During the holidays, I miss my family more often. There are not many customers left in the inn. The shopkeeper simply asks the kitchen to make more dumplings and give them to the guests for free, so that the guests will not be too sad when they are in a foreign land.

"Thank you, the shopkeeper, I and my wife will come then."

Boss Wu sent the servant to deliver the meal for several days. The shopkeeper became more sure that Fang Zheng's identity was extraordinary and he was more careful with him. Seeing Fang Zheng agreeing, he also asked Fang Zheng what kind of dumpling stuffing he liked.

"Does there beef filling?" Fang Zheng was not polite, he said directly what Feng Qing liked to eat.

"Some, some." The shopkeeper also packs more fillings every year, but there are not beef fillings in previous years, so it's better to add one this year.

"If you don't rush to travel, you can go to the Qilian River tonight. The government will set off fireworks there every year, but it looks good. There is no curfew tonight, and the streets are lively." The shopkeeper suggested that the two of them were about to go out.

"Thank you for the shopkeeper's reminder. My husband and I will go out to have a look at each other in the evening."

Not to mention it's evening, the streets are crowded during the day.

In addition to pedestrians, there are also vendors who set up stalls, some juggle people, and even magic tricks.

The noise made the New Year atmosphere even heavier.

Fang Zheng and Feng Qing were crowded in the crowd. He didn't care about being outside, holding his wife's hand tightly and walking forward along the crowd.

There are too many people, and you need to speak to your ears.

There were too many vendors on both sides of the street, and Feng Qing was dazzled and looked around. Fang Zheng was protecting her, so she felt relieved.

Soon, her sight was attracted by a vendor, and there were many people here.

She pulled Fang Zheng forward and stretched her neck to look inside.

The stall owner is an old man, but his skill in pinching clay figures is great.

"Does your wife want it?" Fang Zheng asked in his wife's ear when she saw her eyes shiny and pressed against the clay figures.

Feng Qing shook his head, and also approached Fang Zheng, saying, "No, my husband is by my side, I don't need a clay man."

She just lamented this craft.

Responding to her was Fang Zheng's chuckling and tightly clenched hands.

Since he didn't plan to make clay men, seeing more and more people coming around, Feng Qing didn't plan to be too late. When he was about to pull Fang Zheng away, he suddenly felt that there was an extra hand on his back.

Feng Qing frowned. This hand was not my husband's.

Before I could turn around, I heard a cry of pain behind my head.

The next moment, Feng Qing was hugged into Fang Zheng's warm arms.

At the same time, there was an extra hand on the eyes.

Fang Zheng glanced coldly at the wailing sound of lying on the ground and hugged his wife and left.

"My hand, stop, you guys stand me!" The man looked at his right hand in horror. It was this hand that touched Feng Qing's back. At this moment, the hand was hanging weakly on the ground, letting this man use his strength, but he couldn't move at all.

There were too many people, and the person screamed, and the crowd was inevitably panicked, and someone accidentally stepped on his right hand.

The man's eyes rolled and he fainted.

After not hearing the man's shouting, Fang Zheng let go of his hand and held the wife tighter again.

Listening to Fang Zheng's breathing heavier than usual, Feng Qing suppressed the discomfort in his heart, "My husband, I'm fine."

"Yes." Fang Zheng's hand covered Feng Qing's back. After a long time, he let out a breath and his breathing stabilized. "It's because his husband didn't protect his wife."

"My husband, you protect me." Feng Qing stopped, and she looked at Fang Zheng seriously and replied.

"Don't be afraid, madam." Fang Zheng looked at Feng Qing and said.

Feng Qing was a little disgusted at first, but when he saw Fang Zheng like this, he felt distressed. She focused on her head, "I'm not afraid of my husband."

After confirming that the wife was not comforting him, Fang Zheng then relaxed and led Feng Qing away.

When he walked to a place with few people, Feng Qing couldn't help asking: "My husband, what have you done just now? Will there be trouble?"

"No." Fang Zheng's eyes turned cold again, "It's just a small lesson for him."

As for how small it is, it depends on how much Fang Zheng cares about Feng Qing.

Feng Qing was relieved and did not continue to ask questions.
Chapter completed!