Zhao Xufeng quickly stopped his hand.

Manager Zhao looked at his bulging pocket and sighed.

…

Xue Qingyin was not surprised that the fire-fighting methods were poor and the silk and satin shop was burned to the ground.

When Wu Houpu came back dragging his tired body, Xue Qingyin happened to ask his servant to deliver the melons and fruits he had just bought from the market.

Eat them one by one, quenching your thirst and quenching your fever.

Presumably, if something happens next time, they will run faster.

Not long after, the right patrol envoy and the soldiers from Jingzhao Mansion came one after another.

Xue Qingyin swallowed.

She has never seen such a scene...but it doesn't matter. Her father is the minister after all!

Just when Xue Qingyin secretly straightened her back, she heard someone shout loudly: "The young master of the Duke's mansion is going out, why don't you get out of the way quickly?"

This posture, this pomp.

Xue Qingyin is nothing compared to this.

The right patrol envoy and the Jingzhao Mansion soldiers quickly saluted.

The group of people headed by the young man jumped up in shock and looked ahead in disbelief.

But the carriage from Duke Zhao's mansion was indeed approaching.

A curtain roll.

Young Master Zhao Xufeng ran down and ran straight towards Xue Qingyin.

Xue Qingyin thought about it for a while.

He won't hit her to death, right?

At this time, Manager Zhao chased after him, shouting repeatedly: "Young Master! Slow down! Slow down!"

Zhao Xufeng stood firm in front of Xue Qingyin.

The whole person is as scary as a hill.

Manager Zhao chased after him and hugged him around the waist.

Just when Zhao Xufeng opened his mouth to call "A'Niang", he jumped in and said, "Young Master, this is A Yin."

"A, A Yin?" Zhao Xufeng was confused.

"Yes, that's the right name." Manager Zhao coaxed.

Trying to confuse the concepts of "A Niang" and "A Yin".

Zhao Xufeng tilted his head and thought for a while, but he couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He carried a cloth bag woven with gold thread.

The golden light is brilliant, and you can tell how precious it is just by looking at it!

Zhao Xufeng opened the cloth bag and said to Xue Qingyin: "Eat, eat."

Xue Qingyin lowered her head and took a look.

There are jujube cakes, jade dew dumplings, and flower cakes... salty, sweet, hot, cold, fruits, and cheese, all mixed together.

Some of the puff pastry fell off, and some of the cheese melted.

Sticky.

When Manager Zhao saw him from behind, he couldn't help but hold his forehead.

What the hell is this?

Which girl can eat it after seeing it? Even if she doesn't vomit, it's good! But at that time, he really couldn't resist the young father-in-law, so he could only watch him hide everything he thought was delicious into his pocket.
Chapter completed!