Be Careful General's Wife!

How did he come? Shen Wan frowned slightly. The day before yesterday, he didn't come to her yard for breakfast. Today, when it comes to dinner, he hasn't come. She thought, he should not come today, did not expect him to come.

Song Heng didn't care about Qiuju and Shen Wan having breakfast together. He went over and asked, "what do you have this morning?"

Can't you watch it yourself? Shen Wan replied in his heart and said, "little fried dough sticks, millet porridge, and green vegetables."

Looking at the porridge dishes and fried golden fried dough sticks on the table, Song Heng couldn't help wringing his eyebrows and said, "how can you eat so vegetarian? What are the people in the kitchen doing? " I don't even have a meat dish. The steward of the kitchen takes his words for granted!

Shen Wan said: "it's better to eat light in the morning. These are all done in the small kitchen in the hospital, regardless of the big kitchen."

Song Heng didn't know that she had opened a small kitchen. She thought that the people in the kitchen despised her and prepared such a simple breakfast for her!

"You have a little kitchen?" Song Heng asked.

Shen Wan nodded her head and said, "I can't get used to the dishes made in the big kitchen, so I opened a small kitchen and asked Qiuju to cook it for me. Sister Qingxue has given me a monthly allowance for this reason."

In front of Song Heng, she has to say more about Lin Qingxue. In this way, the more he likes Lin Qingxue, the better she will be in the future.

Sister Qingxue? Listening to her call so intimate, Song Heng felt a little uncomfortable. In the past, she was very disgusted with sunny snow. Did she get amnesia and really let her look at it. She doesn't mind at all, Qingxue, the Ping wife.

He sat on the stone bench, looked at Qiuju and said: "Qiuju, give me a bowl of porridge, take a pair of chopsticks!"

"Yes" Qiuju answered, took down her own dishes and chopsticks and went to the kitchen.

After a while, Qiuju came over with a bowl of millet porridge and a pair of chopsticks, and put the bowl and chopsticks in front of Song Heng.

Song Heng picks up his chopsticks and picks up a fried dough stick. The fried dough sticks are crisp outside and tender inside and soft fried inside. It's delicious. It's just right to match the millet porridge.

Eating this simple breakfast, Song Heng can not help but think of the days when he was still in the countryside. At that time, life was not rich, fried dough sticks can not afford to eat, because it costs too much oil. Every day, it was a simple corn steamed bread and a bowl of congee, and a dish of pickled vegetables, and his bowl of rice is always more than his wife's bowl.

Song Heng, while eating breakfast, is nostalgic for the past, and his heart is full of guilt.

After breakfast, Song Heng took several soldiers to the camp. Shen Wan and Qiuju make clothes in the room. Shen Wan draws the patterns of clothes on rice paper, and then asks Qiuju to help.

Because Shen Wan used to draw a pattern when she was making clothes, Qiuju didn't find it strange.

The former "Shen Wan" needlework was excellent. The clothes for her mother-in-law, her husband and her two children were basically all her own, and she made them by needle and thread.

But now Shen Wan, who has changed her core, won't have any needlework at all, belonging to the kind of clothes that can't be mended even when they are broken. Even if you can sew two stitches, you can't see the sewn place at all.

Qiuju is a skillful person, but in one day's work, she made a suit of clothes. Looking at her new clothes, Shen Wan is very satisfied. She can finally say goodbye to those dark and earthy clothes in the cabinet.

For several days, Song Heng stayed in Qiushi courtyard. Shen Wan was annoyed, but Lin Qingxue was in a hurry.

Moreover, Song Heng also ate in Qiushi courtyard every morning. Lin Qingxue sent a girl to cut Hu many times, but all ended in failure.

As a result, Lin Qingxue could only meet Song Heng at dinner.

In Fuyun Pavilion, Lin Qingxue is sitting in the arbor in the garden, biting his teeth and wringing his handkerchief.

She heard the old lady's mother Wang say that she had told her husband that he would come to her house for the night. But it has been more than ten days since her husband even stepped into her courtyard. She asked the maid to invite him to Fuyun Pavilion for breakfast, but he refused directly, saying that he would go to Qiushi courtyard for breakfast.

What's that damned country woman doing? Even let her husband accompany her to have breakfast every day and sleep in her room every night.

Lin Qingxue can't think of it. She knows she can't wait any longer. Although she was in charge of the Zhongfu, and the servants of the general's mansion obeyed her orders, but what was the use of those rights without the favor of her husband?

"Little lady, the eldest lady has come to see you." The voice of the maid dewdrop rang behind her.

There was a glimmer of light in her eyes, and it suddenly occurred to her. She pinched her thigh, and tears came out of her pain. She shrugged her shoulders, raised her hand and wiped her tears from the corners of her eyes with her handkerchief.

Song Ziyu, standing next to the dewdrop, saw that her two Niang was wiping her tears, so she hurried past.

"Er Niang, what's the matter with you?"

Lin Qingxue hung his head, shook his head, and said with a cry: "no, nothing."

"Er Niang, you are crying!" Song Ziyu squatted down and saw Lin Qingxue's red eyes and tears.