When Wen Nan returned with the silver in his pocket.
As I approached the door, smoke began to rise from the wooden house nestled in the snow.
Wen Nan knew that Lu Yanqing was cooking inside.
She was very satisfied with her husband.
He could earn money, copy books, read books, and do housework... He cared for her very much.
In the future... maybe I can even warm your bed.
As soon as Wen Nan stepped into the house, Lu Yanqing had already tidied everything up. He tilted his head slightly and looked Wen Nan up and down.
Seeing that Wen Nan hadn't lost a single hair, he turned around and placed the cleaned-up food on the table.
Wen Nan walked in; Lu Yanqing had already arranged everything.
Wen Nan sat at the table, looking at the two dishes and soup in front of him...
Wen Nan picked up a piece of green vegetable, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.
Lu Yanqing placed the rice in front of Wen Nan. The two moved with practiced ease, as if they were an old married couple.
Wen Nan raised her eyes, smiled gently, and said, "Husband, your cooking is truly excellent!"
Wen Nan arrived here... She wanted to cook, but it seemed she never succeeded. She had only cooked plain porridge once before, when Lu Yanqing was sick.
Later, after Lu Yanqing recovered from his illness, he was the one who cooked.
Lu Yanqing went to school, and Wen Nan just dealt with things haphazardly.
"Eat more." Lu Yanqing's fingers tightened slightly, and he turned his head away uncomfortably.
Lu Yanqing could roughly guess who had stolen the old hen in the yard.
The sounds coming from next door just now further confirmed Lu Yanqing's guess.
The two houses were right next to each other, not far apart.
Lu Yanqing could hear the embroiderer and Aunt Zhao's voices clearly.
But judging from that voice, Lu Yanqing could tell that Wen Nan hadn't suffered any loss.
Wen Nan, both in the past and now, has never been one to suffer a loss.
But Wen Nan didn't say anything, and Lu Yanqing didn't ask any further questions.
Wen Nan pondered how to tell Lu Yanqing.
She was cultivating a wise ruler, although it was necessary to instill in him a correct outlook on life.
But not everyone deserves your sincere treatment.
Not necessarily. Just because you are sincere to others doesn't mean they will reciprocate with sincerity in return.
She frowned slightly.
Lu Yanqing noticed Wen Nan's unusual behavior, and on a whim, he poured a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Wen Nan.
"What are you thinking about? Eat first. Think about everything else after you eat."
Wen Nan nodded solemnly.
"My husband is right."
After the meal, Wen Nan took the initiative to wash the bowl.
Lu Yanqing did not stop her.
Wen Nan was washing dishes in the kitchen, while Lu Yanqing tidied up the table.
When Wen Nan came in, he put the money he was carrying on the table.
Sixty coins.
Wen Nan tilted her head slightly, looked at Lu Yanqing, and blinked, saying, "The old hen was stolen by Aunt Zhao. It's not unreasonable for me to take the money for one old hen, is it?"
The woman's eyes and brows were radiant, as if no mountains or rivers could compare to them.
Lu Yanqing smiled lightly, "It's not excessive. She stole the chicken first."
"Is it not too much for me to fight violence with violence?" Wen Nan tilted her head slightly. Even inside the wooden house, she could hear Aunt Zhao's wailing outside.
She was so imposing next door that Lu Yanqing probably heard everything.
The gentle image she cultivated recently... seems to be in jeopardy.
But Wen Nan almost forgot... the original owner of this body was never a gentle person.
Lu Yanqing picked up the book in front of her and gently tapped Wen Nan's forehead.
"Not excessive."
Lu Yanqing's voice carried a light laugh, but his eyes showed no other emotion.
Lu Yanqing was stunned when he made this move.
He was somewhat caught off guard. It was as if by some strange twist of fate…
Isn't this gesture a bit too ambiguous?
She'll be angry.
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