After the first assistant's wife is reborn

Chapter 106

Xia Sichan rolled over on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, Xia Sichan slept until the sun set, when the last blush slowly faded, and the sky and the earth turned blue and white, she woke up.

Putting on the outer shirt casually, draping the embroidered shoes, walking through the window, looking at the swaying lanterns under the veranda, the lights flickering on and off.

"Hey," Xia Sichan annoyed, how could he get drunk every time he met Wei Ziqian, who had never been drunk?

Xia Sichan clenched her fists and nodded her head: Well, quit drinking!

When I was depressed in my previous life, I was willing to drink a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus.

It's just that I don't drink much every time, I fall asleep drowsily, and wake up drowsily.

Uh?
Why did he drink a lot of wine these two times, and how did he not feel dizzy when he woke up?
Isn't that a matter of different moods?
Forget it, I don't want to.

Live the moment.

Shi Ju, who heard the voice from the dormitory, opened the door and came in: "Miss, are you awake, are you thirsty, are you hungry?"

"You came just in time. You're not hungry, you're just thirsty."

Xia Sichan smacked her mouth, still savoring the delicious roasted venison.

Shi Ju first lit the lights in the room, and then poured her a cup of fragrant chrysanthemum tea.

"Miss, my master just sent a letter back, saying that he won't be coming back for dinner, so you don't need to wait for him."

"Oh, yes." Xia Sichan said in a lack of interest.

Man is a strange creature, since following him on a long trip, it has become a habit for the two of them to stay together almost every day.

Why was he so empty when he didn't come back all of a sudden?

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Late at night, the first quarter moon gradually moves to the sky, the bright color is in the sky, the heavy smoke dissipates, and the restlessness gradually fades away, leaving only the coolness.

Wei Ziqian, who was exhausted, returned to Huiyuan, and when he entered the door, he saw that the light was still on in his little wife's room.

Feeling warm in my heart, I instantly relieved my fatigue.

It's better to get married, no matter how late, someone at home is waiting for you!
Xia Sichan really didn't go to bed at this time, the reason is of course that she slept for half a day in the afternoon, and she didn't feel sleepy at night.

At this moment, she is sitting in a black rattan armchair under the desk in front of the window, holding a book of travels and reading it with gusto.

Hearing movement in the yard followed by familiar footsteps, needless to say, it was Wei Ziqian who had returned.

Xia Sichan hurriedly put down the book in her hand, got up and went to the door to greet her.

Following the sound of the servants saluting, Wei Ziqian walked in.

"The husband is back!" The little wife's voice was soft and soft, her eyebrows were picturesque, her lips were dotted with red rouge, and she frowned and smiled, full of joy.

The little wife already has a complexion that is more delicate and fair than snow, and with the moon-white skirt on her body, and the thin pink beanie, it makes her already fair complexion even more white and tender .

Wei Ziqian was happy, and the smile on his lips couldn't be suppressed no matter what, he said, "Well, Chan'er has been waiting for a long time."

Then, he took her silky little hand into the house.

"Sir, have you eaten dinner yet?" Xia Sichan asked, looking at Wei Ziqian who looked tired.

Wei Ziqian took her to Jinwu's place, asked her to sit down, and said truthfully, "It's not done yet."

In the afternoon, Wei Ziqian sent someone back to say that he would not come back for dinner, so there must have been no meal left in the kitchen.

Xia Sichan thought for a while and said, "How about I go make you a bowl of noodles."

"Okay, then please trouble Madam." Wei Ziqian bowed his hands to her in a happy mood. It was a surprise, his little wife can also cook.

In the past, when he was in the yamen of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, whenever he came back late, Sheng Yu would make an appointment to go to a restaurant for dinner together. Jiang Yuetong showed an enviable expression, and his tone was full of embarrassment: "I won't go, my wife I've made meals and waited for me to go back to eat!"

Hehe, now he can also eat meals made by his little wife.

The madam call made Xia Sichan's heart pound like a deer, hehe, it was the first time in two lifetimes that he heard him call madam, and he felt very comforted.

Xia Sichan didn't wake up the servant girl who was sleeping, and walked to the small kitchen with a beautiful little lantern by herself.

When Xia Sichan came to the small kitchen with great interest, under the dim light, Mrs. Zhang, who was on duty at night, was dozing off sitting on a recliner under the eaves, holding a cattail fan in her hand, probably fanned by the wind. Repel mosquitoes.

Hearing the movement, she opened her eyes and saw that it was the young mistress. Mrs. Zhang thought she was dazzled, so she stretched out her rough hand and rubbed her eyes fiercely. That's right, it was the young mistress who was smiling in front of her.

Busy and excited, she stood up and saluted Xia Sichan: "This old servant has seen young mistress."

But, what is the young mistress doing in the kitchen so late?
If you want something to eat, you still ask for water. Isn’t there a maid and a wife?

Why do you want the young mistress to come in person?

"Well, light up the kitchen, bring me the flour and eggs, and I'll make a bowl of noodles."

Mrs. Zhang was taken aback when she heard that the little grandma wanted to do it herself.

What can I do then?

"Young mistress, let the old slave wake up Aunt Wang to do it." Mrs. Zhang said awkwardly, and fanned Xia Sichan away mosquitoes with the cattail fan in her hand.

"You don't need to wake her up, just stand by and help me." Xia Sichan waved her hand and said, stepping into the threshold.

In the previous life, I often came to the small kitchen, especially after the waiter Ju was away, the meals that Xiaomei and Xiaomei went to the big kitchen were either leftovers or rotten food, which was almost unpalatable.

So, she used the only jewelry she had to ask Xiaomei to sneak out of the house to pawn.Buy some flour or something, and make noodles by yourself.

She is best at making a bowl of Yangchun noodles, sometimes extravagantly nesting a poached egg on top.

Yangchun noodles are not difficult to make, but difficult to do well.

The soup should be clear, the taste should be fresh, and the noodles should be soft and tough.

After Wei Ziqian took a bath, he changed into a set of crisp crescent blue shirts, his thick black hair was scattered casually, clean and sparse, elegant and elegant.

Shi Shiran held a horn lamp, and when he walked over, he saw such a scene.

The candles flickered and the fireworks in the kitchen floated. The little girl wearing an apron had picturesque eyebrows and a little flour on the tip of her nose, which made her look even more playful and cute.

She was concentrating on rolling the noodles, her brows were slightly frowned, and even her pursed lips were exerting force. She held the rolling pin with her shiny fingertips, and she looked decent.

The skilled movements seem to be done often.

The little wife who was raised by his family is making soup for his hands.

Ah, no, wash your hands and make noodles.

Wei Ziqian suddenly felt that the softest part of his heart had been poked by someone, his cold and hard face suddenly melted away, and his heart was completely soft.

Mrs. Zhang, who was still helping to help, saw Wei Ziqian at the door first, and her voice was a bit stuttering: "Old slave, please greet the Prime Minister!" He kowtowed firmly to Wei Ziqian a few times.

　Wei Ziqian: I also have a wife who washes his hands and makes soup for him.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)