This big cloak was given to Jixiang by Mu Nanzhi. At this time of year, it was freezing cold in Beidi. Mu Nanzhi was afraid that Jixiang would be frozen on the road, so he specially gave her a big cloak. However, Jixiang was sitting with Song Fu along the way. I was in the carriage, so I never had the chance to wear this cloak. I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.
Song Tong looked at the big cloak in his hand, then looked at Jixiang, feeling surprised and warm at the same time. He hurriedly sent the big cloak to Jixiang: "These are girl's clothes, right? How can brother wear girl's clothes? Besides, , Brother doesn’t feel cold either, sister, please take it back quickly.”
"It's not cold anymore. Look, your lips are blue from the cold!" Ji Xiang blurted out, and suddenly felt really embarrassed. He lowered his head and whispered, "Brother, please don't refuse. I haven't worn this cloak yet. My brother can certainly wear it, and this cloak is very wide, so it should fit well on my brother."
Song Tong looked uncomfortable: "But this..."
"Okay, you can wear it if you are told to. Your sister doesn't have any rules for a girl, but you, a rich old man, are so coquettish." Song Fu rolled his eyes at Song Tong and said to Ji Xiang, "Girl, let's go. , let’s go into the tent.”
"Okay." Ji Xiang was so busy that he helped Song Fu into the tent.
Song Tong looked at the cloak in his hand and stood awkwardly for a long time. Finally, he shook the cloak off and put it on his body.
Ji Xiang was right. The cloak was indeed wide. It was almost as long as the cloak and just reached his ankles. Song Tong lowered his head and looked at the black fox cloak on his body. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. This girl only reached his chin, so what? She is so thin, why are her clothes so wide
Jixiang opened a gap in the cotton felt door curtain, followed the gap to see Song Tong put on the big cloak, and suddenly smiled.
"Jixiang, pour me a cup of tea," Song Fu called from behind. Looking at Jixiang squatting at the door, he couldn't help but wonder, "Jixiang, why are you squatting at the door?"
"No... it's nothing. It's windy outside. Let me check if the door curtain is leaking." Jixiang got up in a hurry, rubbed his hands, and picked up the kettle from the brazier. "Dad, can you drink Dahongpao?"
"Okay, Dahongpao." Song Fu said with a smile.
He always liked Dahongpao the most, and this girl remembered it. The more Song Fu saw Jixiang, the more he liked him. He thought in his heart that when he settled down in the capital, he must personally find a good family for Jixiang. This girl is also very young. She's not young anymore, and it's really outrageous to delay her like this. It's best if this girl doesn't marry far away in the future, but marry under his nose, so that he can always take care of this girl.
I just don’t know if the Queen is willing to let this girl live in Beidi.
Song Fu was very melancholy.
"Dad, you drink tea," Ji Xiang brought a cup of Dahongpao to Song Fu and said with a smile, "You drink tea first and take a break. I will make a mutton pot and put some pancakes on it later." My son, you and your brother can drink a few cups to ward off the cold."
"Okay." Song Fu nodded with a smile.
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As soon as Song Tongfu entered the tent, his face was hit by the aroma of mutton pot. His face, which was about to freeze outside, now smiled happily: "A girl can actually make mutton pot?"
Jixiang's cooking skills are very good, but she is the maid next to Mu Nanzhi. She usually doesn't have the opportunity to cook, but her cooking skills have never improved. Along the way from Dali to Beidi, everyone stayed in the post house. Naturally, we ate and drank in the restaurant, so today was Jixiang’s first time cooking, and Song Tong naturally guessed that Jixiang’s cooking skills were so good.