Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

While Xia Yuan was thinking, a bowl of noodles was handed to him. He raised his head and met Zhao Yuerong's cautious expression. The little girl had just cried, and her shoulders trembled instinctively, so that the soup in the noodles was shaking a little, "Husband, husband, eat noodles."

As she said that, she even secretly swallowed her saliva.

Seeing this, Xia Yuan sighed, pressed his hand against the edge of the bowl and pushed it back twice, "You eat it, let's go to your house together after the meal and explain this matter clearly."

His original intention was to come to talk about this matter and ask for an explanation, but as soon as this was said, Zhao Yuerong's eyes were filled with tears again, and his little nose was twitching and choking, "I, I can work, I can do laundry, and cook."

Me, I can also weave cloth and make clothes.”

"I don't eat much, it's easy to feed."

"Can you please stop driving me back, husband?"

The girl's voice was pleading, and there was an uncontrollable tremor, but even so, she was still trying hard to promote herself and tell her use.

Looking at her expectant and cowardly eyes, how pitiful it is, Xia Yuan didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only say helplessly: "Don't cry, I didn't say I wanted to drive you back, I just wanted to go to your house to ask about this matter clearly."

"But I married you, this is my home."

Hearing this, Xia Yuan felt a headache again. Yes, this era is no better than later generations. Divorce in later generations is normal. Even cheating is no big deal. But this is an era in the Ming Dynasty, a time when marriage is emphasized.

In this era, men are superior to women, and women have no status, and they are completely subordinate to men.

From the moment she married her, her body had her own mark.

Her own home became her home.

Especially in this era, women are the most famous.

So no matter whether you drive her back or take her to your parents' home to question her face.

No matter which one will have an immeasurable impact on her reputation.

Once this happens, she will be ruined in her life.

Looking at the pitiful little girl in front of him who was looking at him, Xia Yuan sighed helplessly.

Now that things have come, can you only pinch your nose and recognize this little girl as your wife?

But she looks like a minor girl, and even if she does nothing, she always feels full of guilt.

And if you think of ten taels of silver, you will lose as much as you want.

"Husband."

It seemed that I noticed that Xia Yuan had loosened.

Zhao Yuerong shouted weakly again.

The sound is small, soft, and it sounds pitiful.

"What are you doing?"

"Can you not drive me away? Hiring, betrothal gift money. I can work hard to return it to you."

Hearing this, Xia Yuan was both angry and funny, "Do you know how much betrothal gift I gave to your family? It's a full ten taels of silver, why are you paying it?"

"I"

Zhao Yuerong opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she fell silent. She originally felt that she could work and earn money to pay off her debts.

But she never expected that the betrothal gift would be a full ten taels of silver.

With so much money, even if you sell yourself, you can't sell it, right?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuerong's tears flowed down again. She said intermittently: "I, I'm sorry, husband, husband, you drive me back, wuwu, I shouldn't have cheated on marriage, I, I'm sorry."

She bit her lower lip tightly and instinctively wanted to suppress her crying, but when she thought of being arrested by the government and beating the board, it was not counted after being beaten, but she was driven out to be a beggar, with no place to live, unable to find food, and then starved to death.

When she thought of this, she felt sad and scared in her heart, and tears flowed down her face in a hurry.

Xia Yuan was completely lost because of the crying look of this little girl Lihua in the rain.

Nothing else, this little loli’s crying look is really pitiful. To put it simply, it is the kind of person who wants to cry but dare not cry. Even if he cries, he still dares to cry too loudly.

I could only keep crying, twitching my little nose, and choking.

"Oh, don't cry, can you? It's me who was cheated and not you. I didn't cry, why are you crying?"

Speaking of this, Xia Yuan saw that she was even more pitiful and sighed, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, don't cry, I won't drive you away, you can stay."

Zhao Yuerong cried and sobbed. When he heard this, he stayed there.

Stay behind.

Can you stay by yourself?

"I, can I really stay?" She opened her eyes wide, feeling a little disbelief, surprise and expectation were intertwined, and her beautiful little face was still covered with tears. She was wearing a red wedding dress and still holding the bowl of noodles in her hand.

Seeing her like this, Xia Yuan rubbed her forehead and said, "Yes, stay."

Then, he looked at the bowl of noodles in Xiao Douding's hand again. He worked hard all day today and didn't eat much.

I'm really hungry now.

Xia Yuan reached out to take the noodles, thought for a while, and then educated with a stern face: "It's okay to stay, but it's wrong for you to do this."

"Yes." Zhao Yuerong responded weakly, but his eyes were bright and filled with unstoppable joy.

"Okay, wipe your tears and eat the bowl of noodles on the table."

Zhao Yuerong turned around and looked at the bowl of noodles on the table. He poured chicken soup inside, and could smell the fragrance clearly.

She was obviously very hungry, but she still secretly swallowed her saliva and shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry, my husband will eat."

"If you are not hungry, why are you swallowing just now? Go and eat it."

"You can keep it for your husband to eat tomorrow morning."

"It's summer now. Can you still eat it tomorrow morning? If it breaks, it will have to be poured out. Go and eat it quickly."

After saying that, Xia Yuan no longer urged him and picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth.

Chicken soup was poured in the noodles, but for a person from later generations, he could only barely get the mouth.

And I don’t know if the noodle making skills in the Ming Dynasty were not exquisite enough or if it was stored for too long, and the noodles were a little bit ill, I always felt that the noodles were not strong enough.

On the first day of his journey, he began to miss the technology and ruthlessness of modern society.

Unfortunately, the Ming Dynasty does not have Hex Technology at this moment.

Zhao Yuerong on the other side still didn't move. She just reached out to wipe her tears, turned around, and looked at Xia Yuan's big stuttering noodles and couldn't help swallowing.

I really want to eat it.

Moreover, the bowl is rare white flour and chicken on it. I can only eat white flour once at home for a long time. As for the meat, I can only taste it during the Chinese New Year.

Seeing that the bowl of noodles in Xia Yuan's hand was about to bottom out, she hesitated for a while before plucking up the courage, and asked in a low voice with a slightly red cheek, "Wait, can I give me the soup when my husband finishes eating?"

"I like drinking soup?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Um."

"But this is what I have left." Xia Yuan looked down at the noodle soup in his bowl, hesitated for a moment, and handed it over, "If you don't dislike it, just take it and drink it."

Zhao Yuerong carefully took the bowl, picked it up and took a sip. The pair of red and swollen eyes lit up for a moment, and then drank the soup in the bowl bit by bit until there was no drop left, and then licked his lips with unfulfilled feelings.

She put the empty bowl back on the table, looked at Xia Yuan again, and whispered: "Thank you, husband, I'm full."

“Is this full?”

"Well, I'm very easy to support."

Hearing this, Xia Yuan looked at the empty bowl and the petite little girl. This little wife is really easy to support, and she can be full with a little soup.

"Gululu"

At this moment, a sudden gurgling sounded.

The room was very quiet, and the protest in my stomach could be heard clearly.

Then, Xia Yuan saw the little girl's cheeks turn red suddenly, and her big eyes flashed a little panic.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly laughed.

Hearing Xia Yuan's laughter, Zhao Yuerong was so embarrassed that she didn't even know where to put her hands and feet. Her slightly rough hands tightly held the corner of her wedding dress, lowering her head, looking like she was doing something wrong.

Seeing her appearance, Xia Yuan suddenly felt that his heart seemed to soften. This child was quite cute.

(End of this chapter)
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