Chapter 1661: Chapter 1660: Busy
Her nose suddenly felt a little sour. Qiao Xiaomai sniffled and was about to speak when Tong Sanlang abruptly pushed her away, “Ah, I was just too excited.”
His tone carried frustration, cautiousness, and nervousness. He didn’t dare look at Qiao Xiaomai and turned around to get dressed, “Hurry up and get up, it’s late!”
Last ti, he had touched Qiao Xiaomai without her permission and got a kick to the chest for it.
And now, in his excitent, he had hugged her!
Stupid hands, such stupid hands! They ought to be chopped off!
Qiao Xiaomai: “…”
She stared at Tong Sanlang’s panicked movents, feeling as if a ball of frustration was wedged in her chest, neither to be swallowed nor spat out. Just touching her seed like committing so grand injustice—was this the image Tong Sanlang held of her now?
She had really pushed Tong Sanlang far enough…
She was about to say sothing when the sound of the palace maid’s voice ca from the doorway. The maid was holding hot water and had been waiting for a while—if Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang didn’t get up soon, the water would grow cold.
Qiao Xiaomai let out a long breath, held back the remarks bubbling up inside, and got dressed to climb down from the kang bed.
After washing up, Tong Sanlang stood leisurely in the courtyard practicing his boxing moves, while Qiao Xiaomai went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Since Gina’s father was present today, she made a variety of dishes for breakfast. Once the al was ready, she had the palace maid carry her own portion back to Mai Yuan.
Currently, Qiao Changshun, Qiao Dami, Zhuang Lühe, and Tong Tiehu were all here, so the family was gathered to eat breakfast together.
After breakfast, Qiao Xiaomai planned to have Tong Sanlang return to his room to take the Divine Liquid, but at that mont, a young eunuch arrived—Yang Wenxiao was looking for Tong Sanlang.
Tong Sanlang lifted his legs and headed to Yang Wenxiao’s courtyard, only to learn upon arrival that it wasn’t Yang Wenxiao but Gina’s father who wanted to et him.
Gina’s father had watched a shadow puppet performance of *Journey to the West* the previous evening and had beco completely captivated by the charm of the Monkey King. He wanted to purchase all sorts of related rchandise, take both the book series and the shadow play to the Grassland, and even pay homage to Tong Sanlang, the supposed creator of the Monkey King. It was just too amazing!
Tong Sanlang: “…”
Undeserving.
Truly undeserving.
He wasn’t; he hadn’t; he was rely a translator—the true creator of the Monkey King was already credited on the title page of the book.
He sat uneasily as Gina’s father showered him with colorful praise in imperfect Daqi language. The flattery lasted all morning. After a sumptuous lunch at noon, Gina’s father still wanted to delve deeper into the topic.
Tong Sanlang, looking utterly exhausted, was already thinking up excuses to escape when Yang Wenxiao intervened to save him.
Yang Wenxiao said Tong Sanlang’s health was fragile and required rest, urging him to return to Mai Yuan. Hearing this, Tong Sanlang imdiately rose to his feet to express his gratitude. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect—that was exactly what he needed!
When he returned to Mai Yuan, Qiao Xiaomai was nowhere to be seen; she had gone to inspect the items prepared for Gina’s father. Gina’s father couldn’t stay at the Field Manor forever—he was scheduled to return to the palace today and would head back to the Grassland after the New Year. Qiao Xiaomai had to ticulously check everything item by item before finalizing the transaction.
It was a tedious task, made all the more daunting by the sheer variety and quantity of goods Gina had requested. One chest after another, she examined until it was evening and finally completed the inspections.
With everything checked and the transaction completed, Gina’s father paid in gold bars—heavy, glimring blocks of gold that were truly a sight to cheer anyone’s heart.
After escorting Gina’s father out of the Field Manor, Qiao Xiaomai returned to Mai Yuan and headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while Tong Sanlang was sent to deliver the gold bars to Yang Wenxiao.
The gold only passed briefly through her hands.
The day had been a whirlwind of activity—Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang only managed to catch their breath after dinner. After washing up, the two finally lay down on the kang bed.
At last, they could quietly take the Divine Liquid.
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