[029] Sister Lin, let's practice swords together
Jia Chen smiled indifferently:
"Don't doubt the employer, no doubt the doubter, I can trust you."
A warm current surged in Qingwen's chest, and the original dissatisfaction in her heart dissipated a little.
At the beginning, Qingwen felt a little uncomfortable when she saw Jia Chen's residence so shabby.
Human nature seeks profit and avoids harm. Qingwen also wants to climb up and marry the master of Rong Mansion and enjoy wealth and glory, but she did not expect that the old lady actually gave her to a child in a sideline.
This made her feel disappointed, depressed, and a little resentful.
But Jia Chen trusted her so much that Qingwen felt much better.
Seeing her in a daze, Jia Chen asked, "Can you cook?"
Qingwen nodded and said, "Yes."
Jia Chen smiled and said, "Then you can steam a pot of tofu skin buns you like."
Qingwen asked in surprise:
"Uncle Chen, how do you know that I like eating this kind of bun?"
Of course, Jia Chen couldn't say it, because I've read the original work, so I had to say perfunctorily:
"I know that your hometown is in Gusu, Jiangnan, and tofu and skin buns are famous snacks in Gusu, so I guess you should like to eat them."
In fact, Qingwen was born into a family of poets and officials, and to be precise, a family of weaving in Suzhou, so she is literate and has superb skills in female red.
Qingwen has the style of a lady, she is relatively lazy and loves to use it. All of this comes from her former lady identity, and her nobleness is revealed in her bones.
After hearing this, Qingwen's heart was warm.
Unexpectedly, this Uncle Chen was so caring and considerate of himself.
The dissatisfaction in my heart has dissipated.
Qingwen smiled softly and said:
"Uncle Chen is intent, so I'll make tofu skin buns now. This is my specialty and will definitely satisfy Uncle Chen."
Jia Chen smiled and said:
"You don't call me Mr. Chen, you call me old. I'm only more than three months older than you. Just call me Brother Chen."
"Okay, Brother Chen!" Qingwen responded sweetly, her eyebrows and eyes curled, and her smile was graceful.
After making the tofu skin buns, Jia Chen picked two and put them in the food box, picked up another copper teapot and said with a smile:
"You eat first, I'll go out."
Jia Chen was going to deliver food to Lin Daiyu. In fact, there was no need to hide it from Qingwen, but it would be useless to tell her now. She doesn't know how to do it and can't overturn the wall to deliver food to Lin Daiyu on behalf of herself.
When he climbed over the wall to see Lin Daiyu, Jia Chen took out the tofu skin bun, handed it to her, and said with a smile:
"This is made by Qingwen, eat it while it's hot."
Lin Daiyu was slightly stunned, and a little melancholy and sadness appeared in her eyes.
Jia Chen was considerate and noticed the faint sorrow between Lin Daiyu's eyebrows and asked in a warm voice:
"My sister Lin, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Daiyu sighed sadly:
"I really envy Qingwen for being able to spend time with Brother Chen."
Jia Chen smiled and comforted: "You are a young lady, why should you envy a maid? It should be Qingwen who envies you."
Lin Daiyu expressed sincerely:
"If I could be with Brother Chen, even if I asked Qingwen and I to exchange identities, I would be willing."
Jia Chen shivered and almost got goosebumps. He felt that these love words were a bit too numb.
Of course, he knew that Lin Daiyu was still young and should not be familiar with men and women. Now her feelings for her are just attachment and trust in her childhood playmates.
Looking at Lin Daiyu's watery fox eyes and her shiny red lips, Jia Chen was a little distracted, worried that he could not control himself, so he pouted and kissed him.
Taking a deep breath to suppress the restlessness in your body, Jia Chen changed the subject and said with a smile:
"I will teach you the Wudang Seven-Star Sword. After you learn it, you can not only protect yourself, but also strengthen your body."
Lin Daiyu asked back with some hesitation:
"But I am a girl's house, how can it be to dance with swords and guns?"
Jia Chen comforted:
"Who said that women cannot practice martial arts? The Tang Dynasty had Fan Lihua commanded the Xiliang, and the Song Dynasty had Liang Hongyu beat the drum to retreat Jin soldiers. Throughout history, there have been endless female heroes who are as good as men. You don't have to learn from them to fight on the battlefield, but you can practice martial arts and strengthen your body."
Lin Daiyu's heart moved and she smiled:
"I am often tired and weak, and have weak Qi and blood. If practicing martial arts can strengthen my body, it may relieve my symptoms."
Jia Chen nodded slightly and said:
"Your weakness is indeed related to not exercising for many years. Practicing martial arts can help you to strengthen your muscles and bones and strengthen your body. When you finish eating tofu skin buns, I will start teaching you!"
Lin Daiyu's spirit was excited. She also wanted to cure her illness. She just saw many doctors but failed to cure it.
If Brother Chen teaches himself that martial arts and swords can cure stubborn diseases, that would be a great fortune.
Thinking of this, Lin Daiyu changed her previous reserve and implicitness and ate two tofu skin buns, but almost choked to death.
Jia Chen thoughtfully opened the kettle and fed her a few sips of water before he could breathe.
After eating and drinking, Jia Chen broke two branches as swords and handed one of them to Lin Daiyu.
The afterglow of the sunset is reflected by the waves, and the shadows of the clouds are left and the water is still lush.
Bathed in the golden sunset, Jia Chen began to teach Lin Daiyu one by one.
What surprised Jia Chen was that Lin Daiyu had a very high understanding and learned the first ten moves of the Wudang Seven-Star Sword in less than an hour.
Seeing the dusk, the moon was on the willows. In order to prevent the suspicion of Chunxian and Zijuan, Jia Chen had to urge Lin Daiyu to go back and continue to teach her swordsmanship tomorrow night.
After saying goodbye reluctantly, Lin Daiyu passed through the shadows of flowers under the moon and the refreshing fragrance of flowers, and the shears surged and gradually moved away.
It was not until her small figure disappeared into the hazy night that Jia Chen climbed over the wall and left and returned home.
Jia Chen pushed open the yard door and saw Qingwen sitting next to the candlelight, holding her chin with both hands, and waiting for herself to come back.
The swaying candlelight illuminates her beautiful face to the point of being light and dark, adding a hazy beauty like watching flowers in the fog.
Jia Chen smiled and said:
"If you are sleepy, you can go and rest first, don't wait for me."
Qingwen said wisely:
"Brother Chen is saying what you are the master, and I am the maid. How can you make the maid sleep before the master?"
Jia Chen sighed inwardly, Qingwen was indeed straightforward, clever and melodious, speaking like setting off firecrackers, crisp and pleasant.
"Okay, I allow you to go to bed tonight. I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes." Jia Chen smiled helplessly, feeling that Qingwen's charcoal-like temper had already taken shape, and she had to train her carefully in the future.
Qingwen bit her lips and hesitated for a moment, muttering hesitantly:
"Brother Chen, I will serve you to take a shower."
Jia Chen was slightly stunned and smiled awkwardly: "Why are you so embarrassed? I'll do it myself."
Qingwen argued with a red face:
"This is what Sister Yuanyang taught me. Don't be careful about me being young, I have been with the old lady for two years. Every time the old lady takes a bath, there are several maids serving her."
After hearing this, Jia Chen suddenly felt a little sorry for this girl. How old is this child, he is going to serve his master in a humble manner.
Qingwen continued to speak:
"Brother Chen is kind to me. That is the grace of the master. But as a servant, I cannot be arrogant and ungrateful. I will not be ruthless. Let me serve you."
Chapter completed!