Chapter 11 touched my heartstrings.

Qiao Suluo was speechless at Bai Qianluo's reaction, "Continue...?"

This word is so misleading.

He didn't really think she wanted to take advantage of him, or that she wanted to do something to him while he was asleep, did he?

Realizing this, Qiao Suluo widened her eyes again and explained, "No...no need, I just wanted to check if you had a fever, and I checked and you don't have one."

"Dinner is ready. Get up and eat first."

After saying that, Qiao Suluo hurriedly came out of Bai Qianluo's room and thoughtfully closed the door for him so that it wouldn't be inconvenient for him to change clothes.

She looked again at the gate of the fenced yard. Que Hongjin had gone to the river to cut rushes and hadn't returned yet.

It was getting dark, and she couldn't help but worry. She hoped that nothing would happen to her like what happened to Bai Qianluo. If something did happen, she would die before she even got started.

Qiao Suluo was a little anxious, so she went to the gate of the fenced yard and looked into the distance.

When Que Hongjin returned with some rushes, she walked into the village alley and immediately saw Qiao Suluo at the gate of her own fenced yard.

She was looking in his direction.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell upon her, casting a soft, hazy glow. A gentle breeze blew, causing the hem of her dress to flutter lightly. The dappled light blurred her plump figure, creating a warm picture of her and the pale purple clouds on the horizon. Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Que Hongjin paused, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes momentarily still.

At that moment, his cold, desolate heartstrings seemed to be gently plucked by something.

It's as if there's someone in this world, waiting for him to come home with a sense of longing.

The word "home" used to be an ordinary word, but now it is a luxury for him.

At this moment, Que Hongjin walked over slowly. Qiao Suluo looked at him and felt that even his coarse clothes could not hide his elegant and noble air. He seemed to be a young master raised by a noble family with a rich cultural heritage. He was truly a man of handsome features and natural charm.

In the light, his aloofness and indifference seemed to melt away.

When Que Hongjin arrived at the door, Qiao Suluo gave him a bright smile and said, "It's good that you're back. I just finished making dinner. Wash your hands and eat first."

Que Hongjin's beautiful eyebrows and eyes seemed to be smeared with thick ink. "Is my wife waiting for me to come back?"

Qiao Suluo thought to herself, "Isn't this obvious? Yes, it's so late, I hope nothing bad happens."

Que Hongjin parted her lips slightly, her voice becoming clear and gentle, "So, my wife is concerned about me?"

"This is the first time my wife has shown me any concern."

Qiao Suluo wanted to say that this was not caring at all.

Ke Que Hongjin sighed and said, "Ever since I was expelled from the family, no one has been waiting for me to come home."

Qiao Suluo's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and her tone softened as she said, "I made fried rice and konjac vegetables tonight. I'll make you other dishes when things are better at home."

She believes that food can heal the soul. Eating delicious food can make people feel satisfied and warm, and perhaps Que Hongjin can temporarily forget the sad things from the past.

As soon as Que Hongjin entered the courtyard, she smelled the aroma of food, which whetted her appetite.

Thinking about the taste of the green rice dumplings at noon, he was strangely filled with anticipation.

He had never eaten such food before when he was with the Peacock Clan; it was undeniably delicious.

In everyone's mind, these mushrooms are all poisonous, but they ate qingtuan at noon and were fine all afternoon, which means that, as Qiao Suluo said, some mushrooms are not poisonous, but people just don't know how to identify them.

So it's probably true that she said the konjac isn't poisonous after it's been properly processed.

After putting down the cut rush pith, Que Hongjin washed her hands and prepared to eat.

Bai Qianluo had already gotten up, tidied up, and washed up.

The three people sat down at the table and began to eat.

Neither Que Hongjin nor Bai Qianluo touched their chopsticks, waiting for Qiao Suluo to start first.

Qiao Suluo used her chopsticks to pick up some stir-fried konjac and put it in her bowl, then ate it with the egg fried rice.

"good smell."

"Don't worry, the konjac is properly processed and not poisonous." "You should also try it and see how it tastes."

Bai Qianluo picked up his chopsticks and began to eat elegantly. After taking a bite, his expression changed slightly.

His eyes were covered by a white cloth, so his expression was not visible.

After eating it, Que Hongjin looked incredulous. The texture of the coarse rice was not very good when steamed, but she did not expect it to taste so delicious when stir-fried like this.

Qiao Suluo noticed that they were very quiet while eating, with no expression on their faces, all looking elegant and aloof, without giving any feedback.

Qiao Suluo couldn't help but ask, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Bai Qianluo said, "Mmm, it's delicious."

Que Hongjin said, "It is indeed a food I have never eaten before, and it is very delicious."

"How does my wife know these things?"

Qiao Suluo glanced at Que Hongjin and met his deep, dark eyes. So, he was testing her because he suspected her?
Qiao Suluo made up a story: "This is a cooking skill that I learned from a master."

Fearing they would pry, Qiao Suluo added directly, "However, my master has already passed away."

One sentence silenced all of Que Hongjin's words.

Bai Qianluo, on the other hand, was very quiet.

Everyone ate dinner very cleanly, leaving not a single grain of rice. They also ate all the stir-fried konjac, no longer worried about it being poisonous.

Qiao Sulu guessed that they trusted her a little.

After dinner, Que Hongjin and Bai Qianlu cleaned up the kitchen and dishes.

Qiao Suluo made konjac dessert.

The chili peppers and some seasonings were bought by Qiao Suluo using points from the space shop. Buying a little seasoning only requires very few points.

So she used these to make konjac dessert.

After finishing, Qiao Suluo continued to work, making the cloth dolls and weaving many exquisite and beautiful straw crafts with rushes.

The oil lamp was kept burning, and she worked until midnight.

Que Hongjin could sense that an oil lamp was lit in Qiao Suluo's room.

As he came out of the house and into the yard, he saw the busy figures inside through the window.

The oil lamp wasn't extinguished until midnight, and Que Hongjin looked thoughtful.

"Are you looking at the wife?"

Hearing Bai Qianluo's voice, Que Hongjin realized that he had also come to the courtyard at some point. "You're not asleep either."

Bai Qianluo said in a calm and aloof voice, "She's busy preparing to set up a stall in the county tomorrow."

Que Hongjin said, "This is unprecedented. She never used to be busy until midnight; she would go to sleep as soon as it got dark."

They were all very familiar with her habits from the past.

Bai Qianluo's voice carried a hint of etherealness as she asked, "So what are you trying to say?"

Que Hongjin slowly said, "Don't you think our mistress is very different from before?"

"Your willingness to approach her today is also a test, isn't it?"

Bai Qianlu naturally understood the meaning behind his words. He didn't admit anything, but his tone was icy as he reminded him, "You can't talk about such things carelessly, it will cause trouble for the mistress."

"There are many people who want her dead."

Que Hongjin's expression shifted slightly, a dark undercurrent surging in her eyes, and she said, "Don't worry, I'm just mentioning it to you."

"I do hope that my wife will stay this way and not revert to what she used to be."

(End of this chapter)

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