Last time, some villagers misunderstood that Hong Xiaoduo and Quan Jinghuai were a couple. When they saw her paying, they whispered that Quan Jinghuai was afraid of his wife!
At the time, Quan Jinghuai was in a hurry to slaughter the chicken he had just bought and walked away so he didn't hear it, but Hong Xiaoduo heard it clearly. She didn't blush, get angry, or go up to explain to him.
I was just passing by, so let it be a misunderstanding.
At this moment, Hong Xiaoduo remembered that it would be convenient for him to hold the money and buy whatever he wanted.
Quan Jinghuai glanced at the villagers who had taken the silver and walked away, and thought about how it was indeed inconvenient for him not to carry any silver with him. Mainly, with so many people and so many things to buy, it was easy to get confused about how much money was involved.
"Just give me a little bit first, and I'll give you more when I use it all up." Quan Jinghuai agreed, but still didn't take the purse.
Seeing his serious expression, Hong Xiaoduo had no choice but to take half of the purse out of her hand and put it aside before handing the purse over to him.
Quan Jinghuai accepted the order and turned to prepare the ingredients. Now he does all the cooking, while Tianxuan and the others help out.
The dishes he made were much tastier than those made by Tianxuan and Tianshu.
Several times, as Hong Xiaoduo sat on a small stool, eating nuts with Yao Guang and watching Quan Jinghuai busy cooking with his sleeves rolled up, she actually wanted to ask him if he regretted it.
Did you regret agreeing to be the mentor of these seven children?
Whether in ancient or modern times, disciples are expected to be respectful to their masters, right?
But look at them, it seems to be the other way around. Quan Jinghuai is having a really tough time as the master!
However, Hong Xiaoduo ultimately didn't ask, because she discovered that the children's master worked hard every day teaching them martial arts, cooking three meals a day, and doing other chores. Far from being tired or annoyed, he was actually enjoying his busy work!
"Mother, look, these are the prettiest ones." Yao Guang ran over, grabbing a handful of chicken tail feathers.
I bought a rooster today, and its feathers are indeed shiny and beautiful.
"Hmm, it looks really nice. Here, let me make you a shuttlecock." After saying that, Hong Xiaoduo took out two copper coins from her purse, weighed them in her hand, and felt that they were about the right weight.
Upon hearing that they were going to make shuttlecocks, Yao Guang immediately clapped her hands happily.
Hong Xiaoduo and Xiao Yaoguang got busy. She wasn't sure if she knew how to make it, but she naturally started working with the tools in her hands. Before long, a pretty shuttlecock was made.
Hong Xiaoduo then called Yuheng over, and the two girls started playing shuttlecock.
Quan Jinghuai and his disciples were carefully plucking chicken feathers when they heard Hong Xiaoduo's cheerful laughter. They turned around and saw the mother and her two children happily playing shuttlecock.
"She's clearly just a little girl, what kind of mother is like this?" Quan Jinghuai shook his head with a smile.
Half an hour later, the chicken was cooked. Tian Shu first picked out a chicken leg and placed it in the bowl in front of Hong Xiaoduo. Tian Xuan found another chicken leg and gave it to Quan Jinghuai.
You should be filial to your mother, and you should also be filial to your master.
Hong Xiaoduo picked up a chicken leg and placed it in Tianji's bowl. When she looked up, she saw that Quan Jinghuai was also about to give the chicken leg from his bowl to Kaiyang.
However, seeing that she didn't give the chicken leg to the youngest Yao Guang, she hesitated for a moment.
Chicken drumsticks are a good thing, but it's impossible for every child to have one. So, the youngest child should definitely get one.
He watched Yao Guang sitting next to him and naturally thought that if her chicken leg was given to Yao Guang, then the chicken leg in his bowl should naturally be given to Kai Yang, who was the second youngest.
“You can give it to Tianquan. Here’s the thing, we take turns eating the chicken and duck legs at home. Last time, Yaoguang and Kaiyang ate the duck legs.” Seeing the questioning look in Quan Jinghuai’s eyes, Hong Xiaoduo quickly explained.
"Oh, that's how it is," Quan Jinghuai understood, and put the chicken leg from his chopsticks into Tianquan's bowl.
Quan Jinghuai then looked at his two youngest disciples, and seeing that there was no disappointment on their faces, he couldn't help but look at Hong Xiaoduo.
After dinner, the children rushed to clean up and wash the dishes, but Quan Jinghuai couldn't help but ask, "Shouldn't the chicken and duck legs be given to the youngest child?"
Hong Xiaoduo laughed upon hearing this and retorted, "Who made that rule? In my eyes, they are all children. Giving the best food only to the youngest is unfair to the other children."
“Unfair?” Quan Jinghuai repeated these three words.
"In many families, the discord among siblings is often caused by the elders' favoritism. Elders tend to dote on the youngest child, and over time, the youngest child comes to believe that this is only natural. The older child, feeling that the elders are biased, will naturally feel uncomfortable, and eventually, conflicts will arise."
Actually, it's not easy to be fair to everyone; you just need to pay attention to things in your daily life. Hong Xiaoduo doesn't preach any grand principles; she just says what she thinks.
After hearing these words, Quan Jinghuai nodded thoughtfully, feeling that what she said seemed to make sense.
As the master's eleventh disciple and also his last disciple, the master and mistress were exceptionally biased towards him, always saving the best things for him.
And doesn't he himself think this is only natural?
Although my senior brothers and sisters haven't had any unpleasant experiences with me, they must have felt uncomfortable at times, right?
While they were talking, the children had already washed the dishes and tidied up. They came over, greeted their master, and went into the tent. This time belonged to Hong Xiaoduo, who taught them to recognize characters and recite poems.
As Quan Jinghuai sat outside the tent warming himself by the fire, listening to her teach a sentence and the children repeat it, he suddenly felt a little regretful.
She taught so diligently, and her students studied even more diligently, but no matter how well they studied, they could not participate in the imperial examinations!
The longer he spent with his seven disciples, the more he realized how incredibly intelligent each of them was.
With her teaching literature and me teaching martial arts, the seven children will surely all be well-rounded in both, and should all have bright futures!
An hour later, the children came out of the tent, washed up, and prepared to rest.
Hong Xiaoduo also came out and looked up at the sky: "Everyone should dress warmly tomorrow. It will snow tomorrow, but it won't be heavy and won't affect our journey."
The children all agreed and went to the donkey cart to get the extra cotton-padded clothes they needed.
After listening to her words, Quan Jinghuai looked at the disciples who had gone to find cotton-padded clothes, and then looked up at the sky, which was not much different from usual. He was very puzzled. Where did he get the idea that it was going to snow?
And they were quite certain that the snowfall wouldn't be heavy?
"You can even read the weather?" Quan Jinghuai asked jokingly.
"Yes, my mother is very accurate in predicting the weather. Master, do you have any cotton-padded clothes? Quickly find them and change into them." Yao Guang came over carrying her cotton vest and said to Quan Jinghuai very seriously.
Quan Jinghuai reached out and patted his youngest disciple's short, stubble-covered head, smiling as he said okay, but deep down he still didn't believe it...
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