It started raining that night since Fang Zheng and Feng Qing lived there.

At first it was just a light rain. The next morning, the rain was getting heavier and hit the window, making Feng Qing feel a little anxious.

If I were not in a hurry to rush, it would be nothing to rain, but seeing that there was not much time left, I don’t know when the rain would fall, Feng Qingbing couldn’t help but sigh.

The weather is cold and humid, making people reluctant to step out of the room. Even if the doors and windows are tight, the room is still a little wet.

When Feng Qing couldn't help sighing again, Fang Zheng hugged the person in his arms and kissed her forehead, "It's not too late for a wife to believe in her husband."

"Honey, am I a little worried?" Feng Qing raised his head and pulled the corners of his mouth. It was said that bad emotions would be contagious. Feng Qing deeply exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, and then smiled at Fang Zheng, "I'm not worried."

"My wife is just worried about being a husband." Fang Zheng took a small step back. He stretched out his hand, curled his index finger, touched his wife's forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "If the wife is unhappy, she will use the last method for her husband."

After the words are finished, the eyes are still meaningful.

Feng Qing's ears suddenly turned red. Seeing that her husband was so calm, the last bit of uncertainty in his heart also dissipated.

Once I think about it, the sound of rain outside is no longer so annoying.

"If my wife wants to embroider a veil, she will go out to buy needles and thread for her husband." This time she didn't have much needles and threads, and Fang Zheng knew that as long as Feng Qing moved the needles and threads, she would completely forget about the things next to her.

Feng Qing shook his head, "No, I will read a book with my husband."

It was so heavy that she didn't want Fang Zheng to go out to get in the rain.

Fang Zheng didn't speak anymore, picked a book that Feng Qing was interested in, and then took the opportunity to hold his wife in his arms, and the two read the book together.

After about half an hour, Feng Qingbing couldn't sit still. Compared to the literary words here, she wanted to read books in vernacular.

Seeing that the person in his arms moved, Fang Zheng put down the book and tried the teapot on the table.

"My wife can walk around and ask for some hot water for her husband."

Fang Zheng brought the teapot downstairs, and Feng Qing walked around the house obediently for more than ten times.

It feels really comfortable after walking.

Fang Zheng has been there for a long time. When he comes back, he has brought two dishes of snacks in addition to tea and it is made in the kitchen of the inn and is still very warm.

This pastry tastes average and is better than nothing.

When Feng Qing was eating snacks, Fang Zheng was still reading a book, but he pushed the teacup towards his wife from time to time, "Drink some tea to relieve the greasiness."

This snack is a little sweet, not as good as Aunt Jin’s make, nor as specialized as those sold outside. Feng Qing ate three or four yuan and fed half a piece to her husband.

After drinking her last sip of tea, she burped and was about to get up and walk around again. Outside the door, the sound of the inn's knocking came from the door.

Put down the book, Fang Zheng went to open the door.

When I came in again, I had an extra cloth bag in my hand.

"Madam, can you see?"

The cloth bag was opened, and there were a whole row of needles and nearly twenty kinds of embroidery threads placed in front of Feng Qing.

"My husband? Did you ask the guy to buy it?" Feng Qing asked affirmatively.

Fang Zheng nodded, "There are not many types, so the lady will use it. When the rain stops, I will go out with my wife to buy it for her husband."

"My husband is so good." Feng Qing turned around, hugged Fang Zheng's waist, and rubbed his head against his chest. "It's great that such a good husband is mine."

It has been more than two years, and my husband treats her as always.

Fang Zheng loved his wife so much that she looked like she was sticking to him. He smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I feel lucky for my husband."

Since all the needles and threads have been bought, Feng Qing doesn’t want to read books now, so he might as well embroider a handkerchief and a purse.

She thought about the clothes Fang Zheng brought and planned to give him a sachet.

As long as you take the needle and thread, Feng Qing will easily get stuck.

When Fang Zheng called for someone, she realized that it was already noon.

The two of them were about to go downstairs.

As soon as we arrived at the stairs on the second floor, a servant who was familiar with Fang Zheng and Feng Qing came up with a food box.

This servant belongs to the Wu family.

"My master and wife knew that Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang liked the food cooked by the cook, so they asked the younger one to send some to the two. It was still hot, so they ate while it was hot." Of course, the servant also brought the food of the coachman Lao Xu.

The servant could come in to deliver food, and the shopkeeper was still smiling and watching from the bottom. It must have been used for money.

"I'm sorry, I thank Mr. Wu and Mrs. Wu for your sake." Fang Zheng and Feng Qing went downstairs one after another, but he did not refuse.

"Young Master Fang, you are polite. My master, wife and Mrs. Fang hit it off at first sight. The master said that he has no other ability, but it is still OK to stutter. Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang must not refuse." The servant said to Fang Zheng without saying a word to Mr. Wu.

Fang Zheng nodded, "Then Fang and his wife are more respectful than to obey their orders."

But Fang Zheng wrote down this kindness.

When the servant left, Fang Zheng carried the food box upstairs.

It was time to eat, and seven or eight guests were made in groups of three or three in the lobby.

When Fang Zheng and the others disappeared, a guest in the lobby asked, "I said, "Shopkeeper, you have food here, can you even bring someone to come in with a food box?"

Perhaps because of the comfort of life, over the years, the people in Qizhou have become broader than the other places. Although there are conflicts, most people live slowly.

The guest was just curious about this.

The shopkeeper touched his beard with a smile, "It's convenient for others and yourself. Besides, the food in the shop is barely in the mouth. In terms of taste, it's not as good as that made by a famous chef."

The food in this inn is not expensive, so most guests are willing to eat in the inn.

The guest nodded, looked at the stairs where Fang Zheng and Feng Qing left thoughtfully, smacked their lips, and said, "Although that young man was dressed in an ordinary manner, he looked noble. He was full of books and was not happy with this rough meal."

Who is the shopkeeper?

He has opened an inn in Qizhou for so many years and has seen many people coming and going. He is almost always guessing Fang Zheng's identity.

The shopkeeper smiled and said nothing.

If you can go to Kyoto to participate in the conference test, how could you be a mediocre person?

He would not underestimate any scholar.

Fang Zheng, who was not sure that he was being discussed, came to a place where no one was left, so he held his wife's hand.

There are many guest rooms on the second floor, but it was empty at this time, and Feng Qing let Fang Zheng take it. She smelled the fragrance emitted from the food box and sighed: "My husband, there are still many good people."

Although I also met bad people along the way, I also met kind-hearted people.

Because of meeting Mr. Wu's family, Feng Qing almost forgot the bad miss of the Jiang family before.

Boss Wu is really a careful person. In just three days, he has guessed the taste of Fang Zheng and Feng Qing. This time, the servant brought him all the food they liked.

There are six dishes and two soups.

In addition to a cup of black chicken soup, there is also a cup of bird's nest.

Feng Qing sucked his saliva, and just looked at the color, Feng Qing knew that this cup was a special product.

"My husband, it's so expensive, we just accept it like this. Isn't it bad?" I originally thought it was just a meal, but according to her relatively shallow understanding of the place, Feng Qing also understood that this cup of soup would probably be enough for ordinary people to eat for several years.

Even though he was not very obsessed with money, Feng Qing still felt guilty of such expenses.

"If you go back, Mr. Wu and Mrs. Wu will probably be unhappy." Fang Zheng could only say this.

Feng Qing thought about it and felt that what her husband said made sense. She scooped a spoonful of them and said, "Take it."

Fang Zheng started with a smile and said, "I don't like it because my husband doesn't like it, my wife drinks it."

Fang Zheng really has no special love for bird's nest. Feng Qing took a bite and felt that the taste was better than expected. "It seems that Mrs. Wu is so young, it's not without reason."

After drinking the bird's nest, Feng Qing sighed.

Those old and slow people are usually maintained.

Although Fang Zheng did not understand the woman's concern for appearance, he still remembered his wife's words. When he had a better life in the future, he would feed his wife three meals a day to drink bird's nest.

No matter how delicious the food was, it was not good to eat every meal. It was not until Feng Qing protested repeatedly that Fang Zheng gave up. Of course, in addition to bird's nest, Fang Zheng also studied the prescription for women to beautify and nourish their skin. At that time, Feng Qing did not know that everything he encountered was because of a sentence today.

They didn't walk much this day, and neither of them was too hungry. After drinking a bowl of bird's nest, Feng Qing couldn't eat too much food.

Fortunately, although Mr. Wu gave the two of them a lot of dishes, the amount was appropriate, so Fang Zheng finished the remaining meal.

Feng Qing took the food box downstairs, borrowed water from the shopkeeper, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and planned to return it to the next time he met Mrs. Wu.

But this idea was too late to come true. At dinner time, the servant brought a new food box.

"My husband, I think we should invite Mr. Wu and Mrs. Wu to have a meal before we leave. Thank them for taking care of each day." While drinking longan lotus seed porridge, Feng Qing did not forget to suggest to Fang Zheng.

"It's up to my wife."

The rain lasted for two days and three nights, and it stopped on New Year's Eve.

The weather was also clear. Although it was colder than the previous few days, the air was fresh and there was no wind. The sun shining on the body was warm.

Fang Zheng also read the book for two days. On New Year's Eve, Feng Qing simply pulled him out and took a break.

"Customer, our shop has free dumplings today. If you don't dislike it, you can come down to eat dumplings at night." As soon as the two went downstairs, the shopkeeper smiled and said to Fang Zheng and Feng Qing.

During the Chinese New Year, the inns are all from other places.
To be continued...