Song Yuanhuanzhi

Ten years later

Above the river, there are vast expanse of blue waves, and a double-decker boat moves leisurely in the water.

From a distance, the carved railings echo the carvings at the head and tail. There are reliefs of auspicious clouds around the hull, and there is morning mist floating on the river, as if it has just sailed out of a fairyland.

A young boy wearing an indigo robe stood at the railing on the second floor, holding a book with an unknown name in his hand, and kept waiting for word after word to come out.

At this time, the crew member downstairs sighed: "This child is so hardworking. It would be great if he were my child."

Another crew member joked: "In order to have such a good child, we must first be like his parents."

The funny words also reflect the reality. If there are no good conditions for children, how can they read, read, and concentrate on their studies?

The two of them sighed here, and the cook who specialized in providing food came out. She raised her head and waved to the young boy on the railing and said softly: "Young Master, the morning meal is ready. Come down and eat something first to fill your stomach." endorsement."

The fat and white cook had a loving look on her face and wiped her hands with the apron tied around her waist. She seemed to feel that it would be disrespectful to talk to the scholar if her hands were not wiped clean.

The little boy, who was made whiter and tenderer by the indigo clothes, heard that there was something to eat, and his sullen little face instantly opened into a big smile.

"Thank you, Mrs. Zeng, I'll come down right away." As soon as he finished speaking, the young boy rolled up the book and stuffed it into his arms, and ran downstairs.

Hearing the hurried footsteps, Aunt Zeng said in a hurry: "Hey, slow down, slow down~ I've saved it for you! Don't be in a hurry..."

After Aunt Zeng finished speaking, the young man also ran up to her. Aunt Zeng really loved this baby to the core. She said helplessly and distressedly: "Hey, why do you feel that your complexion has become paler overnight? Are you seasick? He must be angry. If you can’t keep up with your blood, wait until noon when the aunt will cook you chestnut and red date chicken..."

"Well, okay!" The little boy nodded repeatedly when he heard that there was chicken to eat.

The crew member on the other side sighed, can you tell that today is less energetic than yesterday after not seeing each other for one night?
Is it possible that the clothes made the child look even whiter?
Is this going around the corner to replenish the child's body?
I don't know if this little body can bear it.

The whole family entered the kitchen under the envious eyes of the crew.

The river breeze blew, and the crew members faintly heard Aunt Li ask: "Why do your parents get up so late every day? Really, they don't care much, I think it makes the young master uncomfortable..."

The little boy is Dandan, whose nickname is Fu Wenyan.

A gentleman with words, warm as jade.

Dandan said: "Mom and dad are seasick, just take it easy and it will be fine."

The crew member shook his head, with pity in his eyes. This kid really knew how to excuse his parents. When he passed by on patrol at night, the movement was not like that of a seasick person.

It wasn't until the scorching sun set in the sky that there was any movement in a room on the second floor.

Song Huan rubbed her eyes, her eyes were sleepy and everything in front of her was shaking. She didn't know whether it was because of the ship or herself.

Fu Yuanzhi pinched Song Huan's cheek and said in a hoarse voice: "Madam, are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?"

Song Huan was old and his brain was a bit useless. He blushed when he heard this and said, "Ahem, not bad."

Fu Yuanzhi pushed Song Huan's hair away from his forehead and said, "It seems that I have to work harder for my husband."

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Song Huan quickly stood up and said, "Where's Dandan? I'm going to check on him, but don't study so stupidly that you don't know how to eat." Fu Yuanzhi lay on the bed, looking at the busy figures coming and going. The corners of his mouth gradually rose, and the look of contentment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Dandan was enjoying the small stove set by Aunt Zeng, and when she heard the footsteps, she knew that her mother had already gotten up.

Song Huan, freshly dressed, entered the kitchen. At that moment, it was as if a mirror suddenly appeared in the kitchen. This mirror projected the sunlight from outside and instantly brightened the dark kitchen by two levels.

Time has not left any trace on Song Huan's body, and there is a sense of leisure and relaxation in every gesture.

The other people who were eating were stunned in place. Even if they saw her many times, they could not conceal the strong visual feast that they were struck by the beauty every time.

It is hard to imagine that such a beautiful woman already has a ten-year-old child.

Although he didn't want to admit it, when Fu Yuanzhi also came in, he still had to sigh at the good looks of the family. Such a beautiful woman, her husband was indeed handsome to a certain extent, and the handsome man and beauty also had such a good-looking child, which was really enviable.

As soon as Dandan saw his parents, he no longer acted like a grown-up, and his voice was clear and clear only for his age: "Dad, Mom."

"Dandan has chicken legs to eat today!" Song Huan sat down and gave Dandan a big sticker, and put her hand on Dandan's little head.

Dandan smiled sheepishly: "It's Aunt Zeng who is nice to Wen Yan."

Dandan has refused the nickname Dandan since he was five years old. When asked, he would only call himself Wen Yan. If Song Huan, his biological mother, exposed him, he would have no choice but to admit that he had such a nickname.

However, Dandan has been smart since he was a child. He has never put himself in embarrassing situations. Even if he doesn't like the name, he will not show his dislike in front of others. He will also say: "This is what parents say to Wen Yan." Love."

Even if the other party understands these words, as long as he doesn't break the thin layer of paper in front of Dandan, he can still say these words without hesitation.

Song Huan just rubbed the hair that Dandan had combed into a chicken nest. Song Huan said softly: "Have you ever said thank you to Aunt Zeng?"

Dandan nodded, "Yes."

At this moment, Aunt Zeng also brought two bowls over and said: "This child is really sensible. I saw that his face is too pale today. I am afraid that he has insufficient energy and blood, so I give the child some supplements to prevent him from being too tired from studying and causing physical problems." If you can’t keep up, the child is still young, and it won’t be good if your body collapses.”

Song Huan looked at the shredded chicken noodle soup placed in front of her, and she could vaguely see a good piece of chicken under the noodles.

Song Huan smiled and said, "Thanks to Aunt Zeng for taking care of me during this period, I don't know how to thank you."

Aunt Zeng waved her hand and said politely: "Oh, it's fate that we met. I don't talk about this, I don't talk about this."

This family of three is really eye-catching. This is the happiest business trip she has ever had in her life, and she is happy to pay for it.Money can't buy me happiness, not to mention how much a few chickens can cost. Moreover, this family is generous, and the shipping fee is enough to charter their ship for three months. Really, it's not bad.

Song Huan ate the shredded chicken noodle soup and sighed, "Aunt Zeng, your cooking skills are really incredible. Not even the imperial chefs in the palace can do it as well as you."

Song Huan is qualified to say this.

In fact, it's not that the imperial chef's cooking is not delicious, it's just that no matter how good the taste is, even the delicious food can become unpalatable in the quiet and boring days in the palace. Besides, the process in the palace is cumbersome. After passing the checkpoint, the food taste was no longer good.

Aunt Zeng's is different. It's hot and delicious, fresh out of the pan, and has a different texture. The most important thing is Aunt Zeng's attitude.

There is a certain connection between the chef's mood and the taste of the dishes, not to mention the taste of home, which is incomparable to the coldness of the palace.