Then he seemed to have thought of something, and he silently took out the two Jiutianhangong flowers picked from the top of the mountain, lowered his head and stared at...

Zhao Rong quickly came to his senses and did not stay in the bathroom for too long. After washing himself, he left the tub.

He put on his clothes, tidied up, left the bathroom, stood in the yard to catch the wind, took a deep breath, and then went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Qingjun and Xiao Qian'er were both there. The two girls were busy and chatting at the same time. After he came in, their voices stopped slightly, and then Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er did not look back, and continued to do the things at hand with their heads down.

His face remained normal and the chat continued.

Tonight’s dinner includes many of someone’s favorite dishes, but now, it’s the fourth time they’ve cooked it.

But, it doesn't matter.

Zhao Rong stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the familiar backs of the two girls, one tall and one short. He silently rolled up his sleeves, walked forward, joined them, and helped them.

Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er didn't have much unexpected reaction, and silently made way for him to join.

So the family of three got busy in this small country kitchen.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and fucked for a while, and at a certain moment he also smiled and spoke up, interrupting their conversation at the right time.

The three of them chatted as usual, chatting about interesting things. Occasionally they would talk about someone's scandal, and there would be some tacit smiles on the corners of their mouths.

The three of them were chatting, cooking hot dishes, washing dishes and passing plates, preparing rice and taking out chopsticks...

Not long after, the meal was ready.

Division of work among three people.

Zhao Rong served the dishes to the table.

Zhao Lingfei went to carry a bowl and prepare rice.

Xiao Qianer carefully selected a few pairs of chopsticks to wash...

After a while, the dining table was filled.

The dining table was a square table, placed in the main room. The candlelight in the room was not bright, and it was dim and orange, but Zhao Rong felt a little extra warm. The howling autumn wind and the dark night were all shut behind the door.

Outside, the small house is quiet and warm, like a haven from the wind.

Zhao Rong retracted his gaze towards the paper window. He, Zhao Lingfei, and Xiao Qianer sat down at the table. Together they habitually put their palms together and rubbed a pair of chopsticks, making a clattering sound...

He felt extremely friendly.

After a busy day, it’s finally time to have dinner.

Zhao Rong silently picked up the bowls and chopsticks and was about to start eating. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of something superfluous on the table.

It's an extra set of bowls and chopsticks, quietly placed on an extra spot on this square table.

There are three people in the house and four sets of dishes and chopsticks.

He was slightly stunned.

…

(PS: I suddenly had inspiration last night. I didn’t write the main text. I ran to write a 5,000-word side story. I couldn’t stop it as soon as I started writing it. It’s about Xiao Qian’er and Su Qingdai. Well, that’s it.

Back to the detailed extra story about Zhao Rong's "preaching, teaching, and solving doubts" to the two girls in the study.

A desk, two students, Mr. Zhao taught a lot of knowledge. Confident face.
Chapter completed!