head: "No."
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