"Miss Xiu Niang, why don't you eat?"

Ouyang Rong asked in a curious tone.

There is a pretty woman who doesn't speak.

In the courtyard, under a pear tree, the early spring noon sun was falling on a plate of half-fat and half-lean pork belly on the stone table.

Each piece of pork belly on the plate is cut into evenly sized mahjong pieces. It is red and translucent in the sun, and is as colored as agate. It is soft but not rotten, fat but not greasy.

A handful of green scallions are poured on the meat together with the soup, which makes people salivate.

Ouyang Rong had just served this plate of Dongpo meat, took off his apron, and sat down with a smile.

He filled two bowls of steaming white rice, one for each of Zhao Qingxiu.

Zhao Qingxiu picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of Dongpo pork first under Ouyang Rong's smiling eyes.

Put one hand under the chopsticks and put the meat into your mouth.

He lowered his head and chewed carefully for a while.

After swallowing the first mouthful of meat, the girl covered in azure ribbons stopped using her chopsticks, lowered her head and sat down, quietly.

I didn’t continue picking up food.

"Well, isn't it delicious?"

After Ouyang Rong asked strangely, he immediately poked a pair of chopsticks together, rolled up his sleeves, and put a small piece of pork belly into his mouth.

"It should be okay. The pork only had time to simmer on low heat for an hour and a half, which was a lack of heat. But I added some rice wine, which not only removed the fishy smell, but also made the meat a little softer."

I heard the chattering and laughing voice of the handsome young man Qing Qu who was "cooking not far away" in front of me.

Zhao Qingxiu raised her head slightly.

"Don't you like things that are too sweet, Xiu Niang?"

Ouyang Rong's mumbling was interrupted by Zhao Qingxiu grabbing his cuffs.

There is writing on the table, and the wet marks are beautiful.

[It’s very sweet and delicious. I’ve never eaten such delicious meat]

Ouyang Rong smiled grimly, picked up his chopsticks, and continued to eat.

"Thank you for the compliment. If others say it, I only take it as a compliment. The embroiderer is already good at her craftsmanship. If the embroiderer says yes, it is a real compliment."

Zhao Qingxiu also smiled happily, picked up the hot rice bowl, and started eating with great concentration.

Under the pear tree in the courtyard, the two of us had a delicious lunch with one chopstick and one chopstick.

Ouyang Rong ate peacefully, never asking where Zhao Qingxiu had gone in the morning.

[When did the young master return to the city]

"In the morning, I took care of some minor matters and came here.

"I passed by Dongshi and took a look. Pork is quite cheap now. It cost eighty yuan per catty. Hey, Miss Xiu Niang didn't look at last year's price...

"By the way, wait for me to get off."

Ouyang Rong suddenly stood up and ran to the living room.

Zhao Qingxiu stopped with the bowl and chopsticks in her hands and turned her head in confusion.

She didn't wait long before she heard Tan Lang's footsteps and the "Longling" sound of the ice-white jade hairpin coming from far away.

Ouyang Rong returned and placed a small jar in his arms in front of Zhao Qingxiu, side by side with Dongpo Meat.

He actually returned with a small object in his arms, but he didn't take it out immediately.

Ouyang Rong rolled up his sleeves, opened the jar seal, and said with a smile:

"Try it, the pickled radish from Donglin Temple Zaozhaiyuan is the best in Longcheng. I passed by before coming back and picked up a jar.

"Xiu Niang should be familiar with it, she must have tasted it in the Beitian Almshouse of Donglin Temple before."

Zhao Qingxiu picked up a piece, lowered her head and took a small bite, and the crunching sound between her red lips and white teeth made the blindfolded girl, who was always quiet and polite when eating each other, turn red at the base of her ears.

According to Ouyang Rong's observations these days... the embroiderer blushes very easily. Sometimes when Ouyang Rong looks at her for a little longer and is noticed, the embroiderer will lower his head and blush...

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting across the table, seemed not to hear or see.

He ate much more casually, with his cheeks puffed out and chewing freely, ignoring the crunching sound of the pickled radish.

This casual atmosphere caused Zhao Qingxiu's tight and thin body to loosen up a little and relax a lot.

She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and she held her chopsticks more diligently.

After eating for a while.

[I asked for a lottery at Chengtian Temple in the morning]

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly dipped her index finger in water and wrote on the table.

Ouyang Rong put down the bowl and asked curiously:

"What signature? Let me take a look."

[I don’t know, I just asked for a signature casually, don’t take it too seriously]

Zhao Qingxiu sat sideways, facing Ouyang Rong.

"Okay, let me take a look first."

Ouyang Rong smiled and stretched out his hand.

Zhao Qingxiu hesitated on her small face, lowered her head, and wrote carefully stroke by stroke.

[Master, please help me read the interpretation words]

"Didn't the master in the temple read it to you?"

Ouyang Rong's eyes were slightly bent as he smiled, and he stared intently at the pretty, blindfolded girl sitting in front of him, as adorable as a little daughter-in-law.

Her face was a little pale, as if she hadn't had a good rest in the past few days and was quite haggard.

[No, I just happened to catch up with the monks for lunch]

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her eyebrows.

"Okay, these monks are really incompetent, I'll do it."

Ouyang Rong generously stretched out his palm and placed it next to her hand.

Zhao Qingxiu's fingertips touched the warm palm he offered thoughtfully, and she shrank back like a rabbit.

Zhao Qingxiu took out a small turquoise purse from her arms, twisted out a small piece of folded red paper, and placed it on Ouyang Rong's palm.

Ouyang Rong looked at Zhao Qingxiu, put his hands on the table, and opened the folded red sign halfway, when his fingers suddenly stopped.

Without even looking at it, Ouyang Rong immediately turned the palm of his right hand, pressed the unopened red sign on the table, folded his hands, and covered it.

Then, he leaned forward, his eyes as deep as the night staring directly at Zhao Qingxiu's face that was once again glowing with anticipation.

"Huh."

Ouyang Rong made a sound from his mouth and lengthened the tone.

"Ah?"

Hearing that Tan Lang seemed to be sizing up something serious, Zhao Qingxiu turned her posture upright and faced Ouyang Rong, full of expectation.

Sure enough, then she heard Tanlang's very serious chant:

"Miss Xiu Niang, this red paper sign seems to be for a marriage sign. In this case, the words on this sign are a bit remarkable...

"What a beautiful wife? A beautiful wife from a deity. What more could I ask for?"

"The words of interpretation given by the eminent monk are...

"To the right couple, the beautiful couple of the gods, we will live together for a hundred years, there is no need to look for a good match!

"Good guy, isn't this the first draw in the marriage lottery, the king of draws?"

Zhao Qingxiu heard that after he finished reading the signature, his tone turned and asked her with some doubts:

"Miss Xiu Niang, are you sure you picked it correctly and got this lottery?

"Well, Miss Xiu Niang, your future partner will be really lucky to have such a good marriage.

"Even I'm a little envious of him. He's so blessed by the beauty of the gods. What kind of luck? Here, get the signing paper. By the way, does Miss Xiu Niang have a sweetheart now..."

Zhao Qingxiu's face suddenly turned red.

Ouyang Rong saw a look of joy and surprise on her face at first, and then it was replaced by a look of sincerity and fear.

It was like the city-destroying black clouds covered the originally blue and white clear sky with irresistible momentum.

Facing the marriage paper that Ouyang Rong handed back with a smile, Zhao Qingxiu shook her hands vigorously in front of her.

"Beep, bab, bab."

Zhao Qingxiu stood up and almost knocked over the porcelain bowl containing writing water on the table. She seemed anxious and started writing in a hurry.
To be continued...