After marrying a powerful minister, the female partner was pampered

Chapter 100 Qiao Jingjing underestimated Lu Xingzhi’s perseverance
Is this man too obsessed with practicing calligraphy?

Qiao Jingjing bit her lip, suddenly pointed at the necklace around her neck, and asked, "Husband, do you think this Yingluo looks good?"

She changed the topic so quickly that Lu Xingzhi was startled for a moment before raising his eyes to look at her neck.

It was also at this time that he saw an extra collar around her neck.

It was dark outside just now, so he didn't pay attention.

At this time, under the light of the lights, the necklace shone with a magnificent and fantastic light, making the girl's already slender and white neck even more beautiful and delicate.

Lu Xingzhi couldn't help but take another look.

It wasn't until he met the girl's questioning eyes that he came back to his senses and said conservatively: "It's okay."

"Is it just okay?" Qiao Jingjing was obviously not satisfied with this answer, "But my mother and I both said she is very beautiful."

When Lu Xingzhi heard this, his eyes fell on her face and he said calmly: "As long as a person is good-looking, anything he wears will look good."

Qiao Jingjing was startled and looked at him in surprise.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would definitely not believe that this sentence came from this man's mouth.

She was so elated that she couldn't help but get closer, and her voice was unconsciously tender, "Do you think I look good?"

Lu Xingzhi's crow-feather eyelashes trembled, his eyes on her face, he paused for a moment, then looked away, and said in a calm tone, "Looks are perishable and perishable, so don't worry too much."

Qiao Jingjing: "..."

Just when she thought he was nice to talk to, he immediately poured cold water on her.

This dog man!
She cursed in her mind.

"Madam, dinner is ready." At this time, Qingyuan reported.

"Pass it in." Qiao Jingjing glanced at Lu Xingzhi and said angrily.

Not long after, the servants brought the meal in.

After the servants set out the food, bowls and chopsticks, Qiao Jingjing turned to Lu Xing and said, "Husband, please wash your hands. It's time to start eating."

Lu Xingzhi said "hmm" and stood up to clean his hands.

Qiao Jingjing took the hand towel handed by the servant, originally going to help him wipe it, but thinking of what he said before, she couldn't help but hummed and threw the hand towel into his hand.

Lu Xingzhi glanced at her, took the handkerchief, and wiped his hands, feeling a little puzzled.

Why was she suddenly angry?
What is this for?
This doubt became clearer after he sat down to eat.

I saw that the girl kept putting fat meat into his bowl.

"Husband, you are too thin. You should eat more to gain weight."

Looking at the greasy meat in the bowl, Lu Xingzhi said: "..."

After a while, he picked up his chopsticks and took the trouble to transfer the fat meat in the bowl to the plate beside him.

"Food is hard-earned, it's too wasteful for you to do this." Qiao Jingjing scolded with disapproval.

Lu Xingzhi raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Since Madam thinks it's a waste, let Madam eat these." As he said that, he pushed the plate full of fatty meat in her direction.

Qiao Jingjing: "..."

Seeing the girl's frozen expression, a smile flashed across Lu Xingzhi's lowered black eyes.

Qiao Jingjing reacted, coughed slightly, and pushed the plate back in front of him, "Before I came back, my mother and I went to Zuixian Tower for dinner. We are still very full now. If we can't eat anything, it's better for my husband to eat."

Lu Xingzhi: "..."

"This spicy chicken diced dish is also delicious, don't you try it, husband?" Qiao Jingjing suddenly picked up a chopstick of diced chicken and put it into his bowl.

Lu Xingzhi made a move.

Qiao Jingjing was a little proud.

She just noticed that this guy had eaten all the dishes on the table, except for the spicy chicken dish, which he didn't eat at all. It could be seen that he ate relatively lightly and didn't even like spicy food, while she On the contrary, the taste is stronger.

The people below also know her taste, so the meals she just prepared include light ones and strong ones, such as this spicy chicken dish.

"It's really delicious. You should try it." She didn't seem to notice the man's strange behavior, and used chopsticks to pick up some spicy chicken and handed it to his lips.

Lu Xingzhi's long eyelashes trembled and he raised his eyes to look at her. Under the light, the girl looked back at him with a smile.

After a moment, he paused and suddenly opened his mouth to eat the food she brought.

Qiao Jingjing didn't expect that he would actually stutter, so she couldn't help but said "Hey", "You, you really eat?"

"What, the food is poisonous?" Lu Xingzhi asked without changing his expression.

"Of course it's not poisonous." Qiao Jingjing quickly shook her head in denial, "But...do you eat spicy food?"

Lu Xingzhi said a vague "hmm", lowered his head and continued eating.

Qiao Jingjing looked at him suspiciously, and became even more uncertain when she saw the thin sweat on his smooth forehead.

So, does he eat spicy food or not?
This spicy chicken dish has a strong spiciness. Even a person like her who loves spicy food will find it spicy, but those who don't like spicy food will not be able to bear it at all.

But apart from sweating a little, he had no other reaction and was so calm.

Could it be that she was wrong in thinking that he could actually eat spicy food?

Thinking of this, she felt a little resentful.

But soon, her thoughts were overturned.

Because next, Lu Xingzhi kept drinking soup.

After drinking the soup, it was not enough, so he asked someone to pour water for him.

Qiao Jingjing looked at him with raised eyebrows.

So, this guy can’t eat spicy food at all?
She pretended not to notice and brought the remaining spicy chicken in front of him. "There are plenty of dishes. Husband, please eat some more. Don't waste it."

Looking at the spicy chicken in front of him, the veins on Lu Xingzhi's forehead jumped. Seeing the sincere look on the girl's face, he lowered his eyes and said softly: "I'm full. Madam likes it, so you can eat more."

Qiao Jingjing also shook her head and said: "I ate at night, but I can't eat that much now. How about this, let's take half for each of us?"

When Lu Xingzhi heard this, he picked up the water glass, took a sip, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can't eat anymore."

Hearing this, Qiao Jingjing asked deliberately: "Then why do you still drink so much water?"

Lu Xingzhi paused and put down the cup, "I'm thirsty."

"Really? I thought it was because I was burned." Qiao Jingjing said.

"It's getting late, let's start practicing calligraphy." Lu Xingzhi changed the subject.

When it came to practicing calligraphy, Qiao Jingjing was so weak that she had two heads and one head.

How come this guy still remembers this?
She thought he would be so hot that he would forget about it.

It seems that she really underestimated this man's perseverance.

Just as she was about to excuse herself that she was tired and would practice again tomorrow, the man turned his head and ordered his servants: "Come here, help Madam prepare paper and ink."

Qiao Jingjing: "..."

Soon, Mallow had the paper and ink ready.

Qiao Jingjing resignedly sat down at the desk.

"Madam, please practice the words you learned before and give them to me." Lu Xing knew.

Although Qiao Jingjing was a little depressed, she still picked up her pen.

She wrote the words she had practiced before one by one and gave them to Lu Xingzhi to read.

After Lu Xingzhi read it, he raised his eyes to look at her and commented, "Madam learns very quickly."

Qiao Jingjing's heart skipped a beat, fearing that he would notice something, so she immediately complimented, "That's what my husband taught me well."

Lu Xingzhi put down the paper and said, "I will practice other calligraphy tonight."

"What calligraphy practice?" Qiao Jingjing asked.

Lu Xingzhi glanced at her, took out a copybook and said, "I will practice according to this copybook from now on."

Qiao Jingjing took a look and found that the fonts were very beautiful. She couldn't help but think, "These fonts look familiar. Was it written by your husband?"

(End of this chapter)