Mr. Dong quickly shouted to Zhao Cheng’s leaving figure: “Bring back two more bottles of wine!”
Zhou Rushuang was leaning against the kitchen wall, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
An hour ago, she was still immersed in the happiness of her family. Every day, she would secretly make a small plan in her heart. What kind of things would she add to this small family today, and what clothes would she buy for her husband tomorrow.
Moreover, she suddenly found that her skirt was stained with blood today. Mrs. Liu from next door happened to come over to deliver steamed chestnut cakes and explained to her that when a woman is fourteen years old, her meridians first start to move, which is called Tiangui Shuizhi.
He told her not to worry, and also carefully told her how to clean up and protect herself.
Zhou Rushuang experienced a woman's physiological changes for the first time, and she was secretly happy because the lady next door said that she would be able to give birth to a baby when the Tiangui water comes, and she really wanted to give Zhao Cheng a lovely baby.
However, everything that was beautiful was shattered in an hour. She didn't dare to tell anyone about it now, nor did she dare to think about what the man named Bai said.
King Lu rebelled, implicating nine tribes, leaving only their flesh and blood.
Zhou Rushuang understood that if these words were spoken, it would be fine if they were false, but if they were true, it would bring endless disasters to Mr. Zhao Cheng and Dong.
Their lives will be like what they just experienced, all happiness will come to an abrupt end, and the rest of their lives will be endless pain.
If this was the case, she couldn't tell Zhao Cheng.
These words and things can only be buried in her own heart.
She hasn't figured out what to do yet, but she knows she must wipe away her tears and not let Mr. Dong and Lang Jun notice anything unusual.
Zhao Cheng was quick on his feet and ordered two cold and three hot dishes from Dashun Zhai. He also filled a basin full of steamed rice at the bottom of the food box, picked up a jar of good sake, and returned home happily.
"Okay, the food is here. I specially ordered silver tooth shrimps for Rushuang today. Rushuang will eat more later."
Zhou Rushuang had wiped away her tears at this time and forced herself to greet her with a smile, but her crying eyes were like peaches, which Mr. Dong and Zhao Cheng could see at a glance.
"What's wrong, Rushuang? Who bullied you?" Zhao Cheng asked nervously when he saw Zhou Rushuang crying like this.
Zhou Rushuang smiled and shook her head: "Oh, don't ask anymore."
She took out the food and wine from the food box and put them on the table, brought in chairs and lit candles.
Mr. Dong also saw that Zhou Rushuang had just cried, but he did not ask questions. Instead, he sat down at the table without saying a word, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Zhao Cheng pretended to be angry and said: "No, tell me quickly, otherwise I won't be able to eat."
Zhou Rushuang wiped away the tears that had flowed out again and said, "Then you have to promise me that you will wear the robe I sewed for you after dinner."
Zhao Cheng nodded and agreed: "No problem, it's no problem to wear it every day."
"You still want to hear me play the flute for you."
"Okay, I have nothing to do today. You can play it to me after dinner." Zhao Cheng promised.
"And...and..." Zhou Rushuang originally wanted to leave a baby for Zhao Cheng in the future, but thinking that she might never have the chance to get close to Zhao Cheng, the words were choked in her throat, and she said Not coming out.
"What's going on? Can you tell me now?" Zhao Cheng looked at Zhou Rushuang. His clothes were neat and he didn't look like he was being bullied. He really couldn't guess the reason.
"After you leave..." Zhou Rushuang wiped her tears.
"I had a dream about my grandpa. Grandpa said many, many things to me..." Zhou Rushuang burst into tears when she said this.
Zhao Cheng let out a long breath, thinking it was something extraordinary, but just a dream, so he sat down with peace of mind, picked up his chopsticks and said: "Okay, okay, it's just a dream. Don't cry anymore, try it quickly." The silver tooth shrimps I bought for you."
"Well..." Zhou Rushuang calmed down and sat at the table. Looking at Zhao Cheng, she felt infinite love in her heart and wanted to engrave him deeply in her heart and never forget him.
Zhao Cheng glanced at Mr. Dong, who was devouring his food next to him, and said, "Hey, eat slowly, don't choke."
Mr. Dong had already finished the two bowls of rice in a hurry, wiped the oil stains on his mouth, reached for the wine jar, and opened the mud seal with a slap. He poured the wine directly into the bowl without using a cup.
"Come on, this bowl of wine is as good as frost. You have been working hard to cook these days, and you have to be urged to do your homework by an old man like me. He is a rare good boy in the world."
After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Cheng and Rushuang, he raised his head and drank the whole bowl.
Mr. Dong put down the bowl here, picked up the wine jar there, and filled another bowl.
"This bowl is dedicated to Zhao Cheng. Although I don't have a good temper with you, you can be considered a character if you can turn back your prodigal son and change your mind! I respect you!"
Gududu raised his head and took another bowl.
Zhao Cheng quickly stopped him: "Mr. Dong, this is not the way to grab a drink, right? Please save some for me."
Although Mr. Dong was old, his arms were very strong. He pushed Zhao Cheng's hand away with a gentle move, poured another bowl for himself, picked it up and said, "This bowl is for my white hair! It's a waste of time." I have been trapped for half my life, and finally I can see the moonlight when the clouds clear! Do it!"
Zhao Cheng hurriedly snatched the wine jar over: "I won't drink anymore if I keep drinking like this. I haven't tasted it yet. You've already drunk three bowls of it. You must be too good at grabbing it."
Mr. Dong laughed, and his laughter seemed a little desolate.
Zhao Cheng vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what the problem was.
After finishing the meal, the chef at Dashunzhai became more and more proficient in her skills with the help of MSG, and she even showed signs of being upgraded to a chef.
After clearing the dishes on the table, Zhou Rushuang's mood had stabilized. She found the robe that she had sewn by herself, handed it to Zhao Cheng and said, "Mr. Lang, hurry up and try to see if this robe fits. If it doesn't fit, If appropriate, I will change it."
Zhao Cheng had already promised the little girl, so he had no choice but to take off his coat and put on this newly sewn robe.
This is a piece of fine fabric wrapped with hibiscus flowers and silk. Zhou Rushuang cut it to fit perfectly. Zhao Cheng looked gentle and elegant after wearing it.
"Mr. Lang, this dress fits you very well!" Zhou Rushuang said happily.
Zhao Cheng spread his arms and looked around, and he liked it very much, so he promised: "Don't worry, little girl, I will wear it often."
Zhou Rushuang pouted and said, "Don't call me a little girl."
"Okay! Don't call me little girl." In order to appease Zhou Rushuang, Zhao Cheng responded to every request.
Mr. Dong seemed to have drank too much and was a little drunk. He returned to the west wing in one step. After a while, a desolate and distant song sounded in the west wing.
Zhou Rushuang took out the flute from her waist, put it to her lips, and began to play the song "Return to the Dreamer".
