After seeing Xi Nian off, Zhong Yuxiu touched her nose and thought deeply. The spy incident was inevitable; the only thing that could be done was to curb them and prevent them from acting rashly.
However, this is not a long-term solution, otherwise, her every move will be under the eyes of others; this is not her style. She does not like fighting and intrigue, but it does not mean that she can allow others to calculate and bully her.
"Don't worry, wife. Xi Nian and the others will handle it." Yan Rushan stepped forward and held his wife's hand. She was worried about the spies. Those people were indeed particularly annoying. "Let's wait for news in peace."
Zhong Yuxiu nodded and glanced at the old man. "There's no other way. Let's just wait and see."
"Don't be afraid, I will be with you until this is over."
"I don't need you to accompany me. We're in the compound every day, who could possibly run in? We've cleaned it up once before, so it should be safe now." It's one thing to say outside the compound, but it's absolutely safe inside the compound.
The houses assigned to her were carefully considered. Firstly, there were only two large houses; secondly, the people living nearby were of higher status, which also protected her. Otherwise, when the basement was discovered in this building, the higher-ups would have decisively reassigned her to another building.
There's something wrong with that building, mainly because the people living there don't hold high positions like those here.
Yan Rushan: ...
His tenderness was gone with the water!
"Wife, you don't play by the rules." If a normal girl encounters this situation, wouldn't she be deeply moved by the man?
Zhong Yuxiu rolled her eyes at him. "How do you want me to behave normally? To hug you and cry tears of joy? Or to pester you every day and not let you do anything?"
Yan Rushan: "That's not impossible."
"Are you awake?"
"I'm awake." Yan Rushan replied subconsciously, then realized he was being mocked by his wife. "Okay! Yuxiu, you've learned bad habits."
Zhong Yuxiu smiled, "Can you blame me? It's your fault for making you feel like you're dreaming." She is not that kind of person. She doesn't like to be moved to tears. That doesn't exist. This is not an old romance novel.
Yan Rushan was about to speak when Yan Guofeng suddenly said, "You two should take it easy. I, an old man, am still here."
Yan Rushan's handsome face stiffened slightly, and he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Zhong Yuxiu looked at his stiff face and couldn't help laughing; she quickly walked to the sofa and sat down, leisurely admiring his face-changing skills.
"Grandpa, do we have a fishing rod at home?"
"I don't have a fishing rod, and I don't fish."
Yan Rushan: ...Other old men have fishing rods, but you don’t, and you are proud of it.
Yan Guofeng asked, "Why are you asking about the fishing rod? Are you planning to go fishing in the middle of the night?"
"No, I just asked. I didn't expect you didn't even have a fishing rod." He really wanted to go fishing, but he planned to go tomorrow. Now he couldn't leave the compound at will, and he couldn't even buy a fishing rod.
Yan Guofeng: ...I believe it.
Wang Daya and Gong Zhaodi brought out the food and told them to eat; Yan Guofeng didn't want to say much, washed his hands first and then went to the restaurant to sit down and wait for people to come.
Yan Rushan took his wife's hand and walked to the bathroom. After entering the bathroom, he washed his wife's hands first, and then his own. After washing, he wiped his hands, took his wife's hand and walked out of the bathroom and stepped into the restaurant.
He first opened the first seat on the lower left of the old man and settled his wife there. Then he opened the second seat and sat down.
Some dishes have been served on the table, including meat dishes and thick soup.
"Wife, would you like to have a bowl of soup first?"
"Soup?"
"Yes, drink the soup to moisten your throat, and then you can eat the vegetables directly." Yan Rushan glanced at her sideways, "It's okay if my wife doesn't want to drink it."
Zhong Yuxiu shook her head and said, "Drink it, why not." The big bowl of soup on the table looked very thick, and she didn't know what it was made of.
Yan Rushan smiled and stood up to serve her and the old man a bowl each. "Comrade Feng Zheng stewed the pig stomach soup with leek, which can clear away dampness and cold. It's best eaten during the transition from winter to spring."
"What is Xiebai?" How come she had never heard of it?
Yan Rushan scooped up a spoonful of Xiebai with a spoon and showed it to her, "This is Xiebai. It's hard to find and few people grow it."
"Is this Xiebai? Isn't this Kushio? I remember people in the south eating it, I've seen it before." However, that was in later times. This thing is very irritating, especially to the eyes. It's very harmful. Just a few chops with a knife can make you cry when you stand in front of it.
Yan Rushan nodded, "In the South, it's called bitter garlic."
Zhong Yuxiu lowered her head and took a sip of the soup. It wasn't unpalatable, but it wasn't tasty either.
"Why can something like this remove cold and dampness? It's obviously not very tasty."
"That's how it's said. Elderly people who can afford it eat it a few times a year. But pig stomach is hard to come by, and those that do are reserved in advance."
"Where does our pig's stomach come from?"
Yan Rushan shook his head, he didn’t know either; maybe Wang Daya met her when she went out to buy vegetables.
Zhong Yuxiu didn't ask any more questions and after drinking a bowl of soup, she didn't want to drink anymore.
Yan Guofeng drank it with great pleasure. "I haven't had pig stomach soup in many years. I remember the last time I had it was when your grandmother was still alive. I don't know who your grandmother heard that pig stomach soup can dispel cold and dampness. She went to many places to buy a pig stomach and spent a lot of money."
"I remember that soup! It was thick, fresh and delicious. It tastes similar to this one, but it's better." The old man said as he talked about his deceased wife, a happy smile on his face.
Yan Rushan said, "Grandpa, I have reason to suspect that you are reminiscing about grandma over the pork tripe soup. Besides, the pork tripe soup you remember as delicious is definitely not that good."
"If I say it tastes good, it tastes good." Yan Guofeng lowered his eyelids and continued to drink the soup.
When Gong Zhaodi and others came to serve the dishes and sat down, the old man had already drunk three bowls of pig stomach soup.
"Grandpa, please stop drinking. You won't be able to eat if you drink any more." Yan Rushan held his forehead helplessly. "If you like drinking, we can make it next time."
Yan Guofeng shook his head. "No need. Drinking it once is enough. You can't drink it every day. We don't have that much moisture in our bodies to remove it."
Zhong Yuxiu pursed her lips and chuckled. The old man was a little cute.
After dinner, everyone finished their work and put the children to sleep; they also washed up and went to sleep.
The next morning, Fu Xiangbei, the fifth son of the Fu family, arrived at the Zhong family's house early, but found the door open. He walked in, but found that the hall was empty, but the kitchen was unusually lively.
"Grandpa Yan, Brother Yan, Sister-in-law, are you here?"
Hearing some noise in the kitchen, he came out to see Gu Lingguo saying, "Comrade Fu Xiangbei is here. Please come in. Elder Yan and the others haven't gotten up yet. You can play by yourself for a while. We'll bring you some fruit."
Not getting up?
Fu Xiangbei looked at the sky outside and it was already dawn.
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