Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and looked at a pair of thin-skinned and stuffed meat buns in her hands, dumbfounded.

There are so many delicious foods in the front yard, why don’t I get two duck legs, chicken legs and so on!

If it doesn't work, braised eggs, spices or anything else will do.

He actually got two meat buns?

Hey, it was the trouble that happened when we were poor. At that time, the two of us went to Qingshui Town to deliver tofu.

Money is tight. When buying steamed buns, he eats the vegetable fillings and leaves the meat fillings for her.

She always eats very deliciously.

After going back and forth, he must have decided that meat buns are her favorite in his mind, right?

Looking at the meat bun in her hand, the corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curved into a happy smile.

When Xiaoyu returned to the wedding room after eating and drinking, she saw Yang Ruoqing sitting by the bed.

He was grabbing a big meat bun and chewing it with relish.

"Ah, where did you get the meat buns?" Xiao Yu asked in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiaoyu while eating: "What do you think?"

Xiao Yu was startled for a moment, and then she guessed something.

"Hey, you have taken over the most warm-hearted and considerate good man in the world. I can't help but envy you!" Xiaoyu said exaggeratedly.

Yang Ruoqing laughed and then ate the bun in her hand.

Xiaoyu put the things in her hands on the table: "I brought you chicken legs and duck legs!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "I can eat big meat buns, but I can't eat chicken legs or duck legs."

Xiaoyu clicked her tongue and said, "The meat buns sent by Tang Yazi are more delicious than chicken legs and duck legs. Okay, if you don't want to eat them, I will!"

…

Ever since Luo Fengtang came over and delivered two meat buns, Yang Ruoqing had never had the chance to see him.

She knew that there were too many guests coming and going at home today.

From my own village, from Yujia Village, and from Zhengjia Village.

All the relatives and friends of both men and women, including Zuo Junmo, Xu Mang, and Chef Zhou from Tianxiang House in Qingshui Town, all came to congratulate him.

There must be an endless stream of guests at home.

As the male host, he must be very busy today.

"Qing'er, you, the bride, really sit comfortably on the wedding bed." Xiaoyu said.

"Aren't you worried that Tang Yazi will be persuaded to get drunk and that he won't be able to marry you when he's drunk?" she joked.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "People feel refreshed during happy events, so it doesn't matter if they get drunk. We can have a wedding tomorrow night or the night after!"

Xiaoyu covered her mouth and smiled.

There were footsteps coming towards the house again. Xiao Yu quickly stood up and said, "I guess it must be Tang Yazi again."

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's unlikely."

As soon as the words fell, a slender and tall figure entered the wedding room.

The person who came turned out to be Mu Zichuan.

He was covered in dust and fatigue, and he looked as if he had traveled a long distance in flight.

"Zichuan, when did you come back?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

"Xiaoyu, hurry up, help me make a bowl of tea for Zichuan." She quickly ordered.

But Muzichuan said to Xiaoyu: "No need to make tea, Xiaoyu, could you please go to the main room and stay for a while?"

"ah?"

"I have a few words that I want to say to Qing'er."

Muzichuan Road.

Xiao Yu turned her questioning eyes to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Mu Zichuan and said, "Zichuan, please don't embarrass Xiaoyu, and don't embarrass me. If you have anything to say, just say it in front of us."

Muzichuan's gloomy gaze fell on Yang Ruoqing.

"I just want to be alone with you for a while, just for a while." He whispered.

"Can't you satisfy me with such a small wish?" he asked, with a pleading look on his face.

Let a noble and proud man speak in such a low voice.

To be honest, Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear it.

But--

"Zichuan, it's not that I don't satisfy you, but today is my wedding day."

"I am married to Luo Fengtang, the daughter-in-law of the old Luo family."

"My husband is greeting guests in the front yard, but I am alone with a man in the wedding room in the backyard."

"Those who understand the truth will not make blind guesses. However, we are always afraid that there are those who are trying to catch the wind and crush people to death under their tongues. It is better for us to be cautious."

She moved every word with emotion and reason.

Mu Zichuan listened silently, then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Qing'er, you are right, I was reckless." He said.

Then, he took out a scroll from the bottom of his sleeve and placed it on the table.

"You and Brother Fengtang are getting married, and I was far away in Qing'an County and didn't have time to prepare gifts."

"This is a painting I drew. Just give it to you as a little gift. Don't dislike it."

After saying this, he turned around and left.

When he reached the arched wooden screen connecting the wedding room and the main room, his steps suddenly stopped.

He held the screen tightly with his slender fingers and glanced slightly sideways.

"Since this is your final choice, then live a good life with Brother Fengtang. I wish you all the best!"

After saying these words, Mu Zichuan ran out of the house without looking back.

The footsteps quickly faded away.

In the room, Xiao Yu quickly came to Yang Ruoqing's side.

"Open it quickly and see what this great talent has drawn!" she urged.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment and looked back.

"Um."

She responded softly, opened the scroll in her hand, and slowly spread it flat on the table to look at it.

"Ah, what a beautiful picture!"

Xiao Yu exclaimed.

He tilted his head and looked at the portrait on the snow-white paper.

"Qing'er, why do I feel that this beauty standing in the field has very similar facial features and eyebrows to yours?"

Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly.

The moment she opened the portrait, a familiar feeling came over her.

Muzichuan obviously painted it based on her facial features.

"Yeah, there's even a poem written here. He really is a great talent." Xiaoyu said again.

"Qing'er, please read it to me quickly!"

Yang Ruoqing's eyes immediately fell on the row of powerful yet handsome words in the lower left corner.

He didn't say it out loud, but he was thinking silently in his heart:

The past time was like a dream.

Every inch of field, every inch of soul-breaking ground.

The wind blows the sand, and the butterflies fall in love with the flowers.

Childhood sweethearts, a story that lasts through the ages.

Cherish the passing years and regret the past.

Nature plays tricks on people, and fate is a coincidence.

The man has affection, but the concubine has no intention.

Overlapping tear marks hide the brocade characters.

Missing Qing is like running water, life has its own feelings and it is hard to let go!

Love is hard to break...

Yang Ruoqing muttered these last three words silently, her beautiful eyebrows frowning slightly.

During this period of time together, we fought side by side to control floods, provide disaster relief, and fight against the plague.

She thought that she and Mu Zichuan had broken out of the original strange circle.

You can get along happily and naturally like friends who share the same goals.

But now, I saw the meaning he wanted to express hidden between the lines.

She sighed softly.

No predestined relationship means no predestined relationship. Just as he said himself, fate has its way with people.

"Qing'er, what did Muzichuan write? Tell me quickly!" Xiaoyu asked again.

Yang Ruoqing gathered her thoughts, put the scroll away again, and raised her lips with a smile.
Chapter completed!