Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 64

"Drink some plum soup?" Yan Cheng took Song Jinshu's hand and walked into the house, placing the porcelain-white bowl on the mahogany table, "These plums are knotted on the plum trees in the yard in the early spring of this year, and Jing Shu makes them every year. The dried plums are used to make wine and make soup." The

inner wall of the glazed bowl is cyan, filled with clear plum soup, and a few broken plums can be seen sinking at the bottom of the bowl, with debris floating around.

Knowing that there were two people living in the yard, Jingshu only brought a bowl of plum soup over, Song Jinshu pouted in displeasure, not too happy for Jingshu's flattery to Yancheng.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yan Cheng deliberately wanted to tease him, so he picked up the plum soup from the table and made a gesture to bring it to his mouth.

"No!" Song Jinshu grabbed Yan Cheng's wrist, forbid him to put the mouth of the bowl to his mouth, and finally bent over to his hand, and drank the bowl of plum soup.

"Hmm..."

Song Jinshu's whole face wrinkled due to the sourness, and the plum juice on the corner of his mouth slipped from the corner of his mouth because of pursed lips.

Yan Cheng hugged Song Jinshu's waist sitting on his lap, gently reached out and wiped the light-colored juice from the corner of his mouth, and stuck out his tongue in front of Song Jinshu to lick off the liquid on it.

"You..." Song Jinshu knew that Yan Cheng was teasing himself, struggling to get up from his thigh, but was pinched by Yan Cheng's waist and pressed against his thigh.

Ever since Song Jinshu's belly bulged a little, Yan Cheng always liked to let him ride on his body, and then put his hand on his slightly bulging belly.

"He's grown so fast."

Yan Cheng's voice was a little hoarse. He rested his head on Song Jinshu's soft chest. Song Jinshu was in poor health, and Yan Cheng didn't dare to touch him for nearly a month.

This will be entangled with lust, and he suppressed his fingertips to tremble slightly, his fingers tightened unconsciously, leaving a few green marks on Song Jinshu's waist.

Song Jinshu took a deep breath, put his arms around Yan Cheng's head, and said softly, "But, he's very good."

"Well," Yan Cheng replied in a gruff voice, "Fortunately he is obedient. If he dares to torment you if he is disobedient, When he comes out, I will definitely spank his ass."

Song Jinshu chuckled, feeling in his heart that Yan Cheng is becoming more and more like a child.

The two kept warm for a moment, when there was a knock on the door by a maid, Song Jinshu's body froze, and he naturally hid in Yan Cheng's arms.

"What's the matter?"

"Second Master, Miss Jingshu asked you and the young master to go to the front hall for dinner."

"Understood, you can go down."

The footsteps outside the door became less and less, and Song Jinshu pouted from Yancheng's mouth. Standing up, he said, "Miss Jingshu, I like it very, very much, you."

Yan Cheng pretended not to understand, lowered his head indifferently and fastened the cinnamon pattern on his neckline, nodded in response. : "I rescued her from the bandits, settled her in my villa, and promised her that I would marry her as my wife in two years.

" Eyes watched Yan Cheng's fingers flexibly fasten the buckle coefficient, and there was a small light brown mole between his index finger and thumb.

"I'm so nice to her, how could she not like me?"

After speaking, he pushed his knees between Song Jinshu's legs, rubbed it a few times, and asked Song Jinshu with a smile, "If it were you, what would you do? Do you like me?" It

was clear that Yan Cheng was asking about Jing Shu's feelings for him, but Song Jinshu felt that it was like Yan Cheng was asking him.

The hand hanging by his side tightened, Song Jinshu didn't look at Yan Cheng's expression, and after he helped him fasten the buckle, he took a big step forward uncomfortably to distance himself from him.

"I don't know, I like it."

Knowing that Song Jinshu was being stubborn, Yan Cheng smiled and didn't care, followed Song Jinshu's pace and led the person into the front hall.

Jing Shu was already sitting in the front hall, and when she saw Yan Cheng and Song Jinshu come in, she stood up to greet him.

"Second Master, Song... Young Master, you are here."

Yan Cheng nodded at her, opened the chair for Song Jinshu, waited for him to sit down first, and then sat down beside Song Jinshu.

"You don't have to wait for us in the future, just bring dinner to our room."

Jing Shu was stunned. The boiled fish she was about to put in Yan Cheng's bowl slipped from between the chopsticks. She was about to ask something when she saw that Yan Cheng had already Looking back, he tilted his head and asked Song Jinshu what he wanted to eat.

"Oh, I see."

Yan Cheng didn't like maids to serve him when he was eating, and Jing Shu didn't arrange for maids to follow him in order to cater to him. He would hear Song Jinshu tell Yan Cheng that he wanted to eat fish, but forgot to ask Yan Cheng. His opinion directly called the maid in from the door.

"Young master wants to eat fish, you can add a few pieces of fish for him and remove the thorns."

Yan Cheng raised his head and glanced at the maid, stretched out his hand and pushed the maid's hand away with the end of his chopsticks.

"You don't need to serve," Yan Cheng personally took a piece of delicious and plump fish from the bowl of boiled fish in the center, carefully removed all the thorns from the fish, and threw it into Song Jinshu's bowl, "Have a taste. Is it suitable?" The

maid stood aside, neither staying nor staying, and cast an embarrassed look at Jing Shu for help.

Jing Shu sat down on the chair a little dejected, waved her hand and let her go out.

The chef of the villa was invited by Yan Cheng from the famous guest house in Youdu, and he is very good at cooking. But after Song Jinshu bit the piece of fish into his mouth, he covered his mouth, tilted his head and frowned.

"What's wrong? Is it not to your taste?"

Yan Cheng hurriedly poured water, completely drying Jing Shu aside.

Song Jinshu lowered his head to the side of the teacup and took a sip of the mouthwash tea with Yan Cheng's hand.

"It's too fishy."

Yan Cheng, who had just tasted fish and didn't feel fishy, ​​didn't realize anything, but thought that Song Jinshu was pregnant and his taste was a little more sensitive than usual.

"Then try this green vegetable. It's picked from the vegetable field behind the yard."

"It's too salty."

"This is the rich shrimp. The chef in the famous hotel is best at making this."

"It's too oily."

This At that time, he didn't know that Song Jinshu was making trouble. Yan Cheng's life had been in vain for the past 20 years. He looked at Song Jinshu with great interest, embarrassing himself, and at the same time he felt that his expression was too entangled.

In cooperation with him, he asked him to taste all the dishes on the table, and Jing Shu's expression on the side was ugly as if he had swallowed a live fly.

She wanted to interrupt Song Jinshu's interaction with Yancheng several times, and warned Song Jinshu that she should look like a wife. At the same time, she was jealous that Song Jinshu could be held in Yancheng's hands like this, and she felt that she really couldn't walk into Yancheng anymore. heart.

Yan Cheng put his other hand on the wooden table to cover his lips that couldn't hide his smile, and added chopsticks of shredded potatoes to Song Jinshu's bowl.

Song Jinshu, who felt that he was going too far, blushed and held Yan Cheng's hand, his voice was as low as a mosquito: "Yes, it's okay, Xianggong, Xianggong eats."

Never expected that Song Jinshu would call him in front of outsiders Xianggong, Yan Cheng's face was full of surprise. He slapped his chopsticks on the table, got up and was about to go to the kitchen: "What lady wants to eat, I'll go to the kitchen and cook it for you!"

Song Jinshu hurriedly grabbed Yan Cheng's sleeve , and couldn't help but glance at Jing Shu with a smug expression.

"No, no need."