Why did he come? Chen Wan frowned slightly. He didn't come to her yard for breakfast the day before yesterday. Today it was time to eat, but he hadn't come yet. She thought that he wouldn't come today, but she didn't expect that he would come.

Song Heng didn't care about Qiu Ju and Shen Wan having breakfast together. He walked over and asked, "What should I eat this morning?"

Don’t you see it yourself? Chen Wan replied in her heart and replied in her mouth: “Little fried dough sticks, millet porridge, and small vegetables.”

Looking at the clear congee and side dishes on the table and the fried golden fried dough sticks, Song Heng couldn't help but frown and said, "Why are you eating so vegetarian? What are the people in the kitchen doing?" There was not even a meat dish. The manager of the kitchen took his words as if he was in a blink of an eye!

Chen Wan said: "It's better to eat lighter in the morning. These are all made in the small kitchen in the yard, regardless of the big kitchen."

Song Heng didn't know that she had opened a small kitchen. He thought that the people in the kitchen despise her and prepared such a simple breakfast for her!

"You opened a kitchen?" Song Heng asked.

Chen Wan nodded and said, "I can't get used to the dishes made in the big kitchen, so I opened a small kitchen and asked Qiuju to make them for me. Sister Qingxue also increased the monthly rate for me!"

She had to say more about Lin Qingxue's goodness in front of Song Heng. In this way, the more he liked Lin Qingxue, she would be better off in the future.

Sister Qingxue? Song Heng felt a little uncomfortable when she heard her cry so intimately. In the past, she was very disgusted with Qingxue. Did she really let her see through it after having amnesia? She didn't mind at all, Qingxue, a normal wife.

He sat on the stone bench, looked at Qiuju and said, "Qiuju brings me a bowl of porridge and brings a pair of chopsticks!"

"Yes," Qiuju responded, took down her bowls and chopsticks, and took them to the kitchen.

After a while, Qiuju walked over with a bowl of millet porridge and a pair of chopsticks, and placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of Song Heng.

Song Heng picked up the chopsticks and picked up a fried dough stick. The fried dough sticks were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside and fryed it so delicious. It was just right with this millet porridge.

After eating this simple breakfast, Song Heng couldn't help but remembered that he used to be in the countryside. At that time, life was not rich and he couldn't afford to eat fried dough sticks because they were too oily. Every day, there were simple corn buns, a bowl of porridge and a plate of pickles, and the rice in his bowl was always more than in his wife's bowl.

While eating breakfast, Song Heng was nostalgic about the past, and his heart felt full of guilt.

After breakfast, Song Heng took a few soldiers to the camp. Chen Wan made clothes with Qiuju in the house. Chen Wan drew the clothes on rice paper and asked Qiuju to help make them.

Because when "Chen Wan" used to make clothes, she would draw a style first, so Qiu Ju didn't find it strange.

The "Chen Wan" girl was very good in the past. Her mother-in-law and husband and two children's clothes were basically done by her, and she also made it one by one.

But now Chen Wan, who has changed her core, is not a woman's red at all. She is the kind that she can't repair even if her clothes are torn. Even if she can sew two stitches, the sewn areas are completely unavailable.

Qiuju is a skillful person, but in just one day, she made a piece of clothes. Looking at her new clothes, Chen Wan was very satisfied. She could finally say goodbye to the dark and rustic clothes in the cabinet.

For several consecutive days, Song Heng stayed in Qiushiyuan. Chen Wan was upset, while Lin Qingxue was anxious.

Moreover, every morning, Song Heng also had dinner in Qiushiyuan. Lin Qingxue sent girls to intercept Hu many times, but they all ended in failure.

Therefore, Lin Qingxue could only meet Song Heng during dinner.

In Fuyun Pavilion, Lin Qingxue sat in the pavilion in the garden, gritting her teeth and twisting the handkerchief in her hand.

She heard from the old lady that the old lady told her husband that she had asked him to come to her house to spend the night. But it had been ten days since then, and her husband had not even taken a step to her courtyard. She asked the maid to invite him to Fuyun Pavilion for breakfast, but he directly refused, saying that he wanted to go to Qiushi Garden for breakfast.

What method did that damn country woman use? She actually asked her husband to accompany her for breakfast every day and stay in her room every night.

Lin Qingxue couldn't figure it out, nor did she not understand it. She knew that she could not wait any longer. Although she was in charge of the central gifts and the servants of the general's mansion followed her instructions, but if she did not have the favor of her husband, what's the use of those rights?

"Little Madam, the eldest lady is here to see you." The maid's dewdrop's voice sounded behind her.

A gleam flashed in her eyes, and suddenly she thought about it. She pinched her thighs hard, and tears came out of pain in an instant. She shrugged her shoulders, raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the silk scutches in her hand.

Song Ziyu, who was standing next to the dewdrop, saw that the second mother, who was facing her back seemed to be wiping her tears, so she hurriedly walked over.

"Er Niang, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Qingxue lowered her head and shook her head, and said in a crying voice: "No, it's okay."

"Er Mother, you are crying!" Song Ziyu squatted down and saw Lin Qingxue's red eyes and tears in her eyes.
Chapter completed!