As a good husband, Zhao Ze actually has his own little secret.
"This Grandma Qi is a very open-minded person, she won't care about this."
After the memorial service was over, Mu Qingyun took Grandma Bai's arm and walked slowly home.
Outside the small white building, the flowers, plants and trees were quiet, as if they were mourning for a life that had come to an end.
When Mu Qingyun saw Grandma Bai walking, she was in a thoughtful daze, and said softly: "Most people will not just tell a story in their lives."
The deceased didn't know what Zhao Ze did, so he wouldn't be hurt. He was the one who felt guilty.
Although many people were dissatisfied, it was always a good thing that the case was settled. Mu Qingyun worked hard every day to study, and had to go to the Inspection Department to appease Inspector Li, who was a bit paranoid about being persecuted. It was really hard.
In a blink of an eye, late autumn has arrived.
Grandma Bai had had a bad appetite for several days, and eating every day was like taking medicine. Mu Qingyun made a pot of rock sugar hawthorn water for her when she came back from class.
This hawthorn is also grown by Grandma Bai herself. The fruit is not big, but it is sour and sweet. It tastes good. When boiled into soup, the taste is also rich and delicious, which is very appetizing.
After drinking a large bowl of hawthorn water, Grandma Bai immediately developed an appetite and happily made dumplings with wild vegetables and pork along with Mu Qingyun.
Sure enough, he was accompanying her. It was okay if she didn't stretch out her hand. If she stretched out her hand randomly, it would be a disservice. Mu Qingyun was doing it alone, and his hands were very flexible. He quickly packed out a large plate full. When Grandma Bai started, she was in a hurry. , leaving flour all over the floor and table.
"Hey, this is how it will be in this life."
Grandma Bai smiled and went to see Mu Qingyun again. She couldn't help feeling a little distressed, but didn't say anything.
Even though life has gotten better and better these years, when it comes to girls, it is better to be virtuous and capable. Lazy wives who cannot do housework will be despised.
But Grandma Bai is different from others. She has never done housework or worked in the kitchen since she was a child. Her mother has long said that she only hopes that she will never do housework in her life. Her husband also said that there is no need for her in this life. She had to work, and as expected, she was still clumsy even when she was old.
When she was young, she didn't take it seriously. After a lifetime, she realized how lucky she was.
Girls are so capable that it makes people feel bad.
The wild vegetable and pork dumplings are fresh and delicious, and they taste great.
It is said that wild boars cannot eat fine chaff. Grandma Bai is an elegant and upright person, but what she prefers these days is home-cooked food.
Ah Qing's cooking was especially delicious. Grandma Bai ate two large bowls in a row, and she had twenty-seven or eight before she slowed down and advised Mu Qingyun: "Occasionally, let's cook some delicious food for ourselves, drink tea and enjoy the moon. Naturally, it’s very beautiful, so don’t do it too often in the future.”
Grandma Bai looked at Mu Qingyun's hands, which were white, delicate and well-kept.
Mu Qingyun chuckled. Their Baiyun Sect's Jinyang Kung Fu is famous for its slow progress, and it is also a famous basic skill. Cut out the essence and perfect your own effects.
The most obvious change is that the skin becomes better, the internal organs, from the inside out, the qi and blood are full, and they become healthier.
Once a person is healthy, there is very little that is not beautiful.
Originally he was quite good-looking and had a very cute appearance. After Mu Qingyun came here for a few months, he felt nervous because there might be some unknown masters, so he practiced harder and harder. Now he has made some progress in his internal skills. The appearance suddenly improved several levels.
People who spend time with her may just think that she has gained some weight, is not so skinny, and her skin is smooth and smooth, and there is no big feeling. If someone hasn't seen her for several months, they may not recognize her at first sight.
Mu Qingyun suddenly raised his head and glanced around, blinked, and coaxed Grandma Bai back to the house to rest.
After Grandma Bai settled down, the moon was at its zenith and the wind was a bit cold. A slightly hoarse and magnetic voice came from the roof: "I want to eat a bowl of dumplings."
Mu Qingyun nodded, relit the charcoal stove, and put in a large bowl of dumplings.
Gurgling, gurgling, boiling once, boiling twice, and boiling three times.
He took it out and put it in a large bowl. Mu Qingyun held it in both hands and stepped lightly on the treetops to the eaves. When he took a look at it under the moonlight, he couldn't help but be stunned.
On the top of the attic of the small white building, there is a person sitting. He is wearing a very retro old-fashioned green robe. To say that green is a very attractive color, it is not easy to match with dark skin and is very rustic. It can be worn There is nothing but dignity in this person.
Of course, Mu Qingyun was not deceived by beauty. In fact, this person's appearance was amazing.
He has the exact same face as Qiao Qing.
Mu Qingyun's mind was confused. She remembered the so-called 'suspect' that she and Inspector Li made up at that time, so she casually said the name of 'Qiao Qing'. As a result, she really met 'Qiao Qing' today. .
Of course, this 'Qiao Qing' is also in her twenties, so she cannot be Mr. Qiao of her time.
"Your name is Mu Qingyun?"
'Qiao Qing' looked over coldly, but didn't see him move. He just stretched out his hand, and the dumplings in Mu Qingyun's hands fell into his hands.
"The most delicious food in the world is this."
'Qiao Qing' didn't even look at Mu Qingyun, and silently finished a bowl of dumplings. Then she took out her handkerchief, wiped her mouth, raised her head and said, "Are you a disciple of the Baiyun Sect? Where is your senior brother? Is he dead?"
Mu Qingyun: "..."
She suddenly felt that except for his face, there was nothing about this Qiao Qing that looked like the Mr. Qiao she knew.
Mr. Qiao looks cold on the outside, but is actually cold on the outside and warm on the inside. He is very considerate and considerate to the people he cares about.
Before Mu Qingyun's college entrance examination, Mr. Qiao personally selected the clothes he wore every day, and then asked the 'Sililan' production line to tailor them according to Mu Qingyun's size, and then asked the lady in black suit to give it to her send over.
Basically, they have to be delivered once a week. Mu Qingyun only found out about this by accident. At that time, he was flattered.
But later I got used to it. Their boss, Mr. Qiao, took care of every detail of her food, clothing, housing and transportation. That was the Yanzhou University she went to, which was Mr. Qiao's base. There were many professors and scholars there who were all acquaintances of Mu Qingyun. , Mr. Qiao didn’t act too much.
Even so, Mu Qingyun only found out not long ago that after she was successfully admitted to Mu Chuncheng Class, their wealthy Mr. Qiao donated a batch of historical materials to Mu Chuncheng Class, which could not be seen in the Ming Dynasty Library. According to historical data, the old professors at Yanzhou University were so happy that for two consecutive months, some old professors were forced to be hospitalized for recuperation. They had no choice but to get the baby. They were so happy that they forgot about their bodies and forgot all about food and sleep. They were all so upset. Blood pressure and heart disease also began to occur.
It can only be said that the relationship between people is very delicate. (End of chapter)
