That morning, everyone was pleasantly surprised to find that the breakfast was richer than usual. Of course, it was always good, but today, both the porridge and the dishes had several more varieties; one could tell just from the colors that the cook had put great effort into it.
The brothers were sowhat puzzled. The eldest brother asked Liang Yuening, and the master’s wife replied that Yue Ning hadn’t woken up yet and was still sleeping, then added that she had already saved a portion of breakfast for her. Thus, the brothers picked up their chopsticks and started eating.
Liang Yuening didn’t wake up until the sun was well up in the sky. Perhaps because he had been troubled by sothing the night before and hadn’t slept well, whereas previously, holding the young master’s wife close had given him a sense of deep comfort, and he had actually slept until noon before waking up.
When he ca out of the room, he was in such a good mood that when he saw the pile of snow in the yard, he even playfully built a snowman. In the end, pulling his wife over, he pointed at the chubby and sowhat ugly snowman and asked, "Wife, does it look like it?"
The master’s wife seriously thought for a mont, then touching her chin, she said, "Hmm, this chubby white appearance does resemble Er Yuan a bit." But it’s too ugly, her Er Yuan actually looks quite handso.
Liang Yuening: "..."
Therefore, in the afternoon, Dong Xinyuan quietly sneaked into Xihui Courtyard, only to be t with an aggressive glare from the Fifth Brother-in-law.
Dong Xinyuan: "???"
What happened, why is the Fifth Brother-in-law angry again?
Dong Xinyuan was utterly confused, thinking to herself why her Fifth Brother-in-law was like a balloon, quickly inflating into rage without any sense or reason.
Liang Yuening: "Humph!!"
***
"Wife, you look tired, why don’t you rest a bit?"
Dong Huiying was in the middle of preparing Fragrant Cream when suddenly Yixuan clasped her hand, stopping her.
Yixuan, holding a snowy white handkerchief, helped her wipe the sweat beads on the tip of her nose, then said with a touch of helpless tenderness, "You’ve been so busy these days, barely touching the ground, and you seem to have lost so weight."
Dong Huiying, stunned, touched her own cheek, "Really?" She thought she had gained weight with all the rich food during the festive season.
"Indeed."
Yixuan led her to a bench. By the ti they moved into Purple Garden, it had started to snow. It was a cold winter day, and Yixuan, being considerate, had prepared several cushions, placing them on the chairs in the house to avoid the cold when sitting down.
He brewed a pot of hot tea for Dong Huiying. Holding the warm cup, she blew away the steam floating above the cup, took a sniff and then a sip. "Our ho-brewed mountain tea tastes best, the Puer and Tieguanyin sold outside, I still can’t get used to them."
The mountain tea, harvested and personally processed by Yixuan while living in Taihang Mountain.
Yixuan appeared to be an expert in this field, and when she praised him, he modestly attributed it to re common practice in the mountain folk’s hos. He wasn’t boastful, yet the tea he made had unknowingly beco her favorite, much like how she felt about him.
Moistening silence, it infiltrated the heart quietly, with his unique gentle force slowly taking over the defenses of one’s heart, till when one noticed, they realized he had already deeply entered their heart and held a significant place in it.
Yixuan massaged her shoulders, and she blissfully squinted her eyes. "Wife, are you still comfortable with it?"
Dong Huiying knew he was referring to their nightly affairs and she remained silent for quite a while before subtly nodding her head.
There were so things she didn’t ask or talk about, but she was indeed aware of them.
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