So how did Ruan Banxia know that she had just received 10,000 taels of silver today? It turns out that her wife and mother were talking in the room, and Ruan Banxia overheard them.
Cheng Qingyan gave a mock heavy snort: "In her eyes, am I the kind of person who can't resist temptation?"
"If I wanted to turn bad, would I need to wait for ten thousand taels? I have countless ten thousand taels on me!"
Ye Lingyu quickly tried to appease Cheng Qingyan: "Yes, yes, how could A-Yan turn bad? Our A-Yan has never even been to a brothel!"
...She really had never been there.
But are there any brothels in town? How come she's never seen one?
Are ancient brothels really the same as those depicted in TV dramas?
I'm getting a little curious.
Then I felt a pain in my ear. In that moment of distraction, Ye Lingyu grabbed my ear.
It's true what they say, money corrupts. They're barely here, yet they dare to openly think about brothels right in front of her.
Cheng Qingyan probably doesn't want these ears anymore.
The pain made her grimace as she begged for mercy, "My lady, I was wrong, I shouldn't have thought about brothels, I was wrong~"
Ye Lingyu tightened her grip: "Thinking about brothels in front of me, Ayan, you're getting bolder and bolder."
Cheng Qingyan hurriedly denied it: "No, my wife, I didn't. I just suddenly heard you mention brothels and became a little curious. It's definitely not because I want to go!"
Ye Lingyu twisted Cheng Qingyan's ear, and the lantern in Cheng Qingyan's hand tilted slightly as Cheng Qingyan leaned to one side.
"If you dare to go to a brothel behind my back, don't come back."
After saying that, Ye Lingyu let go, took a step back, and looked at Cheng Qingyan with a cold gaze.
Cheng Qingyan shuddered and quickly stepped forward, grasping Ye Lingyu's hand: "Wife, what are you saying? How could I go to a brothel alone?"
"If I were to go to a brothel, I would bring my wife with me; I would never go alone."
Taking her along doesn't seem like an impossible option.
Ye Lingyu rolled her eyes at her: "It's just a brothel, why would I go there? I'm not curious."
Cheng Qingyan leaned closer: "It's just my curiosity, nothing more. I have no other intentions."
"You dare to have other ideas?"
"No, no~ I've only seen those brothels in TV dramas. I heard that both men and women work there. Is that true?"
Ye Lingyu smiled enigmatically: "I don't know if there are men and women in there, but I do know that if you dare mention brothels again, you're finished."
Cheng Qingyan successfully shut his mouth and gave Ye Lingyu a smile.
Jiang Jiang and the others, carrying lanterns, had already arrived at the long table.
Cheng Qingyan took Ye Lingyu's hand: "Wife, let's go over there too, don't keep them waiting."
The courtyard was much brighter than usual because of the many lanterns hanging in it.
Especially at the lotus pond, several fish lanterns of various shapes and colors were placed in the pond, making it brightly lit.
Occasionally, a fish will leap out of the water, disturbing a lotus leaf and startling two lotus flowers.
The courtyard was filled with colorful lanterns and decorated with many flowers. As night fell, a cool breeze blew in, dispelling the heat of the day and bringing a sense of peace and tranquility.
There was not only food on the table, but also drinks.
The wines were naturally some spirits and fruit wines that Mu Zhiyue improved and brewed based on Cheng Qingyan's memories.
If you can make something yourself, you should never spend money to buy it from someone else.
Jiang Jiang prepared her stomach for these pastries and fruits, as she barely ate any for dinner.
After Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu arrived, everyone sat around the table and started chatting, drinking tea, and having drinks.
Jiang Jiang was still thinking about the fruit salad Cheng Qingyan had mentioned. Not long after Cheng Qingyan sat down, she ran over and said she wanted to eat fruit salad.
The main problem is that if this continues, and Cheng Qingyan drinks some alcohol, she won't have anything to eat.
Cheng Qingyan rubbed Jiangjiang's head: "Okay, Daddy will go make it for you right away."
Jiang Jiang clapped her hands, expressing her joy: "Daddy, Sister Chu Ying wants some too!"
"Oh my god!" Cheng Qingyan flicked Jiang Jiang on the head, and Jiang Jiang covered her head and ran away.
Cheng Qingyan knew how to make fruit salad. Moreover, even if she didn't remember certain steps, as long as she mixed milk and fruit together and said it was fruit salad, then it was fruit salad.
Anyway, no one else knows or has ever eaten it, so no one will know whether her fruit salad is authentic or not.
Moreover, it seems there's no such thing as authentic or illegitimate when it comes to this stuff, right?
Therefore, Cheng Qingyan is particularly confident in making fruit salad, more so than in making other drinks.
Wash the mango, peel the banana, cut the pineapple into chunks, and cut some cantaloupe, watermelon, and lychee. Peel and seed the grapes.
Anyway, she picked a lot of fruit today, so she did everything she could.
Tingyu and Hongyu helped Cheng Qingyan as requested, and the three of them were much faster than one person.
As for milk, she has a ranch in her space; she can squeeze out fresh milk, though it has a slightly fishy smell.
Boil the small glutinous rice balls in milk, then immediately chill them in ice water.
Soon, dozens of bowls of fruit salad were ready. And the ingredients were plentiful, with lots of fruit and drizzled with honey.
The chilled fruit salad is refreshingly cool, and it's really delightful to have a bite of it on a hot summer day.
Jiang Jiang has another source of fun, because the fruit under the milk can't be seen directly; you can only scoop out whatever you can and eat it.
The fruit tasted different from the milk, and the texture changed. Every time Jiang Jiang scooped up a piece of fruit, it was like guessing a blind box.
A big bowl, full of milk and fruit, filled Jiangjiang's little belly until it was round and full.
After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Jiang Jiang didn't forget to praise Cheng Qingyan: "Dad, this fruit salad is really good, delicious, Jiang Jiang likes it very much~"
Cheng Qingyan was very confident. She wasn't very good at cooking hot dishes, but she could handle cold drinks.
"Jiangjiang, are you full? If not, Daddy has another bowl. But if you eat so much fruit tonight, will you wet the bed?"
Jiang Jiang frowned and pouted, "Dad, what are you saying? How could Jiang Jiang wet the bed? Jiang Jiang is a big girl now!"
"Yes, yes, Father is wrong. Jiangjiang is a big boy and won't wet the bed!"
"snort!"
That humming sounded like it carried a hint of guilt.
Ye Lingyu went to see Meng Chuying, who was quietly eating fruit.
In the past few months, Jiang Jiang hasn't spent much time with them; most of the time, she's been with Meng Chuying.
They ate and lived together, and were almost never apart.
This child has very deep feelings for Meng Chuying; who knows if it will be a good thing in the future.
Meng Chuying will be of marriageable age in two years. If she wants to get married after that, Jiang Jiang can't possibly go to her husband's family with her, can he?
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