Needless to say, it came from Xiao Han, who was almost choked to death.
The person outside the room was Xiaofeng's father, the leader of the caravan who coughed.
The coughing stopped quickly, and the door to the room that Xiao Han had just closed was pushed open again.
Behind the door, the caravan boss with a complicated expression came in carrying a black clay pot, followed closely by a strong smell of herbs.
"Dad!" Xiaofeng looked up and saw his father, and yelled stupidly.
The strong man glared at his son, and then smiled apologetically at Xiao Han: "Young Master Xiao is laughing at your incompetence."
"Huh? Why is it a dog again? I don't even think about it, who can give birth to a dog?"
Before Xiao Han could reply, Xiaofeng was very dissatisfied with the name his father gave him, so he lay on the bedside and muttered softly.
"Huh? What do you mean, little bastard?"
When the strong man heard the noise, he stared fiercely!
But Xiaofeng immediately acted like an obedient baby, and even his posture of chewing mutton became much more graceful.
"Sure enough, I changed from a dog to a rabbit..."
Xiao Han felt a little funny looking at the father and son. He stood up and moved away from the table so that the strong man could put down the medicine jar in his hand.
Xiao Han has been carrying this thing under Old Man Hua and Sun Simiao for a long time, knowing that it is not easy to handle...
After getting up and standing on the bedside, Xiao Han said happily to the man: "The boss is too worried. Xiaofeng and I have hit it off, and we are similar in age. How can you laugh at him?"
The strong man carefully placed the medicine jar on the table, turned to look at the two people beside the bed and sighed: "They are about the same age, but..."
"But what?" Xiaofeng asked strangely while half his head was lying behind Xiao Han, biting the mutton.
Shocked by his son's words, the strong man's expression froze for a moment, then he shook his head and said, "Nothing! Oh, by the way, have you ever thanked others for eating the food Mr. Xiao brought?"
Listening to his father asking himself, it was Xiaofeng's turn to be stunned. After a while, he hesitated and said: "It seems, probably, maybe, thanks? Brother Xiao, do you think so?"
Xiao Han sighed, turned around and glared at him: "Yes, thank you already!"
Xiaofeng on the bed didn't care about Xiao Han's glare. After all, his father's eyes were much more intimidating than Xiao Han's.
Smiling silly at his father, Xiaofeng said proudly: "Hey, I'll just say it! We are also people who understand etiquette!"
Seeing his son's appearance, the man could only sigh helplessly, pointed to the earthenware pot on the table and said, "Okay, do I know what you look like? I ate quickly. Drink these medicines while they’re hot too!”
Xiao Feng impatiently revealed half of his head from behind Xiao Han: "Okay, okay, I know! That's verbose!"
The strong man glared again: "You little bastard! You still talk back!"
Xiaofeng immediately retracted his head with a "swish" sound, really just like that thousand-year-old bastard...
Xiao Han was speechless again.
This father doesn't mean the same thing every time he calls his son! The key is that this son can match the caller every time. He is really his biological son, amazing!
Giving Xiao Feng another warning look, the strong man smiled apologetically at Xiao Han, said goodbye without stopping, and turned around to walk out of the room.
When Xiao Han saw the strong man going out, his heart moved. He made a gesture to Xiao Feng behind him to eat slowly, then got up and walked out.
Outside the room, in the corner of the small courtyard.
The small stove used to brew medicine was still burning thin flames, and the coal fire underneath was burning red.
The strong man returned to the stove, grabbed a handful of unmelted snow from the shade and sprinkled it on it. Suddenly he heard a crackling sound, accompanied by a rising stream of white mist.
Charcoal is expensive in winter. Although the demand for charcoal has not been high in the past two years due to the use of charcoal stoves, charcoal cannot be used for boiling medicine and baking food, right?
"Boss, you know my identity, right?"
Xiao Han crossed his arms and came behind the strong man. Seeing him bending to clean up the stove, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
When he heard this sentence, the man's body immediately trembled unnoticeably.
When Xiao Han saw this, he understood in his heart, and without waiting for the man's answer, he continued to say to himself: "That's right, Lao Cheng shouted my name so loudly that day, and you have done business with my family, so you can naturally guess .”
"Villain..."
The man straightened up and turned around little by little, but Xiao Han found that the expression he looked at him did not contain any joy, but instead contained a deep worry.
Come to think of it, it's no wonder.
A dignified prince, who was not staying peacefully in Chang'an during the winter, suddenly appeared in his small caravan! If you want to say that there is nothing wrong here, you probably won’t even believe it!
Moreover, unlike the young and passionate Xiaofeng, the man has really gone through a lot of storms.
He doesn't want to and doesn't dare to interfere in Xiao Han's affairs, let alone daydream about meeting a noble person on the way!
In the past two days, the man has tried his best to control himself from treating Xiao Han as before. All he did was pretend that nothing happened so that he could quickly get rid of this unknown giant Buddha.
"Haha, boss, don't be so formal!"
The man had a complicated expression and didn't know what to say when facing Xiao Han.
However, Xiao Han seemed to have read through his thoughts. He happily put aside the man's bow gesture and instead put his arms around the man's shoulders.
However, the caravan boss was more than three sizes bigger than Xiao Han. When he hugged the man, he looked as strange as a bean sprout hugging a bent banana.
Xiao Han didn't care how awkward his posture was, he just held the strong man's shoulders so intimately and whispered in his ear like he had been a close friend for many years:
"Don't worry! I'm just going out to do some things this time, and I'll leave as soon as I'm done. I won't cause you any trouble! During this period, just like the past two days, you treat me as an ordinary mistress, ah! I'm just ordinary. Just be the same as everyone else!”
When the man heard Xiao Han's words, his stiff body suddenly softened. He breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously said politely: "Ahem, the Marquis is joking. I'm not afraid of trouble... "
"Aren't you afraid of trouble?"
However, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention! Xiao Han rolled his eyes, and suddenly another thought came to his mind.
"Well……"
When the man heard Xiao Han's tone, his intestines turned green with regret, and he almost slapped himself twice on the spot!
"Well, I mean, Lord Marquis, your affairs are all big things! Ordinary people like villains can't help much, you say so..."
Looking at the strong man's worried and hopeful face, Xiao Han finally knew from whom Xiaofeng learned his posture and expression.
However, unlike Xiaofeng who achieved his goal, Xiao Han laughed this time and dragged the man to his room, not caring about the sad expression on the man's face.
"I can help, why can't I help? Come on, let's talk in the house, it's cold outside!"
