The corners of Qing Tong's lips twitched constantly: "Master!"
"You are not allowed to eat secretly on the road, otherwise I will break your legs!" Gu Changsheng said viciously.
Qing Tong sighed helplessly: "My young master! I will do it right away! But the meat will be cold by the time it reaches Yangliu Village."
"Wouldn't she heat it up in a pot if it's cold?" Gu Changsheng sneered, "If you don't want to go, I'll go myself."
Gu Changsheng was about to go out, but Qing Tong hurriedly stopped him: "I'll go, I'll go! Young Master, you're still sick, don't go out. If Madam finds out, she'll beat me to death."
“Go quickly!”
"yes."
Only after watching Qing Tong leave did Gu Changsheng’s anger turn into laughter.
After eating his braised pork, Xia Qianqian would definitely think of him. Before he confessed his identity to her, he used the braised pork to whet her appetite so that she would not dare to discuss marriage with others.
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The old Xia family had a rich feast today, just like the New Year. They slaughtered a chicken, cut bacon and stewed a pot of dried beans. Xia Ruyu and her daughter were treated as honored guests and sat next to Grandma Xia. The third and second rooms sat in order. The table was not big enough for the children to sit. Xia Ruyu specifically asked Xia Yu to sit down, and the other children added rice and dishes and ate on the side.
Xia Yu was afraid of Xia Ruyu, so he sat at the end of the table and didn't dare to pick up any food. He saw clearly how his elder sister beat his aunt today. With his aunt's temper, she might beat him up to vent her anger.
"Yu'er, please eat." Xia Ruyu was very friendly to Xia Yu, which was contrary to her usual behavior.
Xia Yu was flattered: "Aunt...Aunt..."
"I heard that your eldest sister can read. Is that true?" Xia Ruyu picked up some meat for Xia Yu.
"Yes." Xia Yu nodded and ate the chicken in small bites.
"Where did she learn it?" Xia Ruyu asked again.
"I don't know. But my elder sister recognizes many, many words, and she can also recite ancient poems." Xia Yu showed pride on her little face.
Xia Ruyu put down her chopsticks and asked, "Then can you do it?"
"Yes, my elder sister taught me today." Xia Yu said and then recited a poem, "The moon shines brightly in front of my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground. I look up at the moon and think of my hometown."
Old Man Xia was stunned: "You learned it too?"
"Yes, I have learned everything my elder sister taught me. Not only can I recite it, I can also write it." Xia Yu subconsciously straightened his waist.
Knowledge is the most profound and mysterious thing. When Xia Dingshan went out to work, he learned a few words and came back to be amazed. Now Xia Yu can recite poems, how glorious is the old Xia family
Old Man Xia was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling: "My grandson is really amazing."
"It's not me who is good, it's my elder sister who is good. Grandpa, can I still ask my elder sister to teach me how to read in the future?" Xia Yu took the opportunity to ask.
"Okay!" Old man Xia felt better and agreed.
"Thank you, Grandpa." Xia Yu was very happy. He could visit his mother every day in the future, so would it matter where he lived
Xia Ruyu was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Yu'er is really smart, smarter than the boys in the county school. Maybe he can pass the exam and become a scholar in the future, bringing honor to the Xia family."
"What's the point of being a scholar? My eldest grandson can even become the top scholar." Old man Xia laughed.
The whole family laughed, but Yang felt the crisis! If Xia Yu inherited the family business in the future, what would happen to her two sons? She immediately said, "Dad, Xing'er and Yuan'er also want to learn to read, why not let them study with Yu'er?"
Xia Guang is seven years old this year, Xia Yuan is six years old, both are Yang's children, and their temperament is like Xia Dingfeng, lazy and gluttonous. Xia Ruyu used to like them very much, but now when she compares them with Xia Yu, she can tell who is better.
Four more chapters to come~~
--small theater--
Author: Xia Qianqian, what kind of man do you want to marry in the future
Xia Qianqian: I can cook braised pork!
Gu Changsheng: Don't worry, my dear, the braised pork is on the way. This is the meat I like... When will you let me taste it
(End of this chapter)