"Waiting to help you wash two dishes." Song Tong said to Jixiang with a smile.
"Who said I have to wash the dishes? What kind of dishes should I, the dignified eldest daughter of the Song Dynasty, wash? I'm just waiting to enjoy myself." Ji Xiang glanced at him, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and raised his feet towards Go to the kitchen.
Song Tong didn't say anything and followed her with a smile. In the past thirty years, the number of times he had entered the kitchen was less than this half a year.
The eldest lady of the Song family, who kept saying that she would never wash dishes, still walked to the Zhuotai with a basin in her hands.
"Didn't you say you would help me wash the dishes?" Ji Xiang looked a little unhappy when he saw him standing there, "Then you should wash the dishes."
"Okay, I'm just afraid of causing trouble to you." Song Tong said with a smile, rolling up his sleeves and coming over, grabbing a bowl in his hand, and started washing it carefully.
Those hands that could write and draw were so clumsy at this time that they couldn't even use a rag. Ji Xiang couldn't help but want to laugh when he looked at it. He wanted him to stop, but in the end he still held back and said nothing. , just watching him splash water on his front again and again.
Ji Xiang likes the way she and Song Tong get along now. The two broke up on bad terms a while ago. She likes and is angry at Song Tong but can't hate her. But when she calms down and thinks about it carefully, she feels It was because she went too far. She kept saying that she would not force Song Tong, but what she did was to force her. Song Tong had done the best for her and her mother. She should be satisfied, and It’s not asking for it again and again, let alone something like this.
Ji Xiang gradually changed his attitude, and Song Tong was naturally overjoyed. Neither of them said anything about the unhappy breakup that night. Ji Xiang focused on taking care of his mother, and Song Tong was not idle either, every day. Bing Bing went to stay with Ji Xiang's mother for a while, until she passed away, and Song Tong personally attended her funeral. It's really not like a filial son is better than a filial son, and Ji Xiang has no reason to resent Song Tong. Up to now, the relationship between the two is quite good. They are more harmonious than before, a bit like brother and sister, but also like friends who can talk about their concerns.
"Didn't you just say that you would wash two bowls for me?" Jixiang quickly washed all the dishes in a small basin. Song Tong was still working hard to wash the bowl in his hand. Jixiang looked at his clumsy look. , couldn't help laughing.
"Next time, I'll help you wash the other one next time," Song Tong put the washed bowl in the cabinet with a little embarrassment. While washing his hands, he said to Jixiang with a serious face and sincerity, "Jixiang, I'll follow you." Seriously, don't wash dishes anymore, look how rough your hands are."
"It's okay, it's much better than in winter." Jixiang told the truth. When he first came to Beidi to spend the winter, Jixiang's hands were covered with frostbite, and his ten fingers were swollen like carrots. Now Jixiang's hands naturally It's better, but it's still a lot rougher than when I was in Dali.
"It's not like there are no servants in the family." Song Tong said with a frown. Sometimes he was annoyed by Ji Xiang's stubbornness. This girl looked soft and gentle, but she was very stubborn in her heart. Because even a hairpin matter could be trivialized by half. Months ignored him.
"This is not physical work. Anyway, I have a hard life. I work so hard that I don't feel tired. If you keep me idle and do nothing, I'm afraid I'll get sick if I'm idle," Ji Xiang said with a smile. She took a rag and wiped away the water droplets on the table bit by bit. She really couldn't take any time off. "Besides, I am happy to be busy with my family."
The word "family" sounded easy to Ji Xiang's mouth and easy to listen to Song Tong's ears.
Song Tong watched her wiping away without saying anything. When she finally cleared the table, Song Tong took her to sit down and poured her a cup of sour plum soup.