A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

Yuan Bao's eyes lit up, and the smell of fragrant braised sausages wafted all over the courtyard. He couldn't help but leaned over to the stove to look at the greasy pig intestines tumbling in the pot, "Young son, this... really Can I eat it?"

"What are you in a hurry for?" Pei Xiaoqing tapped his fat hand with her chopsticks: "I'll stir fry it later and serve it to the table. Let Ah Zhong buy some wine. You can have a couple of glasses."

Yuan Bao's saliva was about to flow out, and he pushed Zisang: "Go, go, invite brother Yuanrong over here, what's the point of drinking alone if you have wine, it tastes good only if someone drinks it in front of you."

Zisang's eyes lit up, she really lifted her skirt and ran out.

It was too late for Pei Xiaoqing to stop her.

Looking back, what would it be like for such a gentle and clean person like Yuan Rong to sit at a small stone table in the courtyard, hold a glass of wine, and eat pig offal that even the servants would not eat?

Although she doesn't want to marry Yuanrong, she has to admit that Yuanrong is indeed a very good person. When she first arrived in the town and wanted to get rid of Ye Qianyu, without Yuanrong's help, she would have been blindsided. It's hard to even survive.

Not marrying doesn't mean that she can't be friends. In her heart, she still cherishes the days when she and Yuan Rong lived in peace.

Now that Yuanrong is coming, Pei Xiaoqing fried a plate of braised pork heart, braised pork liver, and braised pig's tail. The dishes were all delicious and delicious, and the ingredients were all ingredients that everyone had never eaten before.

Sure enough, Yuanrong was invited.

Her face was light and clear, and her eyes were as warm and gentle as ever. When she saw Pei Xiaoqing, she just smiled lightly, as if there had never been any wind and rain between them.

Pei Xiaoqing also called him cousin affectionately as in the past at Yuan's house, made tea with her own hands and asked him to sit down.

Yuanrong was dressed in a plain navy blue robe, clean and elegant. Just standing there quietly for such a person, the whole yard seemed to be covered with a layer of silver light. The old willow trees with broken flowers have also become elegant and charming.

Zisang smiled and served the wine, Pei Xiaoqing delivered the food herself, Yuan Bao and Yuan Rong sat opposite each other, and Yuan Bao was delighted with the food served on the table: "Brother Yuan Rong, guess what this dish is? "

"Stir-fried kidney." Yuanrong calmly put a chopstick into his mouth, and chewed lightly.

Yuan Bao's slit eyes immediately widened: "How did you recognize it? This thing is cut into a flower, and you haven't eaten it before. How did you recognize it? Zisang must have told you."

Zisang just brought the food over, so she knocked on his forehead and snapped her fingers, "What nonsense are you talking about? I've only eaten these things twice, so I don't remember them."

"Have you ever eaten it before?" Yuanrong asked in shock.

"Of course, when the second master was around, he was the most picky. Our girl thought of ways to cook for him. The girls have done these pigs in turn. The second master's favorite food is kidney." When Zisang finished speaking, she stared blankly at the plate of kidneys that Yuanrong had eaten half of, and was stunned.

"Eat this, if you can guess it, you are good." Yuan Rong didn't realize it, and put the food with chopsticks into Yuan Bao's bowl.

Seeing the round pieces, Yuan Bao looked a bit like copper coins but didn't look like them. He really didn't know what they were, so he ate a piece. Well, the taste was really good, oily but not greasy, and chewy.