Dressed as an ancient leftover man

Chapter 62

A few days later, Lu Zhengan and Song Huaishu were at home picking up walnuts and chestnuts from the mountains. They saw the sound of horse hoofbeats at the door. Lu Zhengan and Song Huaishu looked up and saw that Ji Yuexian had already walked in with his clothes in hand, and behind him was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The boy was holding a baggage in his hand. The bag seemed to be heavy. The boy was so tired that his face turned red.

When Ji Yuexian walked in, Lu Zhengan and Song Huaishu stood up from the small stools and walked a few steps forward to greet him.

"Why are Mr. Ji here? I thought you and the old lady had already left for home."

Ji Yuexian tapped the palm of his hand with the folding fan and glanced at Lu Zhengan with a sad expression. "I would like to leave, but the old lady is concerned and refuses. Can I? Is there anything I can do?"

Hearing this, Lu Zheng'an felt moved and couldn't help but ask: "Is the old lady in good health?"

"Okay, everything is fine now. We plan to leave back to Jiang'an Town tomorrow, and go to Beijing in two days. Before leaving, the old lady wants to burn incense sticks for your mother. Why don't you take Nanny Zhang to your mother? It's a tomb, so I'll ride up the mountain quickly."

Upon hearing that the old lady wanted to come over later, Song Huaishu turned to look at Lu Zheng'an and said in a low voice: "I'll go to the kitchen to boil some tea first, in case the old lady comes over and we don't even have a mouthful of tea. It's really rude." ."

Lu Zheng'an admired Song Huaishu's thoughtfulness, gently shook his hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, you go first."

Ji Yuexian couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw the sticky looks of the two people, but he couldn't hide the envy in his eyes.

"I'm really not ashamed at all to do some work and just mess around."

Hearing Ji Yuexian's words, Lu Zhengan couldn't help but glance at him. "It's just a handshake. There's no fuss. Mr. Ji, if you're jealous, just say it. There's no need to put vinegar in this sour lunch."

Ji Yuexian glared at Lu Zheng'an, only to feel that Lu Zheng'an had become more and more disrespectful to him since they recognized their marriage. But if he really found fault with him, he couldn't find anything. He was so angry that the folding fan in Ji Yuexian's hand almost shook out.

Seeing this, Lu Zhengan stopped prodding him and looked up at the sun above his head. Seeing that it was almost midnight, the old lady would naturally leave food if she brought someone over. So, Lu Zheng'an asked Ji Yuexian how many servers Mrs. Ji came with this time.

When Ji Yuexian heard this, he glanced at Lu Zheng'an and said, "Not many. Including me and the old lady, there are only six people here. What, do you want to leave some food?"

Lu Zheng'an nodded and dusted off his hands, walked towards the wooden basin and said: "Mr. Ji and the old lady are leaving soon, and they have to cook and entertain. However, right now, they are going to town to buy things. I'm afraid it's too late, so just make some home-cooked meals."

Lu Zhengan bent down and washed his hands, then stepped into the kitchen room. He opened the lid of the pot and saw that Song Huaishu had added a lot of water, so he put the lid back on.

"I'm afraid the old lady is here today to save some food. We can't buy it now when we go down the mountain. Let's cook and eat the chicken that my father and mother brought when they came here."

"Okay, we can't finish such a big chicken, so we'll just cook it." Song Huaishu turned sideways and added a piece of firewood to the stove, and continued to ask: "Can I just make one chicken?" Would it be too simple?"