Chapter 434 Zhao Rong: Everyday a scumbag's current tricks
Inside Xia Chong Zhai, next to the table.
Fan Yushu held his friend's hand firmly with a serious expression, "Tzuyu, the education I received since childhood does not allow me to waste food."
Zhao Rong smiled, "Then eat them all."
He calmly brushed Fan Yushu's hand away and turned around, "Next, Qian'er, give me the bowl."
Damn it, heartless. Fan Yushu grimaced.
On the side, Xiao Qian'er had already put down the pitch-black wine bottle. At this moment, when no one was paying attention, she secretly took a bite of vegetables and ate it. She took a cute sip and narrowed her eyes happily.
Seeing Zhao Rong's look, she quickly put away her chopsticks.
"Oh~"
Zhao Qian'er handed over the bowl, raised her hand and called out in a familiar voice, "Let's eat!"
She rubbed the chopsticks twice with her little hands, and then habitually put the thin ends of the chopsticks into her mouth. She bit the two chopsticks with her silver teeth and looked longingly at Zhao Rong who was cooking.
Zhao Rong filled Xiao Qian'er's bowl and glanced at Fan Yushu.
"Xuexue is not as good as my Qian'er."
Fan Yushu: “··········”
Is this the biggest meal in your family?
Everyone around the table couldn't help laughing.
After teasing his friend, Zhao Rong moved his eyes as if nothing had happened and glanced at Niangzi and Xiaoxiao, only to see them chatting and laughing again.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, Zhao Lingfei had already handed out the bowls and chopsticks, and Zhao Rong had also served most of the dinner for everyone at the table, leaving only Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao.
The two of them were waiting at the end of the queue, chatting without being in a hurry.
Zhao Rong reached out to them and asked for the bowl with a smile.
Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao stopped talking.
The former turned to look at him.
The latter did not go to see Zhao Rong.
Su Xiaoxiao held her chopsticks and stood up with the bowl in hand, intending to serve herself some rice.
Give it to Zhao Lingfei and don't compete with her.
However, Zhao Rong took a look at the big hand and "took over" the job from her without saying a word.
"Miss Su, let me help you serve it."
After he finished speaking, he reached out and took out Zhao Lingfei's bowl and filled the two girls with rice together.
Want to run? No way! Sample.
Zhao Rong was so happy that he shuddered in his heart and subconsciously wanted to glance sideways at a certain stupid little fox demon, just like every time he bullied her and refused to let her run away.
But he held back the next second.
Qingjun is right next to you.
Su Xiaoxiao stood up, lowered her head, looked at her empty white hands, her crystal eyes flashed, and she pursed her pink lips.
At this time, Zhao Lingfei, who was sitting next to her, glanced at her and reached out to pull the little fox demon to sit down again.
Zhao Lingfei smiled and shook her head, "Let him come."
"oh."
Zhao Rong prepared rice for Qingjun in a familiar manner, and then picked up Su Xiaoxiao's bowl.
He stopped his hands and lowered his eyes.
"Miss Su, do you have a big appetite?"
Like Qingjun Qian'er, she has a small appetite, but he doesn't know that Zhao Rong taught her many human customs on the way to Duyou, including the correct posture of holding a bowl for eating and holding chopsticks.
Before this, the little fox demon who just ran down from the mountain would lick his paws after eating sweet and sour pork ribs... lick his fingers and then lick the plate. He would often be burned to the point of crying and looking aggrieved.
Hold him.
Who knows how embarrassing it would be for Zhao Rong and Liu Sanbian to take her to the Market Inn for dinner. So along the way, Zhao Rong not only taught a certain little fox demon how to do needlework, but also gave her some training in needlework.
Aren’t your fingers nimble? They make it easier to pinch chopsticks. Practice from thick to thin.
It's all the same, step by step, from shallower to deeper... At this time, Zhao Rong thought to himself.
Su Xiaoxiao never imagined that someone was summarizing education with a sense of accomplishment.
She looked up at Zhao Rong, who was smiling with his eyes downcast, and said seriously:
"Well, I can't eat too much."
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, "How can this be done?"
After a pause, he glanced at Su Xiaoxiao and shook his head:
"Miss Su, I see that you are thin and frail, and you look a bit like Qian'er. Then you should eat more. How can you save food?
"Who said that a woman must be petite and slim to be beautiful? There are thousands of kinds of beauty, white and fat, but also very cute. Well, I tell Qian'er like this every time..."
Saying this, Zhao Rong did not pause, holding Su Xiaoxiao's bowl, scooping a few ladles of rice into the bowl, then pressing it a few times with a rice spoon, and then continued to put it in until it was the same as Xiao Qian'er's.
.
A bowl full of it.
Su Xiaoxiao really wants to say that she doesn't want to give birth to a fat baby for someone anymore. She just likes to be thinner and slimmer, so she doesn't eat more of your rice...
But with that woman by his side, it was very much like coquettish words, so the little fox demon couldn't say it out loud.
At this time, everyone was politely waiting for a secretly happy young Confucian scholar to finish serving the last two bowls of rice to Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao before they started eating together.
Of course, a certain greedy girl with peach-blossom eyes had already secretly picked up the food, but everyone pretended not to notice and at most smiled kindly in return.
The atmosphere at the table fell into a brief silence before the meal.
Only not far away, after shopkeeper Zhao and Bing Niang finished lighting the oil lamps, the sound of the wooden benches being placed was softly heard in the hall.
Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao, who were waiting for their bowls next to Zhao Rong, held chopsticks and didn't talk much or look at each other.
Su Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes and glanced at the wooden chopsticks with square edges.
She spread one palm flat, placed two chopsticks in it, covered it with the other small hand, put her palms together in front of her chest, and rubbed the chopsticks.
This action is like rubbing the chopsticks when washing dishes.
Su Xiaoxiao was bored at the moment and did this action subconsciously. But in the next second, she was so sensitive that she suddenly felt that the originally silent atmosphere around her seemed to be...a bit dead in an instant.
Su Xiaoxiao looked up in confusion, and in an instant she met Zhao Lingfei's eyes that were looking up almost at the same time as hers.
What the little fox demon also saw was... Zhao Lingfei's two bare hands gently rubbing chopsticks on her breasts.
She was stunned.
Other people in the lobby looked very strange.
Because Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao, a few breaths ago, were rubbing their chopsticks with their heads down in front of them almost at the same time. At this time, the two women also looked up and saw each other... and they were doing the same chopsticks rubbing motion on their hands.
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
Zhao Lingfei: "..."
The two women's eyes fell on each other's hands and chopsticks.
Suddenly, the atmosphere around the table was extremely strange.
Zhao Rong was happily serving rice to the two ladies at the same time. He was about to hand over the bowls and said with a smile:
"Madam, Miss Su, dinner is ready, what are you doing..."
Holding a bowl in one hand, he just raised his eyes and saw this scene. He was stunned for a moment, "... rub... rub the chopsticks."
Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao were looking at each other blankly. When they heard this, the two women slowly turned their heads to look at someone.
“…”
Zhao Rong suddenly trembled and his right eyelid twitched.
A big word "danger" above the head!
But before he could react quickly and adapt to changes, one of the two women reacted first.
Zhao Lingfei just glanced at her husband who was stunned and called softly, and then turned back. She lowered her eyes and stared at Su Xiaoxiao's two hands in the air, and the chopsticks stuck in the palms of her hands as if they had stopped rubbing.
The woman with autumn eyes pursed her red lips, gently put down the chopsticks in her hand, and then said seriously to the little fox demon with slightly opened eyes in front of her:
"Miss Su, you...the fox tribe in your mountains also have this kind of habit before meals?"
Su Xiaoxiao said, "Ah...ah..."
Zhao Lingfei frowned slightly and turned to look at Xiao Qian'er, who had stopped eating. The latter was also slightly stunned.
The little girl Qian'er had a piece of braised pork in her mouth and had to swallow it quickly. There was a little grease on the corners of her lips. She puffed out her cheeks and said "hmm" in confusion:
"Miss... Su, this pre-meal habit was taught by a close elder of the young lady and I. It seems to be a custom in her hometown."
Zhao Lingfei lowered her eyes and pursed her red lips softly.
Some images flashed through her mind... When she was a child, at a sumptuous dining table in the Duke's Palace, the gentle and kind middle-aged woman served three hungry children the food, and then took her, Rong'er brother and
Qian'er rubbed her chopsticks together and called out "dinner" with a smile. The gentle woman looked at the noisy three people with gentle eyes, rubbing the head of the big boy next to her from time to time, and picking up food for him and them...
…
At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao put her little hands behind her back and twitched the ground with one toe under the table.
She bit her pink lips, panicked in her heart, and stammered: "Uh-huh, isn't it..."
Zhao Qian'er tilted her head, glanced at the silent young lady, and then... then at the calm Brother Rong'er.
Then she turned back, her Linghui peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and she continued to look at the fox girl named Su Xiaoxiao on behalf of the two of them, and nodded:
"Yes, that close elder...has been gone for a long time."
There was a pause in his words.
"Um, who taught you this?"
In the quiet hall, Zhao Qianer tilted her head and smiled.
The hand of a young Confucian scholar holding the rice bowl shook.