She wrapped her arms around his waist with a sweet smile, "Are you jealous?"
Song Tingfan humd in response. Seeing the woman’s eyes arching with a smile, the tension in his jaw softened a bit. He bent down slightly, "What do you want to eat? I’ll make it."
In the past two months, Lin Qiao had grasped so of the villain’s actions, like this bending down, which ant he wanted her to give him a kiss.
She cooperatively stood on tiptoe, "Don’t you have sothing else to do? I’ll ask them to make sothing for later."
"It’s okay."
"I want spicy chicken cubes."
"Alright."
Song Tingfan wouldn’t let Lin Qiao into the kitchen, so she had to take the account book and go inside to look at it. She wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he ca in carrying the food.
Slling the aroma, Lin Qiao sniffed, "Slls so good."
It must be said that the villain had a talent for cooking. In recent days, to cater to her taste, he was the one mostly doing the cooking.
If it weren’t for those annoying things in her dreams, maybe she would live peacefully with him.
Song Tingfan handed her chopsticks, just about to sit down, when a voice ca from outside, "General, we caught them, caught them."
Soon, Zhou Fu’an ran in panting heavily.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan nodded and then looked at Lin Qiao, "Eat more."
Thinking that he might not have ti to eat, Lin Qiao quickly picked up the pastries on the table, selected three or four pieces for him, "Eat these while you walk to fill up a bit."
"Okay." Song Tingfan accepted.
Zhou Fu’an watched from the side, tears filling his eyes with jealousy. He hadn’t had a al either; why didn’t anyone give him a few pieces of pastries?
Soon the two left the shop, looking at the man beside him swallowing a piece of pastry without any intention of sharing, Zhou Fu’an mustered the courage to say, "General, can I have a piece? I’ll buy it with silver."
Song Tingfan coldly glanced at him and quickened his pace.
Zhou Fu’an: "..."
Co on, it’s just a piece of pastry.
And there’s talk about the general’s wife tempting the general, but it’s clear the general is the one "hitting on" her.
It was late by the ti they finished the day’s work, and Zhou Fu’an and the others finally had a comfy evening, suggesting they go out to drink and relax.
Song Tingfan naturally wouldn’t go. He mounted his horse and quickly disappeared into the night.
Zhou Fu’an couldn’t help but click his tongue twice, "Having a wife is really nice."
"You don’t have to say it. I’ve already written to my mother to find a wife for ," Gao Qiang’s voice was filled with envy.
"Don’t you guys think there’s sothing off about the general’s wife?" Another colleague ca over, very curious.
In the past two days, rumors about Song Tingfan and Lin Qiao had spread secretly within the camp.
Zhou Fu’an couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge him, "What’s the problem? She’s pregnant and still busy with the shop. According to you guys, she should be out playing with so n instead."
Gao Qiang nodded in agreent, "Exactly, and besides, the general is such a distinguished person. Unless you’re blind, you wouldn’t think like you guys do. Best not to talk nonsense."
"Why are you two being so fierce? I’m just thinking for the general. If you all think about it, the general works hard for his salary, he doesn’t even want to use it himself. If his wife tricked all their property away, wouldn’t it be dreadful?"
Gao Qiang patted his shoulder, "Do you think the general looks like a fool? If his wife dared trick him, she wouldn’t even get out of the house before being punished on the spot."
Zhou Fu’an laughed heartily, "If he doesn’t believe us, let’s make a bet with him. Tomorrow I’ll ask the general if he seduced his wife or his wife seduced him."
"Alright, if not, I’ll treat you all to three days of drinks; if it’s not, you all take turns treating to three days of drinks."
"Anyone who goes back on their word is a coward."
...
Right now, Lin Qiao was still at Fan’an Shop and had already sent soone back to say she wouldn’t be going ho tonight.
The head chef had left, Guang Kun was competent, but he couldn’t take on the main role for more than a day or two, so she planned to help out the next morning.
The shop always left soone to watch over it at night. It wasn’t Guang Kun’s turn, but since tomorrow it would just be him, he planned to get up early to prep.
Seeing that the boss hadn’t left, he asked while sweeping the floor, "Boss, are you waiting for the big boss?"
"Yes, I’m sleeping here tonight." Lin Qiao didn’t need to guess to know Song Tingfan would co here.
Ahem, just like before, he’s as eager as always.
Guang Kun nodded with a simple "oh," hesitated a bit, and then said, "Boss, I’d still like my previous wages."
Lin Qiao looked at him in surprise, "Why?"
"I haven’t really learned much yet," Guang Kun said, looking down.
Lin Qiao smiled, "Then keep learning, you’ll get it eventually. But you better learn quickly; if you’re slow, you might end up just assisting the cook."
She assessed the situation: Guang Kun’s family wasn’t well-off and he needed this job, which made him more reliable.
Plus, he was diligent, doing all kinds of work.
"I’ll study hard," Guang Kun nodded eagerly.
"That’s good, study hard."
No sooner had Lin Qiao said that than she saw a figure in dark blue attire. Happily, she called out, "Tingfan."
Song Tingfan walked over in long strides, pursed his lips, "Why didn’t you go ho?"
eting his deep gaze, Lin Qiao quickly explained, "The cook left, I’m worried I won’t be able to manage tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Song Tingfan frowned, but didn’t say anything more.
After Guang Kun put down his broom, he closed the shop’s main door and quietly headed back to his room, leaving the two of them in the main hall.
Lin Qiao and Song Tingfan didn’t speak much either. Song Tingfan wasn’t one for words, and Lin Qiao was busy with the tasks at hand.
After a long while, she finally finished. Letting her eyes drift, she saw the man beside her closing his eyes to rest. She didn’t wake him.
However, just as she stood up, he woke up, his eyes shifting from drowsy to clear, "Finished?"
"Let’s go sleep inside."
Lin Qiao pulled him up, and the two walked one after the other into the inner room.
Just as Lin Qiao was about to bend down to take off her shoes, Song Tingfan squatted down, took off her shoes, and then took off her socks, gently massaging her feet.
This wasn’t the first ti, but Lin Qiao felt increasingly complex inside, unable to control her deviating heart.
In truth, she preferred being coaxed rather than pressured.
This is it...
The sound of a watchman echoed outside, indicating it was getting late.
Snapping back to reality, Lin Qiao pulled her foot back, "Let’s get so sleep." Saying this, she slipped into bed.
Soon the room darkened, the bed shifted as Song Tingfan lay down. He was about to reach out when the woman hugged him proactively, "Tingfan, today I heard a custor say he and his wife got divorced. Do you think we might?"
Ahem, lately she’s been trying, in her own way, to test his limits.
"We won’t," Song Tingfan replied without any hesitation.
"What if?"
"There won’t be a what if."
"What if there is a what if?"
"There won’t be a what if."
Lin Qiao: "..."
She gave up asking further, stretched her leg onto his, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Song Tingfan’s body slightly tensed, the soft body in his arms seed more vivid, causing a slight restlessness. He swallowed hard a few tis, but eventually held back.
...
Outside, it was still dark, but the sky showed signs of faint light, with noises coming from the kitchen.
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