si-mexico Chapter 785 Fubao is back?
Chapter 785 Fubao is back?
The relationship between sisters-in-law is particularly harmonious.
"My dear, are you not full outside? Is the food not to your taste? How come you have lost so much weight? Fortunately it is snowing today instead of windy, otherwise if you were so thin, wouldn't a gust of wind blow away my dear baby?"
Zhang Jinlan touched her granddaughter's face. It was soft to the touch and she could feel the tender flesh. It was even softer than when she left. But she acted as if she didn't see it and kept saying that Jiang Fubao had lost weight.
"You should take good care of yourself. You must be exhausted outside. You are finally back. If you couldn't come back for the New Year this year, I'm afraid your grandma would cry while eating the New Year's Eve dinner." Jiang Shoujia teased.
The already lively Jiang family is now even more lively.
A group of people escorted Jiang Fubao into the main hall, and after she sat down, they started asking her about what happened on the road.
Jiang Fubao has gotten used to it. Every time she comes back from a long trip, no matter whether she has gained weight or lost weight, her family always thinks that she has suffered while away. Even if she has gained weight visibly, her family just pretends not to see it.
This kind of concern was no burden to her.
Jiang Fubao told his family about what he saw and heard on the road with a happy face.
At dinner, she ate the dishes prepared by her second sister-in-law and drank the soup cooked by her eldest sister-in-law.
The familiar taste made her feel comfortable all over and she ate until she was full.
It took a long walk with my mother to help me digest the food.
After washing up in the evening, Jiang Fubao sat by the charcoal stove to dry his hair and then slept on his own small bed.
It was cold, and there was a curtain hanging over the small bed. Xue Huan pulled the curtain down and blew out the candle. The yellow lantern outside the window cast the shadow of the window frame on the wall and the curtain.
Jiang Fubao fell asleep listening to Xue Huan's soft snoring.
"Master, Miss Fubao is back and is here to look for you at the county office. I told you that you were out on a case."
Meng Bujiu, who was exhausted, had just returned to the county government office when he heard the news. He was struck by lightning, and surprise and regret filled his whole body.
Fubao is back?
If he had known this, he would not have gone out today.
Without any hesitation, he jumped back on his horse and ran out of the city.
"Young Master, Young Master--" No matter how Lingshan called him from behind, he did not look back.
"Alas, I am such an infatuated young master. I just hope Miss Fubao will accept you soon." Lingshan sighed to himself.
"Close the city gates. My Lord will not be back tonight."
He said to the officer guarding the city gate.
"Yes--"
"Boom--" The police closed the city gate, and the deafening sound reached the ears of Meng Bujiu who had already run some distance.
He did not look back or slow down, and even waved his whip, causing the horse under him to speed up.
The gate of Lianshan Town has been closed.
But as the county magistrate, he had the authority to open the city gates.
As soon as Meng Bujiu entered the city, he came to the door of Jiang's house. He did not knock on the door, but dismounted, walked to the alley outside Jiang Fubao's house, and stood across a wall.
With one step, he easily climbed over the wall, but he did not jump down. Instead, he sat on the wall and looked up at the window of Jiang Fubao's house. The lanterns hanging on the balcony on the second floor were whistling in the cold wind.
Rock back and forth.
The snowflakes were still so big, and soon, Meng Bujiu's hands, which were already red from the cold, became stiff, and his cheeks began to ache.
When he had seen enough, he jumped back, mounted his horse, and returned to his home.
The next day, it was white outside.
Snow covered everything, houses, trees, even the bluestone brick floor.
Meng Bujiu knew that Jiang Fubao must have been very tired last night and might have slept until noon, so even though he got up early, he did not arrive at Jiang's house until after dawn.
In winter, the days are shorter than the nights.
At the same time in summer, all the shops on the street are open for business.
Now there are only three or five rooms open. The shopkeeper and the waiter are yawning and looking very sleepy.
Meng Bujiu was sitting in the main room, waiting for Jiang Fubao. This place was like his second home, so when Zhang Jinlan asked him to have breakfast together, he did not refuse.
Just as he was about to remove the tea egg in his hand, Jiang Fubao suddenly appeared.
"Hey, Bujiu, why are you here?" Ever since the address changed, Meng Bujiu had never heard those four words again.
But he was very happy.
He would rather Fubao called him and didn't blame him.
"Lingshan said you're back. It just so happened that I hadn't been back to see your grandfather for a long time, so I came back last night. I thought it was too late, so I didn't come to disturb you and let you have a good rest. Did you get enough sleep? You don't look very well, are you tired from the journey?"
Meng Bujiu handed the peeled tea egg to Jiang Fubao.
Jiang Fubao also took it as usual and took a bite.
"It's OK. I'm not too tired. Although I was busy, I actually had a lot of fun. It's just that my butt was almost broken."
Hearing her daughter speak so vulgarly, Zhang Yanzi rolled her eyes at her.
Fortunately, there were no outsiders around.
Otherwise, I'll have to teach her a lesson.
A nice girl, but she speaks more rudely than men.
"Are you going to the clinic today? Why not rest at home for a few days before going?" Meng Bujiu transformed himself into a little maid, stood up and served Jiang Fubao a bowl of porridge, and placed it in front of her naturally. He also took a small round plate and put some pickles on it.
Thinking that Fubao loved to eat this kind of fried dough sticks, he picked up another fried dough stick and placed it on the small round plate.
Jiang Fubao only needs to move his mouth throughout the process.
This action stunned the women of the Jiang family.
Especially Zhu Yingqiu and Sun Pingmei, the two sisters-in-law looked at each other and blinked wildly.
Zhang Yanzi looked at the fried dough stick she had just picked up in her hand. She had originally intended to give it to her daughter, but she was a step too late.
She could only put the fried dough sticks on Meng Bujiu's bowl, received a thank you, and left the main room.
She had finished her meal a long time ago, and now she had to go and urge her husband who was still lying in bed, and talk to him about her daughter's marriage.
Zhang Yanzi’s mood was hard to describe. She was happy, but also lonely. She was lonely, but also somewhat happy.
She took care of both children, and was afraid that her daughter would not blame them, because she also had feelings for them.
The Chinese New Year is approaching and my daughter will be nineteen.
It's time to settle it.
He is really good. You won’t find anyone as good as him even if you look far away.
Just because of the way he served her daughter, Zhang Yanzi would not stop them, but her husband could not.
Zhang Yanzi got a headache when she thought of her husband crying.
Therefore, it is better to give advance notice, so that your husband will not be unable to accept the decision if the time comes suddenly.
Zhang Yanzi returned to the second courtyard with a lot on her mind.
In the main room, Meng Bujiu and Jiang Fubao were eating and chatting: "It's okay, I'm not very tired, and it won't tire me out to go there. I'll stay for a while and come back for lunch. What about you, are you going back to Chang'an Town?" Jiang Fubao took a bite of the crispy fried dough stick, raised his head and asked.