Yesterday, the good news of the great victory had spread throughout the capital. Today the teahouse was really bustling, and the storytellers' voices were a few decibels higher than usual.
It was Changzhong's first time to come to such a place, and he was curious about everything he saw. "Daddy, it's fun here, and there are stories to listen to."
Zhou Shuren took his son to the second floor. Forget about this private room. There is still some space on the second floor. "If you like, let's rest here for a while."
Changzhong was very happy, "Okay."
Zhou Shuren took his son to his seat and said to Jin Yanshenxing, "You have worked hard all the way here, please sit down."
Jinyan and Shenxing had followed the master for a long time and knew that the master was not being polite, so they both sat down.
Zhou Shuren ordered quite a few dim sum and asked for a pot of good tea. After the waiter left, he leaned back in a chair and was finally able to take a break.
Changzhong grinned, "It's so nice to have daddy at home. Daddy is the best."
Zhou Shuren looked at the gift boxes stacked on the ground. He was indeed a good man. He bought everything his son liked.
Shen Xing also looked at the gift box, and thought about the snacks he had just ordered, and became a little worried, "Sir, do you have enough silver?"
Zhou Shuren touched his purse and said generously, "Don't worry, I have enough money."
He suffered a loss once, so he always carries extra money with him whenever he goes out.
Shen Xing let him go, as long as there is enough silver. Although he can go back to the mansion to get it, he doesn't know whether the mistress has returned. However, the master really doesn't have his own small treasury, and all the silver and money in the mansion are in the hands of the mistress!
An hour later, Zhou Shuren left the teahouse with his son who had eaten and drunk his fill. The little guy was so full that he was reluctant to move and even started yawning.
Zhou Shuren picked up his son and asked, "Are you sleepy?"
Chang Zhong nodded, "Yeah."
Zhou Shuren smiled and said, "When the carriage arrives, we will go back home. You can lie on Daddy's shoulder and take a nap first."
Changzhong rubbed his eyes with his fat hands, "Yeah."
Seeing that the master was struggling to hold the little master, Jin Yan stretched out his hand and said, "Master, let me hold the little master."
Zhou Shuren shook his head, "The carriage from the mansion is coming soon, I'd better let you hold me."
Soon, the mansion's carriage arrived at the teahouse. Zhou Shuren didn't hold his son for long, but moved carefully. His son had already fallen asleep, so he signaled Jinyan to get on the carriage to pick up the child first.
Jinyan got on the carriage. Zhou Shuren was about to hand his son over when he heard a hesitant voice behind him, "Master Zhou?"
Zhou Shuren looked back and said, "Lord Ning."
Ning Xu liked listening to stories in the teahouse. He never expected to meet Zhou Shuren today. Look at the way Zhou Shuren held the child with such a doting look on his face. He confirmed several times that it was really Zhou Shuren who spoke.
Zhou Shuren had already handed the child to Jinyan, and then greeted him, but his arms were shaking a little, "Greetings, Lord Marquis."
Ning Xu glanced at Zhou Shuren's arm and said with a smile, "Was that your youngest son?"
Zhou Shuren's eyes softened, "Yes, was the Marquis also in the teahouse just now?"
He thought Lord Ning would enter the palace today.
Ning Xu, "This is a teahouse I often visit. If I had known that Lord Zhou was here just now, I would have invited him to come over and have a seat."
Zhou Shuren had seen Lord Ning in the palace. Every time he saw Lord Ning, Zhou Shuren sighed at how sturdy Lord Ning was. Fortunately, Rong Chuan didn't look like Lord Ning. "Lord, you are too polite. It's getting late. I have to take my son back home. I will invite you for tea when I have the chance. I hope you will do me the honor."
Ning Xu had wanted to go to Zhou's house for a long time, but he never found the opportunity. After he heard that Zhou Shuren had come to Beijing, he went to the palace to meet Zhou Shuren. Unfortunately, while the emperor was talking to Zhou Shuren, he could only watch and could not say a word.
Ning Xu smiled and said, "I know that Lord Zhou has been resting in his house recently. It's better to do it today than to wait for a day. How about Lord Zhou invite me to have a drink at his house tomorrow?"
Zhou Shuren also wanted to get to know Lord Ning better, so he smiled and said, "Okay, tomorrow, I will wait for you at the mansion."
At Zhou's residence, Zhulan was waiting for Zhou Shuren and his son to come back for lunch. As a result, Zhulan saw her son sleeping soundly, "Why did you fall asleep?"
Zhou Shuren rubbed his shoulders, "The child is a little tired, and he is sleepy after eating and drinking."
Zhu Lan looked at Zhou Shuren's stomach and said, "You've eaten a lot, too!"
Zhou Shuren laughed dryly, "The story of the teahouse is really good. I did eat a lot."
Zhulan stared at the gift box that Jin Yan Shen Xing brought in, and said, "You must have spent a lot of money!"
Zhou Shuren felt a little guilty, as his wallet was indeed empty. "It's a rare day for me to rest, so I bought some more because the child was happy."
Zhulan pointed at the gift box on the table and asked, "Did you buy a few extra?"
Zhou Shuren felt even less confident and breathless, "There won't be a next time."
Zhu Lan snorted, "Your bottom line for your son is really getting lower and lower, Zhou Shuren, I think I should manage your purse."
Zhou Shuren, "... ... Wife, daughter-in-law, I don't think you can do this to me."
Zhulan sneered, "Haha."
Zhou Shuren bowed his head. Zhulan already remembered the last time he took his son to slack off. This time, Zhulan was really angry. Her eyes drifted towards the gift box. It seemed that it was indeed too much!
Mrs. Dong came to eat lunch with her daughter in her arms, and saw only her mother-in-law and sister-in-law. "Mom, aren't Dad and my little brother back yet?"
Zhulan was angry. "They have already eaten in the teahouse. Don't worry about them."
Mrs. Dong rarely saw her mother-in-law angry, but today she didn't hide it. She was quite curious about how her father-in-law made her mother-in-law angry. It was really rare to see.
Xue Han knew what had happened, and she firmly stood on her mother's side. Her mother really had to control her father.
In the afternoon, at the gate of the Hanlin Academy, Chang Lian and Rong Chuan got on the carriage back home. Chang Lian saw Rong Chuan lift the carriage curtain and look back, "What's wrong with you?"
Rongchuan lowered the car curtain and said, "I just felt someone staring at me. It might be my illusion."
Chang Lian also lifted the curtain, "There's nothing here, only the carriage behind me."
Rong Chuan pressed his brows and said, "Maybe I'm too tired today."
In the carriage at the back, Ning Hui just wanted to take another look at Rong Chuan. He didn't see him clearly last time, so he peeked at him at the gate of the Hanlin Academy. In order to make it look more natural, he calculated the time when he passed by.
But I didn't expect Rongchuan to be so perceptive. He just stared at him for a few more seconds and the child sensed it. But, he really is like an elder brother.
Chang Lian and Rong Chuan returned home. During the meal, Chang Lian felt something was wrong. Not only did his father look listless, he also kept picking up food for his mother. This time he didn't feel choked, but felt that his father seemed to be punished by his mother!
Chang Lian finally made it through dinner, and when he returned to the courtyard he asked his wife, "How did Dad offend Mom?"
Mrs. Dong also heard what Xue Han said, and told her what her father-in-law did, "You can't blame mother for being angry."
Chang Lian was speechless. He knew that his father had a lot of money in his pocket. He then covered his chest and said, "My father has never bought me any gifts since I was a child."
Mrs. Dong, "That's not right, your father-in-law bought it for you."
Chang Lian: "... I mean I bought it separately."
Dong, “… .”
So, my husband is jealous!