Later in Japan, there was a saying of "East and West Pufferfish". Everyone knows the deliciousness of pufferfish. Since it can be as famous as pufferfish, it must be delicious.

Feng Qing looked at Fang Zheng with a gaze, "My husband, try it."

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, then smiled, and nodded affirmatively, "It's delicious."

This is not to coax Feng Qing, it is really delicious.

After his eyes turned into crescent moons, Feng Qing then picked up his bowl and said with a smile: "If you taste delicious, eat more."

"My wife also eat it." Fang Zheng picked up a piece of fish and sent it to Feng Qing's mouth.

Since the shopkeeper brought the fish up, the diners in the lobby glanced at the two of them from time to time. Naturally, those people saw Fang Zheng's actions, and someone tickled, obviously they couldn't stand what Fang Zheng did.

I am used to being intimate with my wife, and Fang Zheng doesn't care about other people's opinions.

Feng Qing doesn't care even more about the people who have died once, anyway, everything is there.

After half an hour of the meal, the two of them had enough food and drink. Feng chuckled and said, "Let's come again next time and I'll give my husband some more fish."

This time Fang Zheng disagreed, "My wife, if you eat this rare food occasionally, you will definitely lose your taste. If you eat it often, it will not be delicious. There are so many foods in this world, and I want to taste some other food with my wife."

"Everyone listens to my husband."

I listen to Fang Zheng when eating, so I naturally listen to Fang Zheng when buying a birthday gift for Feng Chong.

This time, Fang Zheng did not listen to Fang Jiang's words, but bought cooked Xuan and mineral pigments himself, so he took Feng Qing home.

"Sanlang, didn't I ask you to buy some snacks and meat? Why are you back empty-handed?" Looking at the two people entering the door, Fang Jiang frowned, "Don't be willful, we have to give your wife a face."

Even if you can't afford good things, it's better than empty-handed.

Fang Jiang wiped his hands, "It's getting late, and I don't know if the butcher Zhang's house has any meat. You two, hurry up and I'll go to the butcher Zhang's house to take a look."

"Mom, no need, my husband will be ready soon." Feng Qing pulled Fang Jiang and refused to let her go out.

"Those who know me are my wife." Fang Zheng smiled.

Fang Jiang was confused and couldn't understand Fang Zheng's words, "What are you saying? He came back empty-handed, what else can he prepare?"

"Mom, don't worry about this. My wife and I want to eat the wild vegetable porridge made by my mother for dinner." Fang Zheng and Fang Jiang couldn't understand it, so they simply found something for her to do.

The world is big, and his son's belly is the biggest. Fang Jiang instantly forgot Feng Chong and went to prepare for supper.

The two went back to the room, Fang Zheng washed his hands, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened his eyes, unfolded the rice paper, and began to paint.

Feng Qing sat beside the bed, picked up the needle and thread, and began to embroider the purse.

In the quiet room, there were only two shallow breaths and the unique rustling sound when painting.

The two focused on doing their own things. Time passed quickly, as if in the blink of an eye, Fang Jiang's screams rang out at the window.

"Sanlang, the rice is ready. Come out with your wife and eat it while it's hot." Fang Jiang's craftsmanship is good, and the simple wild vegetable porridge can be cooked with rich and sweetness. Add a plate of pickled vegetables yourself to eat, which is very appetizing, and it will not be too complicated to digest at night.

Feng Qing put down the needle and thread in his hand and moved his neck.

"My husband, how long will it take?" she asked in a low voice.

"Soon." Fang Zheng kept moving his hands, and he said to Feng Qing: "Madam, go and eat first, I'll come later."

Feng Qing did not refute, she walked out of the door lightly, "Mom, my husband is painting, stopping halfway, you eat with them first, I'll wait for my husband."

Fang Zheng didn't like others to disturb him when reading and writing articles. Fang Jiang knew about this, and she didn't persuade him much and nodded, "Okay, I'll put the rice in the stove and warm it up for you. When Sanlang is ready, you can eat it."

"good."

Feng Qing returned to the house, and Fang Zheng was unaware of anything.

By the time he put down his pen, it was already half an hour later.

"Madam?" Fang Zheng moved his wrist and realized something was wrong. He turned his head and saw Feng Qingzheng standing beside him with a lamp on his back.

After not speaking for a long time, Fang Zheng's voice was a little hoarse, but it sounded equally nice. He took the lamp from Feng Qing's hand, placed it beside the table, held Feng Qing's hand, pressed it carefully, looked at the sky, and asked with distress: "My wife has been holding it for a long time, right?"

"Soon." Feng Qing let him knead his wrists for him, but his eyes fell on the painting he had just finished writing. This is a spring boating picture with beautiful scenery and clear water, and the people were even more vivid. Feng Qing praised, "My husband, you painted it so well."

"Just" Feng Qing looked at the signature below and asked strangely: "Who is this Yi Yang?"

Could it be Fang Zheng's words or something?

"I was the master of painting in the previous dynasty." Fang Zheng replied.

Feng Qing looked back and forth on Hua and Fang Zheng's face, and soon understood his intention, "My husband's painting is very good, but this painting is too new."

"Don't worry, madam, if you look at it tomorrow, it will be like a painting that has been passed down for hundreds of years."

Fang Zheng did not continue to explain, he held Feng Qing's hand, "Are you hungry, madam? Let's have dinner first."

My stomach rang out at the right time, and Feng Qing rubbed him, "My husband is hungry, let's go for dinner."

It was already dark outside, and the stars in the sky added a little light to the night, and the two walked towards the kitchen.

The lights in other rooms were turned off, and there was a silence around them. It seemed that the only two of them were left in the whole world. Feng Qing approached Fang Zheng a little closer.

This is not the first time that the two of them have had supper alone. Feng Qing both times felt fresh.

In the kitchen, Fang Jiang left a lamp, and the porridge in the pot was smelling, and there were two boiled eggs next to it. Fang Jiang cooked it for the two of them.

Each person sat opposite each other with a bowl of porridge and an egg.

"Mr., I finally understand what it means to drink warm water." After drinking the porridge, Feng Qing leaned on Fang Zheng's shoulder and said, "I am willing to eat braised vegetables even if I am with my husband."

Although she didn't sneer at the relationship, she thought those words were too exaggerated.

Now that she put it on herself, she realized that some words were justified. With her husband around her, the humble room was full of warmth. It was far less convenient than later generations, and there were no such variety of entertainment activities in the future. But with her husband around her, she would not do anything.

She still felt her heart was filled with stuff.

"Being able to meet my wife is to have enough fate in the past life for her husband." He held the man in his arms and kept stroking her back with his hands up and down. Fang Zheng's eyes were full of friendship, and he said without hesitation that made Feng Qing blush.

Feng Qing rubbed his chest with satisfaction and laughed secretly. My husband was wrong. It must be that she had accumulated enough fate in the future and could marry her husband in this life.

When he was full and drowsy, Fang Zheng carefully picked up the person.

"My husband, I can leave myself." Feng Qing struggled to think about it.

"Don't move, madam." Fang Zheng hugged the person tightly, for fear that she would fall off. "Although my husband has not recovered, it is still easy to hold my wife. I like to hold my wife like this."
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