Zheng Jiaxian stayed in prison for seven or eight days, and when he came out again, he lost weight.

When he saw Fang Zheng again, Zheng Jiaxian yelled and rushed towards Fang Zheng. Fortunately, Fang Zheng hid quickly, otherwise he would have been knocked to the ground by him.

"Brother Fang, it's really great to see you again." Zheng Jiaxian almost looked to the ground, and Fang Zheng had no choice but to help but avoid being disfigured.

"Brother Fang, you don't know. I'm worried all day in prison. I can't eat well and sleep well. Look at how thin I'm going to look like. If my parents see me like this, they will definitely feel sorry for me. Brother Fang, wuwu, thank you for your fault, you are my reborn parents!" Zheng Jiaxian patted his chest, looking at Fang Zheng's eyes with light.

In prison these days, the students were frightened. Apart from calling for injustice, they didn't want to say anything else. Zheng Jiaxian was interested in chatting with others to relieve the anxiety in his heart, but no one paid attention to him. During these seven or eight days, except for talking to others every day, they were huddled in the corner alone. If he squatted in prison for a longer time, he would probably not speak.

Therefore, after coming out, when he saw Fang Zheng, he kept talking nonsense as if he was seeing his relatives.

Feng Qing had a little sympathy for Zheng Jiaxian, but when he heard such unreliable words, he couldn't help but smile.

Seeing that Zheng Jiaxian had the intention to pull his husband to continue talking, Feng Qing chuckled and interrupted Zheng Jiaxian's chatter, "Mr. Zheng, Aunt Jin and I have prepared some food. I wonder if it suits your appetite?"

His attention was really diverted. Zheng Jiaxian covered his stomach and sighed again, "Mrs. Fang and Aunt Jin are in love. I like everything you do. These days in prison, except for steamed buns and boiled vegetable leaves, there is nothing next to me. The oil and water in my stomach have been scraped off several layers. Look at me, I am so thin."

After saying that, Zheng Jiaxian patted his stomach hard.

Sure enough, when he slapped hard, the flesh on his stomach stopped shaking.

"Since I'm hungry, wash my hands and eat quickly. The food has been ready long ago. When it's cold, the taste will be worse." Zheng Jiaxian didn't care about being suspicious. He was about to pull Feng Qing again and continued, Fang Zheng blocked his wife and made a cold voice.

Not to mention Fang Zheng's face, even if he cursed him, Zheng Jiaxian felt happy.

This person was really suffocated.

Feng Qing covered her mouth and smiled muffled.

Aunt Jin came back with a pot of wine. When she saw Zheng Jiaxian who had changed a lot, she sighed, "Young Master Zheng turned out to be quite handsome."

Although Zheng Jiaxian, who has lost a little weight, is not as elegant as Fang Zheng, he is also pretty.

"Hehe, hehe, Aunt Jin, I'm really handsome?" No one doesn't like beauty, Zheng Jiaxian was happy, "Then I'll eat less in the future."

Before he could finish his sentence, when he saw the wine pot in Aunt Jin's hand, his eyes lit up and he sucked, "We, do we have some wine today?"

When he was at home, his parents did not allow him to touch the wine. He thought he could take a few sips when he came out, but after he met Fang Zheng, he felt embarrassed to drink in front of Fang Zheng. After so long, he had never touched the wine.

"You are released from prison today. This is a good thing and it is worth a drink." Aunt Jin smiled, "But this is fruit wine, it is not easy to get drunk. You are all students, so it is not advisable to drink too much."

Fruit wine is fruit wine, anyway, it is also filled with the word "wine".

Zheng Jiaxian is also considered to be extremely affectionate. Feng Qing and Aunt Jin thought this person was very interesting, and Feng Qing thought more about it. She knew that Fang Zheng was cold-hearted and needed the most was a friend like Zheng Jiaxian who was thick-skinned and sincere to him.

Thinking that Zheng Jiaxian couldn't eat anything good in prison, the two prepared several dishes.

There are chickens, ducks, fish and chickens.

Aunt Jin bought a rooster or a chicken that has grown for five or six years. This kind of chicken braised rice is the best. The chicken tastes good. Aunt Jin cooks chicken with chestnuts, and the duck is a braised duck bought outside. The fish is huge. Feng Qing thought of the sauerkraut fish from later generations. She and Aunt Jin wandered around the streets and happened to see an old lady selling her pickled cabbage, and then bought bean skins and bamboo shoots. These can be placed in the sauerkraut fish.

Feng Qing used to know nothing about cooking skills, but after he could cook, he recalled many of the dishes he had eaten before, and he could figure out the steps. Even if the taste was worse than that of the chef, he could still taste it.

Especially in the eyes of these ancient people who have never seen it, it is really delicious.

Zheng Jiaxian ate two bowls of rice with sauerkraut fish alone.

As for Fang Zheng—

When he stretched out his chopsticks to the pickled fish in the third time, Feng Qing grabbed his wrist helplessly, "Mr., you are better than cold and you can't eat spicy food. I'll make it for you in a few days."

Feng Qing didn't expect that Fang Zheng had a special liking for sauerkraut fish. No matter how reluctant she was, she had to stop her. Fang Zheng's body was still in the recovery period. Although he had stopped taking medicine, Dr. Liu said that he would be the best to eat light and warm tonic these days.

The other Fang Zheng's body cares most is naturally Feng Qing.

"That lady will do it in three days." Fang Zheng took back the chopsticks and did not forget to bargain.

Feng Qing was angry and funny. She shook her head and raised ten fingers, "In another ten days, I will make it for my husband in ten days. It's even better than this."

Feng Qing thought to himself that he could add less chili when he made it for his husband next time.

There was no room for negotiation in his wife's words, so Fang Zheng had to nod, "Okay."

Zheng Jiaxian said sympathetically to Fang Zheng, "Brother Fang, you still listen to Mrs. Fang. Although the fish tastes really good, Brother Fang still eats something else, the chicken is good."

Fang Zheng's hands tightened while holding the chopsticks.

He regretted it, so he shouldn't have been soft-hearted and asked Zheng Jiaxian to come and eat.

Zheng Jiaxian was not aware of what Fang Zheng thought, so he buried his head in his mouth. A large bowl of pickled fish almost entered Zheng Jiaxian's stomach. He ate a few bites and sipped a bit of fruit wine. He was so beautiful that he wanted to laugh three times to the sky.

Fang Zheng's face became colder and colder. As soon as Zheng Jiaxian put down his chopsticks, he spoke, "I guess you haven't had a good rest in prison. Since you have enough food and drink, go back and rest early."

"It's okay, Brother Fang, I'm not short of it." After eating, my mind stopped moving. Zheng Jiaxian didn't understand Fang Zheng's clear intention of expelling guests at all.

After coming out of prison, Zheng Jiaxian felt that he had died once. At this moment, he wanted to stay with someone he knew. If he hadn't been afraid that Fang Zheng would deal with him, he would have wanted to stay in Aunt Jin's kitchen for a night.

Fang Zheng's face became even colder. He opened his mouth and before he could speak, Feng Qing grabbed his hand.

"My husband." Feng Qing called out in a low voice.

Fang Zheng pursed his lips and didn't speak anymore.

Not knowing what Feng Qing said for him, Zheng Jiaxian sat on the stool with his stomach straight, grabbed Aunt Jin and started to talk nonsense.

Aunt Jin could respond with a smile at first, but when the smile on her face gradually became stiff, Aunt Jin could only sigh, "Mr. Zheng, thank you for your hard work."

"Not-"

When Zheng Jiaxian pulled Aunt Jin to start a new round of nagging, Feng Qing whispered to Fang Zheng's ear and asked, "My husband, what did Mr. Zheng experience in prison? How could he become so talkative?"

After glanced at Zheng Jiaxian, Fang Zheng concluded, "He is drunk."

"Drunk?" Feng Qing looked at the empty wine pot, "This is fruit wine."

"After a pot of it is in his stomach, you will naturally get drunk." Fang Zheng said.

Besides, Zheng Jiaxian has never drunk any wine even though he has grown up.

Puff.

Feng Qing had never really seen anyone drunk in front of him. He was curious for a moment and looked straight at Zheng Jiaxian.

Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and pinched his wife's chin, making Feng Qing look at him. His pupils were dark, and there was a light that made Feng Qing's heart pound.

"Madam, don't look at him." Even if Zheng Jiaxian is just funny, it won't work.

"As long, I won't look at him, I'll look at my husband." Feng Qing replied with a smile.

"Yes." Fang Zheng then smiled.

When Aunt Jin was about to run out of patience, Fang Zheng asked Aunt Jin to rescue her, "Brother Zheng, you should go back and rest earlier. Now you have been released, but the suspicion has not been completely lifted. Lord Su may even send someone to ask. If the yamen runner finds that you are not here, you will customize your behavior and escape."

Zheng Jiaxian was so scared that he blocked his chest in one breath. He didn't vomit for a long time, and his face was so purple.

Cough cough cough cough cough cough.

Aunt Jin was so scared that she punched Zheng Jiaxian on the back. After this tone came out, Zheng Jiaxian's eyes turned black.

Even if he was drunk, Fang Zheng's words still scared him. Zheng Jiaxian stood up and walked out. At this moment, Zheng Jiaxian's book boy came over and helped him walk out.

The person left the most, and the fragrance of fruit wine was still wafting in the yard.

Feng Qing's face was slightly red, her eyes were crescent-shaped, and the stars were filled with bright stars. She reached out and touched Fang Zheng's face, and she looked closer, "Mr. Don't move, I can't even see you clearly."

"Qingqing is drunk too?" Aunt Jin got up and was about to clean up the table. After hearing Feng Qing's words, she asked with a smile.

Feng Qing only drank one glass.

Fang Zheng's eyes moved away from his wife with difficulty. He smiled and replied to Aunt Jin, "I'm afraid I'm really drunk."

"Has this kid never drunk before?" Aunt Jin looked at the person who looked up on Fang Zheng's face with amused, "Qingqing is fun to be drunk. She doesn't talk much, but her temperament is much more abrupt than usual."

In Aunt Jin's opinion, Feng Qing is only sixteen years old. At this age, it is the time to break away from naiveness, but Feng Qing is so calm that it makes people feel distressed.

Unexpectedly, I only showed my true nature after getting drunk.

Feng Qing's hand had moved from Fang Zheng's face to his neck, and he tried to stretch it to his clothes. Fang Zheng's face remained unchanged. He grabbed his wife's move, hugged the man in his arms, looked up and said to Aunt Jin, "Aunt Jin, I'll take her back to rest first, I'll have to worry about Aunt Jin here."

"Take it with me quickly. I guess there are some more troubles. If you coax her, I will cook some sobering soup for you." Aunt Jin urged the two of them to go back.

"Thank you, Aunt Jin."

Aunt Jin waved her hand.

Fang Zheng then half hugged Feng Qing and returned to the house.

As soon as she entered the door, Feng Qing suddenly stood up. She tilted her head and looked serious, "Mr. I am pretending, but I am not drunk."

The corners of his mouth curled up, and a smile flashed across his narrow eyes. Fang Zheng responded with great confidence, "Yes."

With his hand hooked Fang Zheng's belt, Feng Qing pursed his lips, "My husband went out all day and hasn't been with me for a long time. I deliberately pretended to be drunk, so my husband could accompany me."

The curve of the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger. Fang Zheng followed her words, "I realized that I was wrong because of my husband. If this matter is gone, I will definitely spend more time with my wife."

"Hmph." Although it was a snort, the smile on the rosy little face betrayed her mood. "I will forgive my husband this time. Next time, you remember, don't be busy for so long."

"good."

Feng Qing was satisfied only then. He glanced at Fang Zheng with a look of charming before.

His heartbeat was a little unsteady. Fang Zheng held his wife's wrist and his voice was a little hoarse, "Be good, madam, let's sleep first and stay with you for your husband."

He thought he was fierce and looked at Fang Zheng. Feng Qing shook his head, "I don't want it. I won't see my husband after I slept."
To be continued...