Chapter 107 Soup in person

Hao Ling looked at Ding's page with faint eyes, including inquiry, persistence and care.

The world thinks that famous families enjoy happiness, but they don't know that the more big families are, the more dark places there are, and the more places there are intrigues. Throughout Taihe County, because his father doesn't have many concubines and children, it's good in this respect.

Ding Page looked at the man in front of him in a stare. All the thoughts flashed through his mind, and there was only one sentence left.

She smiled like a spring flower, in which her self-confidence was self-evident. She took his hand back and said in a low voice, "As long as you support me, there is nothing wrong."

A simple sentence forms a tacit understanding between the two people. There are some words that don't need to be said too clearly, just understand.

There was a deep sound of footsteps outside, and only the little tiger said, "Mr. Guest, please inside."

Ding Niaozi quickly let go of Hao Ling's hand, and his cheeks turned red. He stood up and lowered his head and said in embarrassment, "If there is a guest, I'll go out first. If you want to eat another bowl, I'll serve it for you."

Hao Ling shook her head, stood up and whispered, "No, come again next time. I have to go around the shop today. I'm afraid it's too late."

After saying that, Hao Ling did not entangle and strode out directly, just meeting the guest who wanted to come in to eat tofu pudding at the door. Fortunately, no one else cared about it. They just thought it was the guests who had eaten well and went out.

Ding Page hurriedly collected the bowl on the table, wiped the table, and greeted the guests who had just come in with a smile, "Sit here, please."

Perhaps because of Hao Ling's words as a guarantee, he was sure that Hao Fu's marriage proposal was in the past few days, Ding's heart also slowly relaxed.

For Hao Ling, from the initial bad impression to the current firm trust, the mental process is not complicated, but it gives Ding Page a different emotional understanding. Maybe God is doomed, or maybe she deceives herself. Anyway, she just believes him, believes everything he says, and believes that he will support her no matter what happens in the future and will stand on her side.

Throughout the afternoon, Ding Page had a warm smile on his face and politely greeted every guest. Maybe because the smile on her face was too bright, the business this afternoon was better than usual, and the three buckets of tofu flowers were sold out early.

Ding Xiaohu happily packed up the bucket basin and whispered to Ding's page with a smile, "Sister, although I've been laughing stupidly all afternoon, it seems that everyone likes it very much, and even the business has been done a lot better."

Ding Xiaozi threw him an eye knife and deliberately said maliciously, "Xiaohu, who do you think is stupid?"

Xiaohu smiled and said proudly, "Whoever should say it is."

Ding Xiaozi slapped his head and snorted angrily, "Bad boy, your wings are hard. Now you dare to joke with your sister."

Ding Xiaohu rubbed the painful place and looked at Ding's page with an aggrieved face, "Sister, I didn't say anything about you. What are you excited about?"

"Hey... You don't cry without the coffin, so who do you think you just said?" Ding's page was very happy.

Ding Xiaohu held his head and said, "I told you the way."

Ding Yizi laughed and knew that the boy didn't dare to fight with her, that is, he made a childish scene, which was harmless.

Throughout the afternoon, Shen Yan squatted in the kitchen and carefully looked at a pot of ginseng chicken soup stewed in the stove in front of her, which she specially prepared for Hao Ling.

Dongmei looked at Shen Yan and looked at the stove at noon. She advised with some heartache, "Miss, just stew this chicken soup. You can go back and have a rest first. I will watch it for you."

Shen Yan shook her head stubbornly, "It's okay. I'll just watch it myself."

Dongmei has been with Shen Yan for many years and also knows her temper. Although she is usually easy to talk to, once she is stubborn, her temper can't be pulled back by ten cows, and she is very stubborn. She persuaded Shen Yan three times, and when she saw that she ignored her, she gave up.

A pot of chicken soup is stewed over low heat. When it is stewed at night, the whole chicken has been stewed, the essence of the fragrance in the bone and meat has been stewed into the soup, and the nutrition and essence of ginseng have also entered the meat.

Shen Yan looked at the fragrant chicken soup in the pot with satisfaction. Thinking of her plan for tonight, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and a blush of shame appeared on her cheeks, but she was praying secretly in her heart. I hope everything goes well.

In the evening, Hao Fu's family usually gathered together for dinner. Shen Yan obediently sat next to Hao Lingwei. Except for looking at Hao Ling when she first entered the door, there was nothing to do.

After dinner, go back to each room and find each other.

Shen Yan went back to the small kitchen again. Looking at the still warm chicken soup on the stove, she asked Dongmei to give a bowl to Hao Lingwei. Seeing that Dongmei came out of the door of the small kitchen, she quickly filled a bowl, took out the small paper bag that Aunt Shen gave her this morning, and poured all the powder into the soup.

Stirring evenly, Shen Yan's eyes looked at the bowl of soup complicatedly.

Although this method is indegenuous, if it can help her get what she wants, she also admits it.

gritting her teeth, Shen Yan stood up resolutely, put the bowl of chicken soup on the tea plate, and took it to Hao Ling's yard in person.

At this time, Dongmei had just sent the chicken soup to Hao Lingwei and was about to go back. Dai He grabbed her and said with a smile, "Sister Dongmei, I've always heard that your female red is very good. I'm just about to embroider a purse. I don't know if Sister Dongmei can take a look at it for me?"

Dai He is Hao Lingwei's personal maid. She has something to ask Dongmei. How can Dongmei refuse? In addition, she has nothing else to do now, and it's okay to have a look, so she answered Dai He and taught her how to embroider the purse.

Shen Yan staggered to the East Courtyard step by step. She kept walking, but her pace was getting slower and slower. At least she is a daughter's family. Although she really wants to marry Hao Ling, it is really humiliating for her to use this impassive method.

The face of the tofu seller suddenly came to my mind. Thinking of her sloppy appearance of cutting tofu with rough hands and feet, a strange feeling appeared in Shen Yan's heart. She really doesn't understand. What's better about that woman than her? Why would Hao Ling rather marry that woman than her?

Hatred and unconvinced entangled, she gritted her teeth and resolutely stepped into the East Courtyard.

Anxin is not here, and the other servants in the east courtyard don't know where they have gone. Only a lamp is still on in the study.

Shen Yan secretly thought that what her aunt said was true, and everyone had been sent away by her idea. Shen Yan felt a lot of pressure. If she couldn't do it today, she would really be sorry for her aunt's so many thoughts.

When she walked to the study, she reached out and knocked on the door of the study, and the longing voice came from the room.

"Come in."

A trace of sweetness appeared in her heart. She opened the door lightly and stepped forward. The person behind the case still buried himself and looked at the account book, and he didn't find that the person who came was her at all.

"Young master, it's getting late. I just stewed a pot of chicken soup and sent you some to taste." Shen Yan said delicately.

Hao Ling suddenly looked up and was shocked to find that Shen Yan didn't know when he came to his study.

"When did you come here?" Hao Ling frowned slightly, and there was a little dissatisfaction in his tone.

What kind of ** person Shen Yan is, how can she not hear what Hao Ling means? Her eyes turned red. She bit her lower lip and tried to tell herself in her heart that as long as what happened tonight and she became his wife, he would never speak to her in this tone again.

He put the tea plate on the small square table in the study and picked up the bowl of chicken soup. Shen Yan walked slowly to Hao Ling and put the chicken soup on the desk. He looked at him softly and said softly, "Drink it earlier while the soup is still hot."

Hao Lingshua was dissatisfied with Shen Yan's self-righteousness. Did she think that he should drink it when she sent chicken soup? And it's still in such a close tone.

Hao Ling didn't look at the bowl of chicken soup. He looked at the account book in his hand and said indifferently, "Let it go first. I'll drink it later. It's cool at night, so you can go back early to rest, so that Ling Wei will come out to find you later.

Shen Yan said bluntly, "This is the soup I stewed myself. You can drink it now, okay?"

Hao Ling frowned slightly and reiterated, "I want to read the account book now. I have something to do. The chicken soup is there. It's okay. I know what you're thinking."

Shen Yan was still unwilling to move, standing there with her hands twisted, like a wronged child.

Hao Ling gave a soft click, and finally put down the account book in his hand impatiently and looked sideways at Shen Yan, but saw her bowing her head, full of grievances and anguishness.

After all, Hao Ling can't be hard-hearted. Even if he doesn't like Shen Yan, there is no reason to be so shameless to Shen Yan. Anyway, Shen Yan is also the eldest lady of Shen's family, and she was raised like a pearl in her palm, but she has suffered so many grievances for him for so many years.

That's all. It's just a bowl of chicken soup. What can I do after drinking it?

In order to make Shen Yan go back early and disappear in front of his eyes earlier, Hao Ling had to pick up the chicken soup and drank the clear soup, but he didn't eat any chicken. Putting down the soup bowl, Hao Ling said again, "Can you go back to rest now?"

Shen Yan looked up at Hao Ling in surprise. There seemed to be a divine light in her eyes. Unexpectedly, she looked at Hao Ling in a trance.

"How does my stewed chicken soup taste?" Shen Yan asked softly.

"It's not bad," Hao Ling praised his face very much, squeaked his lips, and said, "But..."

Shen Yan panicked, looked at Hao Ling nervously, and said secretly: Is it inappropriate for Hao Ling to taste it?

Hao Ling glanced at Shen Yan faintly and whispered, "I'm afraid it's time to stew for too long. Although the soup is fragrant, it's a little turbid."

Shen Yan couldn't help laughing and patted her heart to comfort the little heart that had just been scared.

"If you like it, I'll pay attention to it next time I stew it."