He Ruixue couldn't listen any longer. She had some things to say that she really had to say, "I just don't understand. Isn't it normal for Sister Xia's mother-in-law to cook for her when she comes to visit? Originally, this was her son's job. His son's lack of thoughtfulness was due to his parents' failure to teach him well. Of course, she has to help her son fulfill his responsibilities.
Also, her mother-in-law is doing her a favor by taking care of her child. Is she taking care of the child for Sister Xia? She is taking care of her own son. Otherwise, do you think Sister Xia would still take care of the child if she married someone else and had one?"
Hearing Xia Lingqing cheering secretly, Wu Xifang was speechless. She snorted and left with a twist of her waist.
He Ruixue narrowed her eyes and looked at her back. No one could get away with provoking her.
Although the fly couldn't bite her, it was really annoying to have it buzzing around her ears from time to time. She had to find a chance to teach her a lesson.
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When He Ruixue returned home from get off work, she spotted an unexpected figure in the yard and quickened her pace to walk over. "Why are you here? No, how can you get out of there?"
Jiang Yanxu took the cart from her and said helplessly, "I'm not being held there, why are you talking like I'm in jail? Actually, it's all thanks to the luck you gave me. With it as a cover, I can at least be an ordinary person for a while."
"I see. But I remember we changed the lock on our front door. How did you get in without a key?"
"With the height of your wall, I can easily climb over it."
Jiang Yanxu looked at the layout of the yard, the lush vegetable garden, and a few chickens walking leisurely, occasionally lowering their heads to peck at the ground. The ground was full of wild grass, and the flower seedlings planted under the wall were complicated and messy, with no aesthetic appeal at all.
Recalling the exquisite style of this courtyard in the past, with bamboo trees, rocks, and vines, he thought for a long time before coming up with an adjective, "Your yard is well-maintained and full of vitality."
"Yeah, I think so too. My sister-in-law moved all the big vats in the yard away, saying they breed mosquitoes. It would be better to let her use them to store sauerkraut."
Very good, the lotus flowers are no longer visible. Although it is a small plant, it is an existence that is particularly valued by the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
"Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, the three religions are actually one family." The lotus combines the holiness of Buddhism, the auspiciousness of Taoism, and the nobility of Confucianism. It is also his master's favorite flower.
Now even his roots have been dug up, it really... serves him right. Who told him not to hide in the mountains and forests for a few years, but to take his disciples to Southeast Asia to continue fooling his believers? It's just that he can't bear to give up the pomp and circumstance of being sought after wherever he goes.
Jiang Yanxu was inspired and thought about plucking the lotus flowers planted in other places. He felt relieved just thinking about his master jumping up and down.
I couldn't help but nod in appreciation. "It's a very practical idea. Not bad. When your sister-in-law makes her pickled cabbage, give me some. I'll trade it with you for the dried rabbit."
"She'll be happy to do that."
In her sister-in-law's eyes, there is no better deal in the world than exchanging vegetables for meat.
He Ruixue parked her bicycle under the eaves and pulled his arm into the house. "Since you rarely come, I'll show you around. I haven't touched the east and west wing rooms. Take a look at how the main house is decorated."
She took him around, pointing at the tools she had collected from various places and explaining what they were used for.
Jiang Yanxu, however, focused most of his attention on her. In his opinion, as long as the house was simple and spacious enough to live in, there was no need to ask for too much.
But the other party is like a swallow building a nest carefully, searching for branches and feathers from everywhere, and building its own small home bit by bit. After completing it, it chirps and flaps its wings with joy, and I don't know where the excitement comes from.
So after nesting is completed, is the next step to courtship?
He watched the person in front of him talking and gesturing, as if he wanted to show him all his clever ideas. He nodded secretly, thinking that they looked somewhat similar.
But isn’t the male-female status between them a bit reversed?
Fortunately, Jiang Yanxu was not a strong male chauvinist, so he didn't care much about it and just listened quietly.
He occasionally agreed and made many pertinent suggestions based on his own perspective. He Ruixue quickly wrote them down and planned to revise them as soon as he returned.
As for why it's so anxious, ahem, a peacock that's always busy spreading its tail feathers is irrational.
After a walk, the two returned to the living room. With different professions and experiences, they actually had nothing to talk about.
But it wasn't awkward to just sit together quietly and do their own things. Jiang Yanxu took out the Taoist book he brought and half-lay on the rattan chair, while He Ruixue read the newspaper while admiring his face.
The evening clouds have rolled away, the setting sun is about to fall, and under a slanting red ray, the atmosphere between the two is a harmony that no one else can fit in.
Jiang Yanxu cooked dinner. To be honest, He Ruixue had never imagined how such a romantic person would cook.
I saw him roll up his sleeves, light the fire neatly, then throw in various chopped vegetables, stir-fry them casually, looking indescribably relaxed.
When the firewood burned, grayish-white smoke floated out, most of which was taken away by the chimney. The remaining smoke emanated from the stove mouth, swirling around the corners of his clothes, adding a touch of worldly flavor to him.
In this situation, even a semi-illiterate person like He Ruixue suddenly had a burst of inspiration.
There is no need to envy the vastness of the immortals, who feast on jade and clear waters, and forget not the transformation of the sea into mulberry fields;
Just look at him smiling as he rides on a white crane and drunkenly plays the iron flute, bringing joy to the world.
Of course, she was secretly using an 800-fold filter, and the secret thoughts within it were not something she could reveal to outsiders.
There was no meat at home, so he fried tomatoes and eggs and roasted eggplant. The taste was really good, and the seasoning was just right, without covering up the original taste of the ingredients or making it taste astringent.
He Ruixue drank two bowls of rice in a row and praised him, "Your cooking skills are really good. I thought you just knew how to cook."
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