"Why, it's not the carriage in the mansion? You are so careful that you wish you could be ten feet away from me?"

Zeng Wei looked at the woman who was huddled opposite him and felt a little stiff, and lowered her voice and joked.

He still had a affectionate look in his eyes, his eyes striking like lightning, hitting the woman, as if she was not allowed to dodge at all.

Then he turned into a half-angry and half-satisfied look, like a fog and rain curtain, wishing he could wrap the other party into a ball.

Yao Huan couldn't help frowning.

It was clearly Zhongqiu who was so happy that the golden wind was so cool, and the car hired by Zeng Wei was also spacious and breathable, but for the first time she felt sticky and depressing as if she was in the yellow plum sky.

Today Zeng Wei looked for her, and made a clear idea of ​​her intention, saying that she was finding a new gentleman for Xiao Ruzhou and took Yao Huan to take a look.

It's rare that he is thinking about this.

Yao Huan's heart was softened.

The slight distantness that has not been seen for many days is like the wind and dust falling.

She didn't hesitate and let him see it.

Mr. Xin's school is in the alley in Lijingmen, and it must be more than two miles away from his uncle and his aunt's house. However, Mr. Xin is indeed well-known in appearance and knowledge. The children inside look gentle and polite, with their eyes without losing their agility.

Yao Huan was so interested in it right away.

She returned to the car and wanted to give Silang a voluntary thanks.

But for some reason, Shiro's gesture of trying to reach out and pull himself over was clearly different from before, which made people feel uncomfortable again.

So, facing the relationship between the husband, Yao Huan did not continue to respond to his concubine, but asked Zeng Wei seriously: "Have you ever been signed by the Ministry of Personnel?"

Zeng Wei's eyes continued to be filled with jokes: "You are so anxious to leave the capital with me. Is this a place of failure?"

The second time!

This sentence structure of the conclusion of "What, what are you doing?" is quite disgusting for women.

The woman is clearly just sticking to her dignity as usual, or just asking about the man’s situation with concern, but the man does not know how to receive information with a persistence, and still follows her pleasure or desire to control, and plucks the woman around like a pipa string.

When Yao Huan just went to visit Xiao Ruzhou for his new private school, a few tenderness that was standing side by side with Silang suddenly floated to where he was floating.

When Zeng Wei met the other person, his calm expression showed a more complicated meaning than the word "annoyed". He also knew in his heart that according to Zhang Shangyi, Huan'er now had a lot of experience in walking around the world, which was no longer as easy to coax.

Zeng Wei then stopped jokingly, sighed, and said bluntly: "Huan'er, I have completely had a quarrel with my father in the past two months."

Yao Huan had "information" from his uncle in advance, and he knew about Zeng Wei moving out. Today, he wanted to ask what happened, so he raised his head and looked at him and waited for his next sentence.

Zeng Wei said, "Let's go to a place, I'll talk to you in detail."

...

This courtyard is hidden in an alley near the prince's mansion in the north of the city. In this climate, the setting sun shines in the evening, so many neighborhoods in Kaifeng City are bustling and bustling, but this place is very quiet. Not to mention pedestrians, cars and horses, even looking at the houses on both sides, there are not many chimneys coming out of breath.

But the alley is just quiet and not desolate.

Yao Huan followed Zeng Wei to get off the carriage at the entrance of the alley, and walked all the way to see the entrances of the houses. Even the small stone piers were clean and smooth, and the tiles on the courtyard walls were neatly shaped and laid out in moderation.

"At this time, this is my uncle's house in Beijing, Xiangyuan."

Zeng Wei said while knocking on the copper ring. The person who came to open the door was indeed Mrs. Wei's personal maid.

Zeng Wei turned his head and whispered to Yao Huan: "I didn't lie to you, are you? My mother is waiting for us inside."

After saying that, seeing that the two had already entered the yard and the maid behind him also closed the door, Zeng Wei took Yao Huan's hand without hesitation.

Yao Huan did not resist, which was considered a relaxation in his attitude.

Just now, Zeng Wei said that his mother, Mrs. Wei, wanted to see her, but she did maintain a vigilant attitude because of her suspicion.

Mrs. Wei, who was sitting upright in the main hall, was still wearing a gorgeous dress and had a much haggard face than before.

Seeing his son leading Yao Huan in, the loving mother's eyes were filled with a dazed sadness, which made her faded a little.

"Huan'er, Silang's uncle, was not allowed to enter the imperial examination for some reason, but he was good at poetry and articles, and was good at debating the tip of the poems and many famous scholars in the capital. There were once a family that offered ten cents to him and asked him to write a word, and hundreds of cents to ask him to write an article. My younger brother, who earned a pen, was not less than the salary of a fifth-rank official in the capital. He bought this house a few years ago, because we were from the Wei family in Xiangyang, he named Xiangyuan."

Zeng Wei'er heard his mother beautifying his uncle Wei Tai so much, but he sneered in his heart. What kind of articles are beautiful, and the ones who spend money to buy words and articles in the capital are not because of the fact that his uncle's brother-in-law is a courtier and a celebrity in the Ci world. The reason why his uncle was banned from the examination for the imperial examination was because he was arrogant and domineering back then, and almost beat the examiner to death in the courthouse, so why didn't his mother say that?

However, he quickly suppressed his contempt.

Compared with his uncle, Zeng Wei is naturally resourceful and calm. However, at present, he can satisfy his feelings about men and women, and he has to rely on his uncle's house.

On the other end, Yao Huan was still wondering what Mrs. Wei called her to the house and said, but Mrs. Wei had ordered someone to arrange dinner in the small room behind the screen.

"Huan'er, this is the chicken feet that Silang picked in his own hands during the day. He told Qinghe to follow your method and simmer it with salty sauce for two hours. Although I have always loved the kitchen, he learned several moves with me, but I really didn't expect that he, a man, could help to clean the fine bones of the chicken feet.

"Look at this cold pottery again. Silang said that the first time he ate the dish you cooked was in the west garden of Wang Fuma. That time you quoted the poems of the Tang people, adding daylily flowers to the roasted pork, saying that this flower is also called Forgetful Worry, and has the intention of children to express filial piety to their elders. Today I would like to accompany you to have a meal, and he thought of this Forgetful Worry. He also knew that you like to eat Lengtao, so he created a novelty. He used yellow mushrooms to fry out mushroom oil, and then cut the bracken and daylily flowers into watermelon bean paste and marinated it with watermelon bean paste, mix it in cold bath, and then burn it with mushroom oil. You can taste it quickly, and it will be very fragrant and delicious."

Mrs. Wei put down her usual reserved airs and kept talking nonsense, as if she was chatty as an official matchmaker.

It's just a meaning after tossing and turning - Madam Yao, my son really puts you on his heart.

Yao Huan ate a few chopsticks and cold noodles. I have to say that the noodles that Zeng Wei used wild mountain mushrooms to fry out oil and mix them was indeed much more exciting than the ordinary scallion oil noodles in later generations.

Watermelon bean paste is also the finishing touch, comparable to the freshly prepared diced radish oil vinegar sesame paste in Wuhan hot dry noodles.

However, the deliciousness in the mouth is delicious in the mouth, and Yao Huan's doubts also rose up little by little.

Mrs. Wei's performance is not like a legitimate lady whose husband and son have a quarrel.

There is a taste of pretending to be quiet in time.

Didn’t you say something to tell me?

Yao Huan secretly speculated that on the other end, Mrs. Wei praised her son and the dishes on the table, and then talked about the preparation of various flower, fruit, cakes and sauces.

After all, she was an elder. After all, she talked about food with such enthusiasm. Why did Yao Huan suddenly ask how much Shiro had to worry about his father? She had to listen honestly.

After having dinner for half an hour, the last ray of sunshine that was reflected in the corridor also dimmed. Qinghe and Mrs. Wei's close maid came in and lighted the candle.

Yao Huan felt that Qinghe in the light shadow seemed to have a strange look. She was about to chase after this gaze, but Qinghe lowered her head and retreated aside.

"Silang, I'll eat a cup of tea to digest food. Take Huan'er to take a walk and show her the surprises you have prepared."

Mrs. Wei said softly.

Yao Huan couldn't think about any "surprise", Zeng Wei had already stood up and held her hand again.
Chapter completed!