The warm sun moves westward, and the light and shadows gradually dim.
Wei Yang was still struggling with the robe in her hands with her head down when Yan Gui strode in.
"You've been doing this all day, right?" he asked softly, sitting down beside her.
"No, it's been the whole afternoon." Wei Yang pinched the back of her neck, looked at Yan Gui, and then looked at the sky outside the window. It was actually the time when the lanterns were just coming on.
Yan Gui couldn't help but frown, glanced at the robe in her hand, and wanted to say something but held back.
"You haven't eaten yet?" Wei Yang put down the robe in her hand, stood up and called Konggu: "Konggu, bring the food to the general."
Konggu came out in response, the door opened, and a breeze blew in, making the bead curtain jingle.
Seeing that she was a little confused while making the robe for him, Yan Gui couldn't help but curl up her lips: "Madam, have you had dinner? Why didn't you wait for your husband?"
"Husband." Wei Yang looked up at Yan Gui. Her mind was still a little confused. She couldn't remember whether she had eaten or not. After thinking for a long time, she asked, "Have I had dinner?"
Yan Gui laughed a little. He didn’t even know whether he had eaten or not, but he still had to ask him.
With his eyes slightly lowered, Yan Gui looked at the clothes in the basket: "From now on, you can only work for one hour a day, and take a break for half an hour before working again."
Yan Gui's tone was calm and he didn't blame her, but it made Wei Yang blush slightly: "I'm too slow. If I do that, it will take a long time and I won't be able to do it well!"
"Then walk slowly. We still have a long time to go. There is no need to rush at this moment."
Wei Yang lowered her head in shame. She was so useless that she couldn't even make a robe.
He lowered his eyes. She lowered her head, not even looking at him.
"Silly girl." Yan Gui reached out and flicked her head. "If you do everything yourself, what do you need these maids for? Get up, let's go have dinner."
"Yeah." Wei Yang raised her head, reached out and held the hand that Yan Gui handed over, held it tightly and stood up.
The two of them walked hand in hand to the table in the outer room, where Konggu and Xiaocao had already started to place the dishes.
Cold-mixed wood ear vegetables, pan-fried tofu, stir-fried lamb with green onions, boiled fish fillet, braised chicken, old duck soup, and white rice.
Maybe it was because she had been making clothes all day, or maybe it was because she didn’t eat much at noon, but looking at the dishes on the table, Wei Yang felt her appetite grow.
"Have some soup first."
Yan Gui personally filled a small bowl of soup for Wei Yang and placed it in front of her, then scooped a bowl for himself and savored it carefully.
Li Ma, who was serving on the side, was used to it. She would not say anything if the general agreed. There was no rule or inappropriateness. It was a matter between the young couple. There were no rules or regulations.
Yan Gui held a porcelain spoon in one hand, scooped a spoonful of steaming duck soup slowly and carefully, and handed it to Wei Yang: "Help me blow it."
Wei Yang was blowing on her hot soup. Upon hearing this, she looked at Yan Gui in confusion: "What?"
"Help me blow it." Yan Gui pushed the spoon forward again, his dark eyes hidden in the rising hot air.
Wei Yang stole a glance at Nanny Li standing beside her. Seeing her watching her heart with her nose and her nose with her heart, she looked like an old monk in meditation. She couldn't help but blush slightly and glanced at Yan Gui coquettishly: "Blow it yourself."
After a moment of silence, Yan Gui indifferently turned his gaze away from Wei Yang's face and turned his head to the side.
Nanny Li retreated tactfully and closed the door.
They were the only ones left in the house.