Just when I was thinking about the warm house banquet, there was a chirping sound outside the house.
Not long after, Aunt Yao came in with someone.
Fearing that there wouldn't be enough food at the greenhouse banquet, Feng Jin specially brought everyone from Suyuanzhai to deliver the ingredients first.
The first thing Feng Jin said when he saw Shen Yue was to praise her appearance, "Miss Ah Yue, I haven't seen you in the past few days, she looks much prettier."
Feng Jin had always had an unreasonable temper, so no one felt anything was wrong with such compliments.
On the contrary, Shen Yue touched her cheek with some guilt. Ever since she and Luo Qingjiu were together, her skin had become more delicate. Why hadn't she noticed that Feng Jin was so sharp-eyed before?
Luo Qingjiu looked at her daughter-in-law, who looked a little awkward, and took Feng Jin and others out without revealing anything.
He had also dealt with Feng Jin and the others several times, and he knew that Feng Jin did not mean any harm in his words.
After settling the patient, he returned to the Free Medical Hall.
Luo Qingjiu took care of all the matters related to the new house, so Shen Yue and Xiao Yang were back long ago.
Xiao Yang went to Luo Mu's side, while Shen Yue was sitting next to the charcoal pot and warming herself over the fire.
"But you were freezing when you came back?" Luo Qingjiu walked to Shen Yue and sat down, asking gently.
Shen Yue withdrew her little hands from the fire, rubbed them a few times, and then placed them against Luo Qingjiu's cold face.
"It's not cold. Look how warm my hands are."
Her warm little hands, with a scorching warmth, pressed tightly against Luo Qingjiu's face, as if they were touching the apex of his heart.
But the owner of the little hand didn't know it, and excitedly touched his face and stroked it up and down.
Feng Jin was indeed right. Ah Yue has become much prettier these days. Her skin is fair and delicate, maybe because of the cold. The ends of her eyes are also slightly red, and she just wants to be bullied. Fan.
Suddenly, a slightly burnt smell penetrated into the nose.
"Ah! My roasted sweet potatoes!" Shen Yue only wanted to talk to him, but she forgot about the small sweet potatoes buried under the charcoal basin.
The first time I smelled it, I thought about pulling out the sweet potatoes from under the pot.
The warmth on Luo Qingjiu's face suddenly left, and he frowned in dissatisfaction.
Then he saw Shen Yue reaching out to pull the sweet potato directly under the basin. He immediately strode forward and grabbed his two small hands that were not afraid of being burned.
"The temperature of the charcoal basin is very high, how can you just grab it with your hands?"
If I get burned, is that okay?
Luo Qingjiu's tone was rare and serious.
Shen Yue then belatedly hid her hands behind her back.
She was also anxious for a moment and just wanted to take it out quickly. The sweet potatoes and baked things were still edible...
Looking at the person who was about to cry in front of him, Luo Qingjiu felt a little flustered, and he began to reflect on whether he had been a little too cruel just now.
He pursed his lips, used tongs to take out everything roasted under the charcoal basin, selected the best-looking sweet potato, peeled it, and brought it to Shen Yue under a handkerchief.
The golden and attractive sweet potatoes exude a burst of aroma that can't help but penetrate your nose. The roasting time is just right, and a layer of amber honey oil oozes from the surface of the sweet potatoes.
Shen Yue was so greedy that her mouth almost watered. She blew on the sweet potatoes to cool them down and made sure they were not hot before eating them in small bites.
Seeing Shen Yue eating happily, Luo Qingjiu felt relieved.
Shen Yue ate it deliciously, but she also didn't forget to give one to Luo Qingjiu.
She had just peeled the sweet potatoes and brought them to Luo Qingjiu, gesturing for him to try them too.
Unexpectedly, Luo Qingjiu was not interested at all in front of him and directly snatched the half-eaten sweet potato from Shen Yue.
"!!!" Shen Yue opened her eyes wide and blushed on her cheeks.
Luo Qingjiu's eyes reflected her appearance, her thin lips parted slightly, "Well, it's very sweet."