Chapter 210
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Wei Ting has a mission tonight, and went out again in the middle of the night.
Su Xiaoxiao sighed again, after coming to the capital, Wei Ting was much busy.
"The crit attack of appearance in the morning is gone again..."
Su Xiaoxiao yawned, grabbed a small dumpling and used it as a pillow in her arms, and fell asleep snoring.
Before dawn, Su Mo came over.
Su Xiaoxiao is cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
Seeing her, Su Mo was slightly surprised: "You slept well last night."
After going through such a big thing, this girl can actually sleep?
What is the heart of steel?
"It's not bad." Su Xiaoxiao said.
And you can't do this and that with men, sleep until dawn, and have hairy sleep quality?
"Is uncle okay?" Su Mo asked.
"I haven't told my dad yet." Su Xiaoxiao said.
Su Mo nodded: "At a later date, it's not too late to tell Uncle when he gets used to it. How is Uncle's condition?"
Su Xiaoxiao cut the prepared dough into strips: "I watched it all night, it's okay, the medicine I gave him has soothing ingredients, I guess it will take another hour or two to wake up. Have you had breakfast? "
Su Mo came over in a hurry and didn't eat at all.
Su Xiaoxiao said, "I'll make two for you."
Su Mo... didn't refuse.
Su Xiaoxiao spread out two scallion pancakes, put a small plate of pickled radish on the small table in the kitchen.
"Are you going to eat in the hall?"
she asked.
Young Master Hou's Mansion has never eaten in the stove house, and he has never eaten scallion pancakes on the street.
Su Mo rarely showed a blank expression.
He looked at Su Xiaoxiao, and saw that she was busy in front of the stove again: "You don't want to eat?"
"I'll eat this." Su Xiaoxiao pointed to the steamed sweet potatoes that just came out of the stove, "I'll eat it later, I have to make the family's breakfast first."
"I'm waiting for you."
Su Mo sat down on the small bench.
Su Xiaoxiao said: "No need, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"Did you do it all by yourself? It's too hard. I'll pick two maids for you tomorrow. How can you take care of a big family by yourself?"
As soon as the voice fell, footsteps came from the yard.
Surprisingly, Wei Ting came back.
Wei Ting carried a bundle of firewood on his shoulders.
He met Zhong Shan on the way. Zhong Shan's carriage broke down, and the old man was struggling to carry it alone. Wei Ting took the firewood without saying a word.
Wei Ting didn't know that Su Mo was there, and only saw him when he entered the room.
Su Mo was also very surprised. He looked at Wei Ting...to be exact, at the bundle of firewood on Wei Ting's shoulder, and seriously suspected that he was wrong.
Those who fight are very able to endure hardships, but the hardships on the battlefield are different from the hardships in life.
Wei Ting did not start as a lowly handyman, he was born in the Wei family, and with the aura of the grandson of the Wei family, he entered the military camp as a regular army.
The young master of the Wei family probably has never done such work as chopping firewood and carrying water in his life.
"I'm back." Su Xiaoxiao greeted Wei Ting.
"Hmm." Wei Ting looked away from Su Mo, put down the firewood naturally, and sloppily moved a pony and tied it to the stove and sat down.
Su Mo thought what he was going to do, and saw that he took a piece of thick linen naturally and spread it on his right leg.
His slender jade-like hands grabbed a few thin sticks of firewood, folded them on his legs, and with a bang, the firewood broke.
He threw the folded firewood into the stove and poked it with the tongs.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even if Su Mo was killed, he wouldn't believe that the dignified young master of the Wei family would actually burn a fire, and he would burn it... so smoothly.
I don't know, I still think that this guy has changed his career to become a cook instead of fighting.
Su Xiaoxiao put the lid on the pot, took off the apron she made, and said to Wei Ting, "Dahu and the others seem to have woken up. I'll go over and have a look, porridge is cooking in the pot."
After she went out, Wei Ting really looked at the fire seriously.
Su Mo didn't have much contact with Wei Ting, and even if they met, they were lukewarm and barely communicated.
In fact, counting by age, he is twenty-two this year, only one year older than Wei Ting.
"That... I'll try it." He said to Wei Ting.
Wei Ting graciously moved the ponytail to the side, and Su Mo took the small stool and sat down.
Wei Ting handed him the tongs and firewood, as well as the thick sackcloth on his legs.
Following Wei Ting's example, he folded the firewood and put it in the stove, and then poked it with the tongs.
After a while, the porridge in the pot was silent.
Su Mo wondered: "What's going on? The fire is quite big..."
Wei Ting picked up the tongs in a nonchalant manner, and evenly pushed aside the stacked firewood: "A person must be solid, but a fire must be hollow."
"You still understand this?"
Su Mo was too surprised.
Thinking of something, Su Mo asked inexplicably, "Could it be that you are relying on these... skills... to please my uncle and cousin?"
"No." Wei Ting said boldly, "I rely on my face."
Su Mo: "..."
Su Mo came today to have a serious business, but Wei Ting almost forgot what he was doing because of Wei Ting's coquettish remarks.
The three well-dressed little ones came to the backyard to wash up, smelled the fragrance, and walked in for a walk.
Su Mo had been here a few times, and San Xiao only knew him, so he called him Uncle Su obediently.
Seeing nothing delicious, I went out again.
"Is it really your son?"
Su Mo asked Wei Ting.
"Ang." Wei Ting responded lightly.
"Where's the child's mother?" Su Mo asked.
He would not allow another woman to come out and compete with his cousin to be jealous.
Regardless of whether he has feelings for Su Xiaoxiao or not, this is the dignity of the Su family that he should maintain as the heir of the Su family.
Wei Ting glanced out: "Here."
Su Mo followed his gaze and saw Su Xiaoxiao who was preparing a small washbasin for the three little ones.
San Xiaozhi kept rubbing his little head on her body until it stuck to her body.
Su Mo took a deep breath, this guy refused to speak.
Well, he checked it out himself.
Wei Ting didn't sleep all night, and went back to the house to catch up on sleep after burning the fire.
He has his own separate room, just next door to Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Mo just couldn't understand, these two people-
On the other side, Qin Canglan woke up.
Because of taking Anshen Decoction, he slept soundly that night, and when he woke up, he didn't feel any headache or nausea anymore.
The general's physical fitness is really excellent, Su Xiaoxiao took the sphygmomanometer: "You can go back."
"what……"
Qin Canglan was reluctant to leave.
But things haven't been resolved yet, and it's of no help for him to stay here.
He had to investigate clearly what happened that year.
"Can I... go see your father and your brother first?"
Qin Canglan has never had such a humble moment, as if worried about being rejected, he added, "I won't say anything!"
Su Xiaoxiao closed the small medicine box: "OK."
Qin Canglan went to Su Chengwu.
The father and son were sleeping soundly. They looked fierce on weekdays, but their sleeping appearance was unexpectedly honest.
Qin Canglan stared at it for a long time, his throat felt sore.
Su Ergou opened his eyes in a daze, and asked half asleep, "Sister, are you going to sell cakes?"
selling cakes...
His direct grandson... actually lived a life of selling cakes in the countryside for a living...
Su Xiaoxiao walked in: "We don't sell pancakes today, so go to sleep."
"Oh, call me if you sell it." Su Ergou turned over and fell asleep again dizzy.
Qin Canglan turned his back to the direction of the door, put his hands on his thighs, and supported his precarious body.
Su Xiaoxiao put the folded clothes into the cabinet, looked at Qin Canglan's back and said, "Breakfast is ready."
Qin Canglan raised his hand to wipe the red eye sockets, sniffed his nose, and said in his usual tone, "Understood, I'll come right over."
...
Su Xiaoxiao's craftsmanship is excellent, the buns and steamed buns she makes are even more delicious than those sold in shops.
But the more so, the more uncomfortable Qin Canglan felt.
The child of the poor has long been in charge of the family, if she is not living among the people, why should she wash and cook?
Qin Yanran doesn't even know how to peel corn cobs, but she is already able to do so many rough and tiring tasks proficiently.
It took him a while to find his own voice: "You guys lived in the country... that's how you lived."
"That's not true." Su Xiao said.
Qin Canglan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Su Xiaoxiao say: "The city is much more comfortable than the countryside. In the countryside, besides doing laundry and cooking, you have to go to the village entrance to fetch water, go to the mountains to cut firewood, and go to the fields to pick vegetables. When the days are good, we feed pigs and chickens, but when the days are bad, we don’t even have to feed the pigs.”
Qin Canglan's heart was cut like a knife.
Su Xiaoxiao continued: "Later, the family started to make dim sum for a living."
Qin Canglan asked in a daze, "Also...do you wake up so early?"
Su Xiaoxiao said lightly: "It's much earlier than this. We get up at the third watch and go out at the fifth watch. In the cold winter months, Ergou and I hang trays around our necks and stop at the gate of Jinji... Jin Kee, the largest dim sum shop in our town. Er Gou yelled 'Bings for sale—', 'Flavourful and sweet wife cakes—'. I am fat and carry cold. Er Gou is thin and wears thin Chilblains all over the backs of hands and ears."
"I asked Er Gou, do you like selling pancakes? Er Gou said he liked it, because after selling pancakes, he would no longer be hungry."
Finally, Qin Canglan couldn't control it anymore, and the hot old tears fell into the bowl with a thud.
...
Su Mo arranged for two carriages.
Qin Canglan sat in the carriage in front, and he and Su Xiaoxiao sat in the second carriage.
"What you said just now...are all true," Su Mo said.
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him suspiciously, and realized that he was referring to her "complaining" to Qin Canglan at the dinner table.
She said, "Didn't you investigate?"
Su Mo said: "It has been investigated."
But listening to other people's reports is completely different from listening to her own words.
During the whole process, she didn't complain a word, nor mixed with any emotions of grief and indignation, but the more she downplayed it, the more shocking it was.
——How much hardship did you go through to be so calm when you mention it?
Su Xiaoxiao told Wei Ting about the news.
Su Mo's thick eyebrows frowned slightly: "You mean...Qin Canglan has most likely discovered Uncle, and deliberately found a pretense to lure Uncle away, and then sent someone over—to investigate or—"
silence.
He didn't say the last two words.
There is no need for him to say.
Su Xiaoxiao also considered this possibility.
"Then why didn't he do anything?" Su Mo was puzzled.
Su Xiaoxiao said calmly: "Isn't this Qin Canglan's arrival? Doing it in front of Qin Canglan's face is for fear that Qin Canglan won't recognize him?"
Su Mo nodded: "Can you see what that person looks like?"
Su Xiaoxiao shook her head: "No, Wei Ting said, he has been wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face."
Su Mo pondered: "I'm afraid it's not that simple."
--
Protector's Mansion.
Qin Che sat in the study all night.
At dawn, someone finally came to report that the old man had returned.
Looking at the light coming in through the window lattice, Qin Che suddenly felt a little glaring.
"My lord, my lord?"
The servant called twice.
Qin Che came back to his senses: "What did you just say?"
The boy was taken aback by Qin Che's sudden sluggish look with a strange look in his eyes, and said tremblingly, "Old, the old man is back, waiting for you in the study."
"It's finally here..."
Qin Che laughed madly, and the boy's face turned pale with fright.
What's the matter today, my lord?
Qin Che brushed off his wide sleeves, stood up, and straightened his clothes in front of the bronze mirror.
He smiled and asked the servant: "Does it seem impolite for me to look like this?"
The little servant, the second monk Zhang, was puzzled: "No, I'm not being rude, it's very good!"
Generally, the Duke of the country would pay so much attention to his appearance only when he was in court, but the servant was furious and dared not ask.
"Let's go."
Qin Che said with a smile.
He walked to Qin Canglan's study in a graceful manner.
The bump on Qin Canglan's forehead hasn't faded yet, presumably it was hit by Su Chengyi's stick.
Qin Che saluted respectfully: "Father."
Qin Canglan said to the servants in the room: "You all stand down!"
"yes."
Everyone retreated obediently, and the last person did not forget to close the door for the two of them.
Qin Canglan is not a person who likes to beat around the bush. This is probably a common problem of many generals. He is too upright and disdains to play tricks.
Except for war.
Qin Canglan sat down on the main seat, and his eyes fell coldly on Qin Che's face.
"Don't call me father, I already know."
boom--
Qin Che's head rang with a thunderous thunder.
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Wei Ting has a mission tonight, and went out again in the middle of the night.
Su Xiaoxiao sighed again, after coming to the capital, Wei Ting was much busy.
"The crit attack of appearance in the morning is gone again..."
Su Xiaoxiao yawned, grabbed a small dumpling and used it as a pillow in her arms, and fell asleep snoring.
Before dawn, Su Mo came over.
Su Xiaoxiao is cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
Seeing her, Su Mo was slightly surprised: "You slept well last night."
After going through such a big thing, this girl can actually sleep?
What is the heart of steel?
"It's not bad." Su Xiaoxiao said.
And you can't do this and that with men, sleep until dawn, and have hairy sleep quality?
"Is uncle okay?" Su Mo asked.
"I haven't told my dad yet." Su Xiaoxiao said.
Su Mo nodded: "At a later date, it's not too late to tell Uncle when he gets used to it. How is Uncle's condition?"
Su Xiaoxiao cut the prepared dough into strips: "I watched it all night, it's okay, the medicine I gave him has soothing ingredients, I guess it will take another hour or two to wake up. Have you had breakfast? "
Su Mo came over in a hurry and didn't eat at all.
Su Xiaoxiao said, "I'll make two for you."
Su Mo... didn't refuse.
Su Xiaoxiao spread out two scallion pancakes, put a small plate of pickled radish on the small table in the kitchen.
"Are you going to eat in the hall?"
she asked.
Young Master Hou's Mansion has never eaten in the stove house, and he has never eaten scallion pancakes on the street.
Su Mo rarely showed a blank expression.
He looked at Su Xiaoxiao, and saw that she was busy in front of the stove again: "You don't want to eat?"
"I'll eat this." Su Xiaoxiao pointed to the steamed sweet potatoes that just came out of the stove, "I'll eat it later, I have to make the family's breakfast first."
"I'm waiting for you."
Su Mo sat down on the small bench.
Su Xiaoxiao said: "No need, it won't taste good when it's cold."
"Did you do it all by yourself? It's too hard. I'll pick two maids for you tomorrow. How can you take care of a big family by yourself?"
As soon as the voice fell, footsteps came from the yard.
Surprisingly, Wei Ting came back.
Wei Ting carried a bundle of firewood on his shoulders.
He met Zhong Shan on the way. Zhong Shan's carriage broke down, and the old man was struggling to carry it alone. Wei Ting took the firewood without saying a word.
Wei Ting didn't know that Su Mo was there, and only saw him when he entered the room.
Su Mo was also very surprised. He looked at Wei Ting...to be exact, at the bundle of firewood on Wei Ting's shoulder, and seriously suspected that he was wrong.
Those who fight are very able to endure hardships, but the hardships on the battlefield are different from the hardships in life.
Wei Ting did not start as a lowly handyman, he was born in the Wei family, and with the aura of the grandson of the Wei family, he entered the military camp as a regular army.
The young master of the Wei family probably has never done such work as chopping firewood and carrying water in his life.
"I'm back." Su Xiaoxiao greeted Wei Ting.
"Hmm." Wei Ting looked away from Su Mo, put down the firewood naturally, and sloppily moved a pony and tied it to the stove and sat down.
Su Mo thought what he was going to do, and saw that he took a piece of thick linen naturally and spread it on his right leg.
His slender jade-like hands grabbed a few thin sticks of firewood, folded them on his legs, and with a bang, the firewood broke.
He threw the folded firewood into the stove and poked it with the tongs.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even if Su Mo was killed, he wouldn't believe that the dignified young master of the Wei family would actually burn a fire, and he would burn it... so smoothly.
I don't know, I still think that this guy has changed his career to become a cook instead of fighting.
Su Xiaoxiao put the lid on the pot, took off the apron she made, and said to Wei Ting, "Dahu and the others seem to have woken up. I'll go over and have a look, porridge is cooking in the pot."
After she went out, Wei Ting really looked at the fire seriously.
Su Mo didn't have much contact with Wei Ting, and even if they met, they were lukewarm and barely communicated.
In fact, counting by age, he is twenty-two this year, only one year older than Wei Ting.
"That... I'll try it." He said to Wei Ting.
Wei Ting graciously moved the ponytail to the side, and Su Mo took the small stool and sat down.
Wei Ting handed him the tongs and firewood, as well as the thick sackcloth on his legs.
Following Wei Ting's example, he folded the firewood and put it in the stove, and then poked it with the tongs.
After a while, the porridge in the pot was silent.
Su Mo wondered: "What's going on? The fire is quite big..."
Wei Ting picked up the tongs in a nonchalant manner, and evenly pushed aside the stacked firewood: "A person must be solid, but a fire must be hollow."
"You still understand this?"
Su Mo was too surprised.
Thinking of something, Su Mo asked inexplicably, "Could it be that you are relying on these... skills... to please my uncle and cousin?"
"No." Wei Ting said boldly, "I rely on my face."
Su Mo: "..."
Su Mo came today to have a serious business, but Wei Ting almost forgot what he was doing because of Wei Ting's coquettish remarks.
The three well-dressed little ones came to the backyard to wash up, smelled the fragrance, and walked in for a walk.
Su Mo had been here a few times, and San Xiao only knew him, so he called him Uncle Su obediently.
Seeing nothing delicious, I went out again.
"Is it really your son?"
Su Mo asked Wei Ting.
"Ang." Wei Ting responded lightly.
"Where's the child's mother?" Su Mo asked.
He would not allow another woman to come out and compete with his cousin to be jealous.
Regardless of whether he has feelings for Su Xiaoxiao or not, this is the dignity of the Su family that he should maintain as the heir of the Su family.
Wei Ting glanced out: "Here."
Su Mo followed his gaze and saw Su Xiaoxiao who was preparing a small washbasin for the three little ones.
San Xiaozhi kept rubbing his little head on her body until it stuck to her body.
Su Mo took a deep breath, this guy refused to speak.
Well, he checked it out himself.
Wei Ting didn't sleep all night, and went back to the house to catch up on sleep after burning the fire.
He has his own separate room, just next door to Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Mo just couldn't understand, these two people-
On the other side, Qin Canglan woke up.
Because of taking Anshen Decoction, he slept soundly that night, and when he woke up, he didn't feel any headache or nausea anymore.
The general's physical fitness is really excellent, Su Xiaoxiao took the sphygmomanometer: "You can go back."
"what……"
Qin Canglan was reluctant to leave.
But things haven't been resolved yet, and it's of no help for him to stay here.
He had to investigate clearly what happened that year.
"Can I... go see your father and your brother first?"
Qin Canglan has never had such a humble moment, as if worried about being rejected, he added, "I won't say anything!"
Su Xiaoxiao closed the small medicine box: "OK."
Qin Canglan went to Su Chengwu.
The father and son were sleeping soundly. They looked fierce on weekdays, but their sleeping appearance was unexpectedly honest.
Qin Canglan stared at it for a long time, his throat felt sore.
Su Ergou opened his eyes in a daze, and asked half asleep, "Sister, are you going to sell cakes?"
selling cakes...
His direct grandson... actually lived a life of selling cakes in the countryside for a living...
Su Xiaoxiao walked in: "We don't sell pancakes today, so go to sleep."
"Oh, call me if you sell it." Su Ergou turned over and fell asleep again dizzy.
Qin Canglan turned his back to the direction of the door, put his hands on his thighs, and supported his precarious body.
Su Xiaoxiao put the folded clothes into the cabinet, looked at Qin Canglan's back and said, "Breakfast is ready."
Qin Canglan raised his hand to wipe the red eye sockets, sniffed his nose, and said in his usual tone, "Understood, I'll come right over."
...
Su Xiaoxiao's craftsmanship is excellent, the buns and steamed buns she makes are even more delicious than those sold in shops.
But the more so, the more uncomfortable Qin Canglan felt.
The child of the poor has long been in charge of the family, if she is not living among the people, why should she wash and cook?
Qin Yanran doesn't even know how to peel corn cobs, but she is already able to do so many rough and tiring tasks proficiently.
It took him a while to find his own voice: "You guys lived in the country... that's how you lived."
"That's not true." Su Xiao said.
Qin Canglan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Su Xiaoxiao say: "The city is much more comfortable than the countryside. In the countryside, besides doing laundry and cooking, you have to go to the village entrance to fetch water, go to the mountains to cut firewood, and go to the fields to pick vegetables. When the days are good, we feed pigs and chickens, but when the days are bad, we don’t even have to feed the pigs.”
Qin Canglan's heart was cut like a knife.
Su Xiaoxiao continued: "Later, the family started to make dim sum for a living."
Qin Canglan asked in a daze, "Also...do you wake up so early?"
Su Xiaoxiao said lightly: "It's much earlier than this. We get up at the third watch and go out at the fifth watch. In the cold winter months, Ergou and I hang trays around our necks and stop at the gate of Jinji... Jin Kee, the largest dim sum shop in our town. Er Gou yelled 'Bings for sale—', 'Flavourful and sweet wife cakes—'. I am fat and carry cold. Er Gou is thin and wears thin Chilblains all over the backs of hands and ears."
"I asked Er Gou, do you like selling pancakes? Er Gou said he liked it, because after selling pancakes, he would no longer be hungry."
Finally, Qin Canglan couldn't control it anymore, and the hot old tears fell into the bowl with a thud.
...
Su Mo arranged for two carriages.
Qin Canglan sat in the carriage in front, and he and Su Xiaoxiao sat in the second carriage.
"What you said just now...are all true," Su Mo said.
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him suspiciously, and realized that he was referring to her "complaining" to Qin Canglan at the dinner table.
She said, "Didn't you investigate?"
Su Mo said: "It has been investigated."
But listening to other people's reports is completely different from listening to her own words.
During the whole process, she didn't complain a word, nor mixed with any emotions of grief and indignation, but the more she downplayed it, the more shocking it was.
——How much hardship did you go through to be so calm when you mention it?
Su Xiaoxiao told Wei Ting about the news.
Su Mo's thick eyebrows frowned slightly: "You mean...Qin Canglan has most likely discovered Uncle, and deliberately found a pretense to lure Uncle away, and then sent someone over—to investigate or—"
silence.
He didn't say the last two words.
There is no need for him to say.
Su Xiaoxiao also considered this possibility.
"Then why didn't he do anything?" Su Mo was puzzled.
Su Xiaoxiao said calmly: "Isn't this Qin Canglan's arrival? Doing it in front of Qin Canglan's face is for fear that Qin Canglan won't recognize him?"
Su Mo nodded: "Can you see what that person looks like?"
Su Xiaoxiao shook her head: "No, Wei Ting said, he has been wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face."
Su Mo pondered: "I'm afraid it's not that simple."
--
Protector's Mansion.
Qin Che sat in the study all night.
At dawn, someone finally came to report that the old man had returned.
Looking at the light coming in through the window lattice, Qin Che suddenly felt a little glaring.
"My lord, my lord?"
The servant called twice.
Qin Che came back to his senses: "What did you just say?"
The boy was taken aback by Qin Che's sudden sluggish look with a strange look in his eyes, and said tremblingly, "Old, the old man is back, waiting for you in the study."
"It's finally here..."
Qin Che laughed madly, and the boy's face turned pale with fright.
What's the matter today, my lord?
Qin Che brushed off his wide sleeves, stood up, and straightened his clothes in front of the bronze mirror.
He smiled and asked the servant: "Does it seem impolite for me to look like this?"
The little servant, the second monk Zhang, was puzzled: "No, I'm not being rude, it's very good!"
Generally, the Duke of the country would pay so much attention to his appearance only when he was in court, but the servant was furious and dared not ask.
"Let's go."
Qin Che said with a smile.
He walked to Qin Canglan's study in a graceful manner.
The bump on Qin Canglan's forehead hasn't faded yet, presumably it was hit by Su Chengyi's stick.
Qin Che saluted respectfully: "Father."
Qin Canglan said to the servants in the room: "You all stand down!"
"yes."
Everyone retreated obediently, and the last person did not forget to close the door for the two of them.
Qin Canglan is not a person who likes to beat around the bush. This is probably a common problem of many generals. He is too upright and disdains to play tricks.
Except for war.
Qin Canglan sat down on the main seat, and his eyes fell coldly on Qin Che's face.
"Don't call me father, I already know."
boom--
Qin Che's head rang with a thunderous thunder.
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Wei Ting has a mission tonight, and went out again in the middle of the night. Su Xiaoxiao sighed again, after coming to the capital, Wei Ting was much busy. "The crit attack of appearance in the morning is gone again..." Su Xiaoxiao yawned, grabbed a small dumpling and used it as a pillow in her arms, and fell asleep snoring. Before dawn, Su Mo came over. Su Xiaoxiao is cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Seeing her, Su Mo was slightly surprised: "You slept well last night." After going through such a big thing, this girl can actually sleep? What is the heart of steel? "It's not bad." Su Xiaoxiao said. And you can't do this and that with men, sleep until dawn, and have hairy sleep quality? "Is uncle okay?" Su Mo asked. "I haven't told my dad yet." Su Xiaoxiao said. Su Mo nodded: "At a later date, it's not too late to tell Uncle when he gets used to it. How is Uncle's condition?" Su Xiaoxiao cut the prepared dough into strips: "I watched it all night, it's okay, the medicine I gave him has soothing ingredients, I guess it will take another hour or two to wake up. Have you had breakfast? " Su Mo came over in a hurry and didn't eat at all. Su Xiaoxiao said, "I'll make two for you." Su Mo... didn't refuse. Su Xiaoxiao spread out two scallion pancakes, put a small plate of pickled radish on the small table in the kitchen. "Are you going to eat in the hall?" she asked. Young Master Hou's Mansion has never eaten in the stove house, and he has never eaten scallion pancakes on the street. Su Mo rarely showed a blank expression. He looked at Su Xiaoxiao, and saw that she was busy in front of the stove again: "You don't want to eat?" "I'll eat this." Su Xiaoxiao pointed to the steamed sweet potatoes that just came out of the stove, "I'll eat it later, I have to make the family's breakfast first." "I'm waiting for you." Su Mo sat down on the small bench. Su Xiaoxiao said: "No need, it won't taste good when it's cold." "Did you do it all by yourself? It's too hard. I'll pick two maids for you tomorrow. How can you take care of a big family by yourself?" As soon as the voice fell, footsteps came from the yard. Surprisingly, Wei Ting came back. Wei Ting carried a bundle of firewood on his shoulders. He met Zhong Shan on the way. Zhong Shan's carriage broke down, and the old man was struggling to carry it alone. Wei Ting took the firewood without saying a word. Wei Ting didn't know that Su Mo was there, and only saw him when he entered the room. Su Mo was also very surprised. He looked at Wei Ting...to be exact, at the bundle of firewood on Wei Ting's shoulder, and seriously suspected that he was wrong. Those who fight are very able to endure hardships, but the hardships on the battlefield are different from the hardships in life. Wei Ting did not start as a lowly handyman, he was born in the Wei family, and with the aura of the grandson of the Wei family, he entered the military camp as a regular army. The young master of the Wei family probably has never done such work as chopping firewood and carrying water in his life. "I'm back." Su Xiaoxiao greeted Wei Ting. "Hmm." Wei Ting looked away from Su Mo, put down the firewood naturally, and sloppily moved a pony and tied it to the stove and sat down. Su Mo thought what he was going to do, and saw that he took a piece of thick linen naturally and spread it on his right leg. His slender jade-like hands grabbed a few thin sticks of firewood, folded them on his legs, and with a bang, the firewood broke. He threw the folded firewood into the stove and poked it with the tongs. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even if Su Mo was killed, he wouldn't believe that the dignified young master of the Wei family would actually burn a fire, and he would burn it... so smoothly. I don't know, I still think that this guy has changed his career to become a cook instead of fighting. Su Xiaoxiao put the lid on the pot, took off the apron she made, and said to Wei Ting, "Dahu and the others seem to have woken up. I'll go over and have a look, porridge is cooking in the pot." After she went out, Wei Ting really looked at the fire seriously. Su Mo didn't have much contact with Wei Ting, and even if they met, they were lukewarm and barely communicated. In fact, counting by age, he is twenty-two this year, only one year older than Wei Ting. "That... I'll try it." He said to Wei Ting. Wei Ting graciously moved the ponytail to the side, and Su Mo took the small stool and sat down. Wei Ting handed him the tongs and firewood, as well as the thick sackcloth on his legs. Following Wei Ting's example, he folded the firewood and put it in the stove, and then poked it with the tongs. After a while, the porridge in the pot was silent. Su Mo wondered: "What's going on? The fire is quite big..." Wei Ting picked up the tongs in a nonchalant manner, and evenly pushed aside the stacked firewood: "A person must be solid, but a fire must be hollow." "You still understand this?" Su Mo was too surprised. Thinking of something, Su Mo asked inexplicably, "Could it be that you are relying on these... skills... to please my uncle and cousin?" "No." Wei Ting said boldly, "I rely on my face." Su Mo: "..." Su Mo came today to have a serious business, but Wei Ting almost forgot what he was doing because of Wei Ting's coquettish remarks. The three well-dressed little ones came to the backyard to wash up, smelled the fragrance, and walked in for a walk. Su Mo had been here a few times, and San Xiao only knew him, so he called him Uncle Su obediently. Seeing nothing delicious, I went out again. "Is it really your son?" Su Mo asked Wei Ting. "Ang." Wei Ting responded lightly. "Where's the child's mother?" Su Mo asked. He would not allow another woman to come out and compete with his cousin to be jealous. Regardless of whether he has feelings for Su Xiaoxiao or not, this is the dignity of the Su family that he should maintain as the heir of the Su family. Wei Ting glanced out: "Here." Su Mo followed his gaze and saw Su Xiaoxiao who was preparing a small washbasin for the three little ones. San Xiaozhi kept rubbing his little head on her body until it stuck to her body. Su Mo took a deep breath, this guy refused to speak. Well, he checked it out himself. Wei Ting didn't sleep all night, and went back to the house to catch up on sleep after burning the fire. He has his own separate room, just next door to Su Xiaoxiao. Su Mo just couldn't understand, these two people- On the other side, Qin Canglan woke up. Because of taking Anshen Decoction, he slept soundly that night, and when he woke up, he didn't feel any headache or nausea anymore. The general's physical fitness is really excellent, Su Xiaoxiao took the sphygmomanometer: "You can go back." "what" Qin Canglan was reluctant to leave. But things haven't been resolved yet, and it's of no help for him to stay here. He had to investigate clearly what happened that year. "Can I... go see your father and your brother first?" Qin Canglan has never had such a humble moment, as if worried about being rejected, he added, "I won't say anything!" Su Xiaoxiao closed the small medicine box: "OK." Qin Canglan went to Su Chengwu. The father and son were sleeping soundly. They looked fierce on weekdays, but their sleeping appearance was unexpectedly honest. Qin Canglan stared at it for a long time, his throat felt sore. Su Ergou opened his eyes in a daze, and asked half asleep, "Sister, are you going to sell cakes?" selling cakes... His direct grandson... actually lived a life of selling cakes in the countryside for a living... Su Xiaoxiao walked in: "We don't sell pancakes today, so go to sleep." "Oh, call me if you sell it." Su Ergou turned over and fell asleep again dizzy. Qin Canglan turned his back to the direction of the door, put his hands on his thighs, and supported his precarious body. Su Xiaoxiao put the folded clothes into the cabinet, looked at Qin Canglan's back and said, "Breakfast is ready." Qin Canglan raised his hand to wipe the red eye sockets, sniffed his nose, and said in his usual tone, "Understood, I'll come right over." ... Su Xiaoxiao's craftsmanship is excellent, the buns and steamed buns she makes are even more delicious than those sold in shops. But the more so, the more uncomfortable Qin Canglan felt. The child of the poor has long been in charge of the family, if she is not living among the people, why should she wash and cook? Qin Yanran doesn't even know how to peel corn cobs, but she is already able to do so many rough and tiring tasks proficiently. It took him a while to find his own voice: "You guys lived in the country... that's how you lived." "That's not true." Su Xiao said. Qin Canglan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Su Xiaoxiao say: "The city is much more comfortable than the countryside. In the countryside, besides doing laundry and cooking, you have to go to the village entrance to fetch water, go to the mountains to cut firewood, and go to the fields to pick vegetables. When the days are good, we feed pigs and chickens, but when the days are bad, we don't even have to feed the pigs. Qin Canglan's heart was cut like a knife. Su Xiaoxiao continued: "Later, the family started to make dim sum for a living." Qin Canglan asked in a daze, "Also...do you wake up so early?" Su Xiaoxiao said lightly: "It's much earlier than this. We get up at the third watch and go out at the fifth watch. In the cold winter months, Ergou and I hang trays around our necks and stop at the gate of Jinji... Jin Kee, the largest dim sum shop in our town. Er Gou yelled 'Bings for sale', 'Flavourful and sweet wife cakes'. I am fat and carry cold. Er Gou is thin and wears thin Chilblains all over the backs of hands and ears." "I asked Er Gou, do you like selling pancakes? Er Gou said he liked it, because after selling pancakes, he would no longer be hungry." Finally, Qin Canglan couldn't control it anymore, and the hot old tears fell into the bowl with a thud. ... Su Mo arranged for two carriages. Qin Canglan sat in the carriage in front, and he and Su Xiaoxiao sat in the second carriage. "What you said just now...are all true," Su Mo said. Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him suspiciously, and realized that he was referring to her "complaining" to Qin Canglan at the dinner table. She said, "Didn't you investigate?" Su Mo said: "It has been investigated." But listening to other people's reports is completely different from listening to her own words. During the whole process, she didn't complain a word, nor mixed with any emotions of grief and indignation, but the more she downplayed it, the more shocking it was. How much hardship did you go through to be so calm when you mention it? Su Xiaoxiao told Wei Ting about the news. Su Mo's thick eyebrows frowned slightly: "You mean...Qin Canglan has most likely discovered Uncle, and deliberately found a pretense to lure Uncle away, and then sent someone overto investigate or" silence. He didn't say the last two words. There is no need for him to say. Su Xiaoxiao also considered this possibility. "Then why didn't he do anything?" Su Mo was puzzled. Su Xiaoxiao said calmly: "Isn't this Qin Canglan's arrival? Doing it in front of Qin Canglan's face is for fear that Qin Canglan won't recognize him?" Su Mo nodded: "Can you see what that person looks like?" Su Xiaoxiao shook her head: "No, Wei Ting said, he has been wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face." Su Mo pondered: "I'm afraid it's not that simple." -- Protector's Mansion. Qin Che sat in the study all night. At dawn, someone finally came to report that the old man had returned. Looking at the light coming in through the window lattice, Qin Che suddenly felt a little glaring. "My lord, my lord?" The servant called twice. Qin Che came back to his senses: "What did you just say?" The boy was taken aback by Qin Che's sudden sluggish look with a strange look in his eyes, and said tremblingly, "Old, the old man is back, waiting for you in the study." "It's finally here..." Qin Che laughed madly, and the boy's face turned pale with fright. What's the matter today, my lord? Qin Che brushed off his wide sleeves, stood up, and straightened his clothes in front of the bronze mirror. He smiled and asked the servant: "Does it seem impolite for me to look like this?" The little servant, the second monk Zhang, was puzzled: "No, I'm not being rude, it's very good!" Generally, the Duke of the country would pay so much attention to his appearance only when he was in court, but the servant was furious and dared not ask. "Let's go." Qin Che said with a smile. He walked to Qin Canglan's study in a graceful manner. The bump on Qin Canglan's forehead hasn't faded yet, presumably it was hit by Su Chengyi's stick. Qin Che saluted respectfully: "Father." Qin Canglan said to the servants in the room: "You all stand down!" "yes." Everyone retreated obediently, and the last person did not forget to close the door for the two of them. Qin Canglan is not a person who likes to beat around the bush. This is probably a common problem of many generals. He is too upright and disdains to play tricks. Except for war. Qin Canglan sat down on the main seat, and his eyes fell coldly on Qin Che's face. "Don't call me father, I already know." boom-- Qin Che's head rang with a thunderous thunder. Off Topic Xiaoxiang's old app will be closed at the end of the month. This is the monthly ticket list for the last month of the old app. If you have monthly tickets and Xiaoxiang tickets, hurry up and vote, they will be gone next month. 7017k
