The city wall caught fire, affecting the fish in the pond.

Jia Huan didn't know that the reason for the severe beating today was because Jia Cong and his father beat his own father.

Father Jia Zheng has been very arrogant since he was a child, and he was favored by his parents. How could he have suffered such a big loss? He was feeling angry, but could not speak out, for fear that Jia She, an old man, would throw dirty water on him.

——What can’t this old guy Jia She do?

If the news that Jia She and his son had framed him came out, no one would care whether it was true or not. Who knows how much criticism would be caused by then.

Therefore, as soon as he returned, he first took out his anger on the four boys carrying the sedan chair, and personally took a board and beat the four of them one by one until they had few breaths left. Even so, the sullenness in his heart still could not be vented. It was also Jia Huan.

He deserves bad luck: When he saw his own father being beaten like this, he didn't go up to greet him first, but instead couldn't help laughing.

Now Jia Zheng was even more furious. He couldn't help but drag Jia Huan over and slap him on the head and face. It was a deadly attack. If Aunt Zhao hadn't knelt down and begged in tears, he would have beaten Jia Huan to death!

For a moment, Aunt Zhao hurriedly helped Father Zheng into the house to rest, and then secretly asked someone to ask the imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment. Only then did she have time to scold Jia Huan: "You lookless thing, I won't even beat you to death."

It’s unfair! You saw your own father being beaten like a pig’s head. Instead of saying you came forward to serve him, you started laughing. Who else would you hit? Why don’t you get up while he’s feeling a little better now?

This will save him from going crazy when he sees you later!"

After hearing this, Jia Huan quietly came to look for Jia Cong.

While applying medicine to him, Jia Cong sighed in a low voice: Mr. Zheng is really capable of hitting him, he beats him really hard!

Jia Huan burst into tears from the pain, and while wiping away her tears, she cried: "I've been taking it out on me all day long, and I don't know who the hell got me today. I don't know who beat me like this. He didn't even say he beat me back, he just knew he was in the nest."

Hey, what's the point of venting his anger on his own child? Besides, why didn't he beat Jia Baoyu instead of bullying me? It's not his wife who raised him, but it doesn't matter that I was raised by his aunt. If you can, don't come here at night.

You are looking for your aunt, why don’t you go find your wife to sleep with? Bah, what the hell!”

Jia Huan gritted his teeth in pain and screamed, but at the same time he kept scolding Jia Zheng, which made Jia Cong want to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. He finally smeared a layer of ointment on his body.

Huan no longer complained of pain. He only felt a cold sensation on his body, which made him feel very comfortable.

Jinque had already laid out dinner outside and asked the two of them to come out to eat. At this time, Jia Huan's pain was greatly relieved, and then he felt that he was very hungry. It turned out that he had been beaten by Father Zheng before lunch.

, I still haven’t had my teeth beaten yet.

As soon as Jinque called for dinner outside, he was the first to jump up from the bed and run away. Even Jia Cong, who was fine and not injured at all, couldn't catch him.

When he was the first to rush to the table and looked up, he couldn't help but frown and shouted: "Jinque, Jinque, Jinque, who made this dinner? Can we eat it?"

After hearing this, Jinque smiled and said: "Master Huan, I made this rice. What's wrong? Can't you eat it? You have a good taste, but it is very delicious!"

After hearing this, Jia Huan complained even more: "What kind of food is this? Why do you eat it so poorly? There is not even a piece of meat. How can people eat this?"

Jia Cong heard his complaint from behind and hurriedly stretched his neck to look at the table. He saw two bowls of yellow millet porridge on the table, with a dozen bright red dates floating in them. The aroma of dates combined with the aroma of millet,

As soon as he smelled it, he praised it: "As soon as I smelled it, I knew it was the millet porridge cooked by me, Jinque. It has such a fragrant aroma that no one else can make it again!"

Upon hearing this, Jinque pursed her lips and smiled and said, "Hurry up and enjoy your food. There are so many things to do with a bowl of porridge."

Jia Huan muttered and sat aside and complained: "It's just a bowl of porridge, but it's like this? Why is there no meat? Jinque, why don't you go to the kitchen and order some meat for us, whether it's chicken, duck, fish or pig?"

Beef and mutton are all good, and I won't refuse anyone who comes. If you don't have any, eggs and tofu are also good, but you can't ask me to eat this clear soup. Besides, isn't Brother Cong doing well in the house now?

, the kitchen won’t even provide meat, right?”

Seeing that he didn't forget to eat meat even after being beaten like this, Jia Cong couldn't help laughing and said: "Eat yours quickly. It doesn't matter what time it is. Are you still dreaming? Where did the meat come from? Besides, it doesn't matter what time it is."

You are covered in wounds, you were beaten very hard, and you are not allowed to touch those hairy things. When your injuries are healed, I will personally prepare delicious food for you, how about it?"

Jia Huan always put food first. When he heard that there was no meat to eat, he was very unhappy. He pouted, picked up the spoon and put the millet porridge in his mouth. However, he was so hot that he squealed and his mouth

Immediately, a big blister came out of his chest. The pain made him burst into tears. He was complaining but couldn't hear what he was saying.

Seeing him like this, Jia Cong sighed and sat down, picked up a spoon, gently scooped up a small spoonful, put it to his mouth and blew it gently for a long time, then carefully tried the cold perm, until that small spoonful

The spoonful of millet porridge was lukewarm, so he put it in his mouth and savored it carefully for a long time with his eyes closed, and finally swallowed the mouthful of porridge reluctantly.

The soft glutinousness of millet and the sweetness of jujube were intertwined together. Jia Cong could only smile with joy and feel comfortable all over. Look at his expression. What kind of millet porridge was he eating? It was a hundred times more delicious than dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder.

Similar.

From the moment he took his first sip of porridge, Jin Que secretly paid attention. Seeing Jia Cong drink sweetly and with a satisfied look on his face, she felt sweet in her heart, and she was even happier than when she drank it herself.

For a moment, the two people's eyes met, and they smiled warmly at each other.

On a quiet night, under the candlelight, the Changchun Garden is filled with infinite warmth.

This night would have been perfect if Jia Huan hadn't been there with a frown on his face, making ghost noises all over the place, and hating Jia Cong and Jin Que for not knowing how to treat guests.

Jia Cong heard him yelling non-stop, ruining the atmosphere, and couldn't help frowning and shouting: "What is your name? Are you still dreaming? The bowl you drank originally belonged to Jinque. Now that you have drank other people's porridge, you are still dreaming."

You're still hungry, how dare you scream?"

Jia Huandang curled his lips and shouted: "What does this mean? It's just a bowl of porridge. What's the valuable thing?"

When Jia Cong heard this, he became even more angry, frowned more and more, and shouted coldly: "What do you know? There is only one piece of porridge in the world, and you can't get it back even if you give me gold and silver. It's such a precious thing."

I gave you a bowl of porridge, but you still dare to pick and choose, you really deserve a beating!"

After hearing what Jia Cong said, Jinque felt even more fond of it. After carefully savoring the words, her cheeks turned red and her eyes filled with emotion. She couldn't help but peek at Jia Cong, who happened to be looking over as well.

As they looked at each other, Jinque's pretty face turned even redder, and the affection in her eyes was so thick that it almost turned into two pools of spring water.

When Jia Cong saw her like this, his heart was even more disturbed. Just when he was about to say something, he heard Jia Cong yelling strangely: "Oh, why don't you say that the porridge cooked by Jinque is delicious? You two are so affectionate."
Chapter completed!