Did the little widow revive her wife today?

Chapter 23
Qian Shi also ate one, it was indeed delicious, and the most important thing was that he was willing to go through such a hassle to eat it.

Seeing that the two daughters-in-law praised each other, He Guihua reached out to taste one of them.

Shen Qing happened to close the cloth bag that had just been opened, and said sincerely, "Since Mother doesn't like it, I'll put it away now, so that Mother won't get bored."

He Guihua didn't have time to stretch out her hand: ...

In front of the other two daughters-in-law, she couldn't change her words and slap herself in the face.

At this age, you can't still act like a little daughter-in-law who has never seen the world because of a dried sweet potato?

It's just that I can't help but mutter in the bottom of my heart, this second daughter-in-law still doesn't win much like the second son.

Standing by the threshold, Zhao Yi raised his eyes, looked at his mother's worried face, and then recalled the few people in the Li family who were coaxed into smiling faces.

Sure enough, Shen Qing has always had a very clear boundary in her heart, and her own thoughts.

When she wants to make friends with people, a meal can make the other person like her very much. She treats them as her own family, and even borrows such precious things as books.

Let her pick whatever she wants.

But if she doesn't want to coax you, she knows what you are going to do, and she will go against you.

As for this criterion, Zhao Yi has not observed a comprehensive reason for the time being.

Does it depend on her mood, her interests, or both?
Into the night
Everyone else gradually fell asleep, and those who were not asleep also closed the door, and the husband and wife whispered in their own rooms.

Shen Qing lit the candles, and in Zhao Yi's line of sight, "extravagantly" lit two candles.

Then he took out a book borrowed from the Li family next door, a collection of poems.

Shen Qing originally wanted to borrow the history book, but unfortunately, the Li family had just lent it to a scholar in the town not long ago.

Therefore, Shen Qing settled for the next best thing and asked for a collection of poems.

After a few hasty glances, Shen Qing was sure that this world had similarities with the world she was in, but also had many differences.

The biggest feeling is that the two worlds are like contrasting worlds.

One is a patriarchal society and the other is a feminist society. In addition, there are many overlaps in cultural history.

Thinking of this, Shen Qing suddenly felt a little melancholy, but also felt that it was not bad.

At least it proves that their women-dominated country will not become like this world, where men make money and women take care of household chores.

The melancholy in Shen Qing's heart that hadn't had time to digest, suddenly dissipated a lot after raising his eyes to meet Zhao Yi's gaze.

I saw Zhao Yi sitting by the bed, the whole person seemed silent and quiet, staring at him motionless with his dark eyes.

Shen Qing: ...

It seems to be looking at the book in her hand.

Shen Qing paused, then raised his hand, tentatively handed over the book in his hand, and asked in a low voice, "You want to read it too?"

If he didn't want to see it, why would Zhao Yi stare at it like this.

"No need." Zhao Yi said, "I don't understand."

Shen Qing said "Oh", but he was not surprised, he grew up in the countryside, and his family favored other brothers, so it was normal for him to have no money to read and write.

Seeing that Zhao Yi didn't continue, Shen Qing lowered his head and flipped through the book at hand again, and suddenly said, "Then I'll read it to you?"

"Will it be troublesome?"

Zhao Yi really wanted to hear it, but he was afraid that Shen Qing would not get used to it and would trouble her too much.

"No." Shen Qing raised his eyebrows, with some malicious intentions on his lips, "If you read it, the memory will be deeper."

She flipped through it, and then picked out a poem from it.

Leaning lazily on the edge of the table, resting his chin on one hand, revealing a white wrist in the cuff, with a smile on his lips, he read slowly, "Zhanbiqiao, Luzhuyiyi. There are bandits, such as Cutting is like learning, cutting like grinding. If you don't see each other for a day, it's like three autumns. Throw it to me..."

The front is still a serious boasting sentence, and the latter is just put together by her.

If that's all, that's fine.

However, this person stared at him with a smile while reading, and a wave of romance gathered on the brows.

"you……"

Zhao Yi was at a loss for words, he suspected that there was some trick that he didn't understand, but every word was not ugly.

until.

Shen Qing closed the book and sat upright, but looked at Zhao Yi and said, "Speaking of which, there is a poem here that is quite suitable for Zhao Lang."

"What verse?"

After asking, Zhao Yi felt vaguely regretful, but his curiosity drove him to continue listening calmly.

"Hmm." Shen Qing smiled and spit out two words, "Taoyao."

"The peach blossoms are so bright that their flowers are scorching, and the son returns home, and it is suitable for his family!"

Zhao Yi understood this sentence.

His face turned dark suddenly, and then he threw all the clothes that had just been folded around him into Shen Qing's arms.

Fold your own clothes!

Shen Qing pinched the scattered pieces of clothes and smiled innocently, she was obviously praising him for being good.

I think there were not only a few men who wanted to get such a compliment from her, but Zhao Yi was ignorant.

But it seems to really annoy people.

Shen Qing suppressed the smile on her lips, stood up, and was about to get up and pack her clothes.

After all, people seem to be really angry, hey, I can only do it myself.

But the boast is true, Zhao Yi is really worthy of the words IKEA and IKEA. He is good-looking, can wash and cook, and can farm.

Mr. Tianluo is not as good as him.

Zhao Yi should have a good temper. When Shen Qing lay down on the bed, he was still a little uncertain in his heart, but he didn't expect to be kicked out of bed.

Hey, Zhao Lang has a good temper.

Shen Qing lay on the bed, thinking about whether he should say something.

On the contrary, the person next to him who should still be sulking opened his mouth first, "What book did the scholar next door you mentioned today read?"

"Did you mean "Gourmet Tale"?"

When Zhao Yi asked, Shen Qing turned over slightly, and in the darkness, he could only see the man lying flat on the bed motionless.

This lying posture is extraordinarily straight and upright, just like a bamboo pole is placed here.

To be honest, if she was a woman in this world, she would probably feel at ease lying with a man like this.

"Yeah." Zhao Yi said, "What does this book talk about?"

"This is a chivalrous man who has traveled all over the world. He wrote on it all the delicacies he has eaten in the places he passed by in the past ten years." Shen Qingdao, "In addition to various local delicacies, there are also some evaluations written by the chivalrous man himself. verses or something."

"However, more people use it as a cookbook. It's quite relaxing to read it in your spare time."

"En." Zhao Yi responded.

Shen Qing turned over, followed by adopting a flat-lying posture, "What's the matter? Can't sleep, do you want me to read you the recipe?"

Shen Qing said solemnly, "In the evening, if you read food, you will only get hungry more and more, and I don't have any books to look at and read."

"..."

(End of this chapter)