"Let's go." After paying, Yang Qiong carried two big bags, and Shen Qiuhua carried a bag of things and walked out. Before taking a few steps, Shen Qiuhua suddenly stared at the two figures in front of him, the old man and the young man, and didn't move.
"What's wrong?" Yang Qiong also glanced at the two people and didn't think there was any problem.
"That child... the adult beside him just now is not this person." Shen Qiuhua frowned.
"Really?" Yang Qiong just asked casually. She never doubted Shen Qiuhua's memory.
The middle-aged woman in front was pulling a three- or four-year-old boy towards the door of the supermarket. Although Yang Qiong is not as good as Shen Qiuhua's memory, she is no stranger to this kind of thing. She pulled Shen Qiuhua to follow behind the two people in front, and gradually shortened the distance.
Just as they were about to walk out the door of the supermarket, there seemed to be some commotion in the supermarket behind them. The middle-aged woman in front glanced back, then picked up the child and ran towards the door.
"Wait for me here!" Yang Qiong dropped the bag in her hand and chased behind the woman in a few steps. Without saying hello, he reached out and stuck his hand on the woman's arm.
Before the woman could react, the child in her hand was already in Yang Qiong's hands. The child was frightened and cried out with a "wow". This caught the attention of many people. Soon someone shouted: "Is that the child? There, hurry up and chase!"
When the middle-aged woman saw someone chasing after her, she turned and ran away without saying a word. Yang Qiong didn't give up holding a child, she caught up with the woman in two steps and kicked her from behind. With just one foot, the woman never stood up again.
At this time, a group of people chased up, and a young woman cried and said, "Thank you for saving my child."
When the child saw the woman, he immediately shouted, "Mom! Mom!"
Yang Qiong saw that this was correct, and immediately returned the child to the woman. "Be careful, don't lose it again."
"Yes, thank you, thank you so much." The woman held the child in her arms and thanked her.
Someone around pointed to the middle-aged woman lying on the ground and said, "What about this person?"
"Already called the police," someone said.
A group of people noisily pointed around the middle-aged woman. Yang Qiong withdrew from the crowd, found Shen Qiuhua, lifted the bag, "Let's go."
"Don't be arrogant in taking credit, and finally look a little bit like."
Yang Qiong smiled, "Are you talking about yourself?"
Shen Qiuhua raised his eyebrows, expressing that he did not understand the meaning of these words.
"If you hadn't said that the person had a problem, I wouldn't have paid attention to her. Maybe that person would have run away with the child long ago."
"Hands up." Shen Qiuhua met the mother and son when he was shopping, and he didn't care at the time, just glanced at it, but this glance was enough.
"Speaking of which, you have such a good memory that you are a good teacher." Yang Qiong said as she walked.
"What do I do to be unyielding?" Shen Qiuhua's phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and there was a domineering look at the world in his eyes.
"I'm not humble." Yang Qiong pouted.
"The Shen family pays attention to being introverted in youth and having a strong heart. I have always done this." When it came to the last sentence, Shen Qiuhua's tone was a little more disappointed.
Having been by her side for so long, Yang Qiong understood the reason for this disappointment. The woman next to her is a great talent, but she is trapped in the deep palace, intrigues and plots with other women all day long. Yang Qiong knew how reluctant she was to do these useless fights, but the trees wanted to be quiet and the wind was surging. In order to survive, in order to keep herself and the Shen family, she could only fight.
Too many talents do not dare to show, for fear of taking over, covering up the talents of others and causing trouble. In that deep palace, she took every step and made every move. Nine years of holy grace has not faded, how much bitterness does it contain? However, she still thinks she is lucky, after all, her bitterness has brought infinite beauty on the surface. There are also those women who have tried their best and still can't compete for high positions, and those who have withered their lives before they bloom. Compared with them, she is already very satisfied.
"Deliberately kept a low profile for too long, it's time to show it." Yang Qiong said meaningfully.
Shen Qiuhua turned to look at her, "I can't hide anything from you. If it's really like what you said before, look at me with all your wisdom, and my mind really has nowhere to hide."
Yang Qiong smiled "hehe", and just as he was about to open his mouth, Shen Qiuhua glared at him, "Don't ask for a reward."
"Oh." Yang Qiong's mind was pierced, and she was a little depressed. Understanding is mutual, and while she understands Shen Qiuhua, it is difficult to hide her little thought.
The two got on the subway, and Shen Qiuhua asked quietly, "Why did that woman just take someone else's child away?"
"for money."
"Huh?" Shen Qiuhua didn't understand.
"Parents who kidnapped and sold to others, or blackmailed their children, no matter what, it's all for money." Yang Qiong explained.
Shen Qiuhua frowned and thought for a while, "Human teeth?"
This time, it was Yang Qiong's turn to frown. "It's not the same thing, is it?" She wasn't sure.
It is not difficult to explain this kind of thing clearly to Shen Qiuhua, what is difficult is to clarify a series of issues that Shen Qiuhua cares about. From the problem of kidnapping children all the way to the punishment of kidnappers, the formulation of laws, etc., Yang Qiong vomited blood. "Qiuhua, I know you're a great talent, but I'm not. I've never thought about this kind of problem."
"What kind of talent is not very talented, but it's just a girl. Even in a society like this, what can I do?"
Yang Qiong was surprised: "You actually use the word 'society'?"
"You really have more words here. I'm adapting. Speaking of which, you adapt to the palace quite quickly." In the era of the Internet, words are emerging one after another. It was not easy for Shen Qiuhua to adapt.
"It's not because you taught me well. If there was no Fanglin Pavilion for more than two months, I still don't know what trouble I would have caused." Yang Qiong followed Shen Qiuhua to Fanglin Pavilion, which was a blessing in disguise. In a closed environment, she has enough time and space to adapt.
Thinking of the past, the two fell into memories. There are all kinds of past events, although the time is not long, but too many things have happened. For Yang Qiong, it was an experience that subverted her inherent thinking, and she will never forget it for the rest of her life. What's more, there is this woman beside him.
When he got home, Yang Qiong obediently took all the ingredients he bought to the kitchen and sorted them out. And then... she didn't know what to do.
After a while, Shen Qiuhua, who had changed into his home clothes, walked in, took off his apron from the wall and tied it to his body.
"You can do it?" Yang Qiong's eyes were bulging out.
"It depends on who you compare with. Compared with you, I will do it." Shen Qiuhua fastened his apron and came over to get the broccoli to wash.
"I'll come, I'll come." Yang Qiong hurried over to wash the vegetables.
Wash the vegetables, meat, and fish, and Shen Qiuhua has already cut the onion, ginger, and garlic. Taking over the ingredients that Yang Qiong washed, she cut them into segments or slices in turn. The fish was plated and put into the steamer. Then fire it up, pour in the oil, and start cooking.
"This..." Yang Qiong looked at it for a while, then asked suspiciously, "Isn't this a dish in the palace?"
"Of course not. I don't know much about what the royal chef in the palace makes." Shen Qiuhua said, but he didn't stop in his hand.
"Then how did you do that?"
Shen Qiuhua stopped the movement in his hand and looked up at Yang Qiong, "There are many recipes on the Internet, just take a look at it."
Seeing what she said so naturally, Yang Qiong twisted her neck. what is this? IQ gap
The ribs have passed the water and are now simmering on low heat.
Yang Qiong looked at Shen Qiuhua's way of cooking with her head down, and she became more and more charming because of her concentration. With her slender neck drooping slightly, her jade-like skin exposed in the air, Yang Qiong was moved by her shortness of breath.
She took a step back, stood behind Shen Qiuhua, and then pulled out the hairpin of Shen Qiuhua's hair. A strand of blue silk fell down instantly. Shen Qiuhua was about to turn back in dissatisfaction, but she was hugged from behind.
"Stop it."
Yang Qiong buried her head in the blue silk, "Let me give you a hug, you are so beautiful that you even cook."
Shen Qiuhua was helpless. This person is like a child at every turn, so she can't do anything about it.
"If you can't afford the pot, the vegetables will be scorched." Seeing that the soup for the ribs is about to dry up, Yang Qiong still hugs her and refuses to let go.
Yang Qiong is finally willing to let go. With a drooling face, he turned to the front and lowered his head to smell it, "Wow, it smells so good!" He also took the spatula and put the ribs on a plate.
The steamed fish over there is ready. Shen Qiuhua fried the soup, waited for Yang Qiong to bring the fish out of the pot, poured the soup on top, and it was full of color, aroma and taste.
After that, Shen Qiuhua made two more vegetarian dishes and pork ribs and winter melon soup. When the four dishes and one soup came to the table, Yang Qiong was excited but also ashamed. It was always hard for her to forget Shen Qiuhua's former identity.
The former Concubine Kang now washes her hands and makes soup for her. Is it because of love? Besides love, what else can be explained
The meal was full for both of them. After dinner, Yang Qiong took Shen Qiuhua to go downstairs for a walk. "Go home tomorrow, are you really ready?"
Shen Qiuhua said with a smile: "It's not Longtan Tiger's Den, what are you going to prepare? Besides, ugly women always want to see their in-laws, so I can't keep going back, right? There's no way to avoid this kind of thing."
"If you want to see my in-laws, I'm also seeing my parents. You haven't come home with me." Yang Qiong held her hand tightly.
"How long have you been home?"
Yang Qiong thought for a while, she had to calculate to remember, "Four and a half years."
"Don't want them?" Shen Qiuhua knew about Yang Qiong's family relationship, so it wasn't surprising that she didn't go home.