When the snow stopped in the early morning, the dry branches of many rose bushes in the courtyard were covered with thick snow. As the cold wind blew, the bushes rustled with snow.

Leng Qingtang went out of the guest room and saw the snow in the courtyard was swept. On the table in the lobby on the first floor, there were a few dishes with delicate shapes.

There was a golden pancake made of soaked shepherd's purse, ham, bamboo shoots, mushroom shoots, and mayonnaise.

The fried streaky pork and agaric mixed with unfrozen crab roe, shrimp and surimi were the filling. After stuffing them into a paper-thin sticky rice wrapper and steaming, the delicious Siu Mai with five delicacies was finished.

The pleats at that seal were very delicate, specially dyed with cherry blossom rose juice. Lying in the large green plate by pairs, they looked like four roses blooming in the spring.

The leavened dough prepared last night was mixed with milk and osmanthus honey to make oval steamed bread. The filling was the silver sweet roll.

Fresh Four-Joy Chinese sauerkraut salted by summer radish, carrot, celery, and cabbage lay on the white plate.

A large bowl of pumpkin millet porridge was sweet, hot and tantalizing.

Hearing the footstep, Leng Qingtang turned around and saw Gu Yunxi come to the hall with glutinous rice dumplings in sweet rice wine and eggs on a big plate.

"Darling, you, you get up."

Gu Yunxi suddenly stopped. She looked up and suddenly was a little panicked. When Leng Qingtang helped her get the food to the table, she took a peek.

Leng Qingtang stepped back to the side and looked at her calmly and quietly.

She was somewhat uneasy and pulled her hair to the back of her ear. Then she looked down and said gently, "Only we have breakfast today, so I just make these dishes according to your suggestions. It's cold. Drink more hot soup to keep warm."

Her obedience suddenly moved Leng Qingtang. Like a warm spring flowing from his heart, the frozen heart then melted with a soft ripple.

He went to the table, filled the bowl of hot pumpkin porridge, and put it on the opposite side of the empty seat. Then he said softly, "You've been busy in the morning. It's time to rest. Let's sit down and eat together."

He then took his seat first.

Yunxi stared at him quietly. He was having breakfast made by her, and his posture was elegant as an eye-catching picture.

She was so flattered that she quickly sat down in the empty seat. She grabbed a silver sweet roll and chewed it up.

With a warm heart, she was very excited.

Last night, they didn't talk to each other. To repair the relationship as soon as possible, she deliberately got up early today and cleaned the entire loft. She made a few kinds of delicious dishes for breakfast.

Seeing her husband get up, although his face was indifferent as usual, he finally spoke with her, which made Yunxi feel that her hard work wasn't in vain.

Repairing the relationship was more important than anything else. They got together after going through all the difficulties. They just married but had a fight.

It was bad for them not to talk. Misunderstandings must finally be cleared up. She also had to get what the witch wanted.

Yunxi drank a few mouthfuls of soup. She was still wondering whether to say something to him at this moment.

On the opposite, Leng Qingtang drank half a bowl of pumpkin porridge and looked at the glutinous rice dumpling in sweet rice wine with eggs on the table.

The two reached out and held the same spoon.

After tasting pumpkin porridge, Leng Qingtang wanted to taste the glutinous rice dumpling in sweet rice wine.

And Yunxi wanted to help him, because she knew he wanted to drink it.

They looked at each other with startled eyes. Naturally, their fingertips touched.

The young woman's skin was delicate and silky like a fine soft brocade, and the touch was wonderful.

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Leng Qingtang was touched. However, he maintained calm and said nothing.

Yunxi immediately flushed with soft eyes.

Then Leng Qingtang pulled his hand back.

Yunxi was a little disappointed and thought he would hold her hands.

In that case, was it logical that they were reconciled?

Leng Qingtang sat down again. He looked up and secretly looked at his wife who was aggrieved.

"Darling, please serve two balls for me."

He stared at her with a smile.

She was so surprised that she nodded in an instant, "Okay. Okay."

Using a clean porcelain bowl, she took two round glutinous rice dumplings and poured half a bowl of fermented glutinous rice soup. She also especially took some eggs and held the bowl to his husband.

"I'll clean up the house and you can rest. The snow has stopped outside. It's time to move to the business street in a day or two."

Leng Qingtang swallowed half of Siu Mai with five delicacies and said softly.

Yunxi agreed happily, "I'll help too. The big pieces in this loft are left by Hua'er. Our clothes can be packed easily in only a few bags."

The breakfast was a good start. They echoed each other and their relationship tended to be close.

Thanks to Leng Qingtang's help, Yunxi's workload was not heavy on this day.

Before sunset, all the items in the loft were packed up.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll hire a carriage."

Leng Qingtang said to himself, looking at the wooden boxes and parcels piled up in the corner, and carefully checking them.

Yunxi knew that tomorrow Lu Qiange would come, so she perfunctorily answered, "Okay. Everything is at your disposal, darling."

The dinner was simple. When Yunxi rushed upstairs happily, the bedroom was still empty.

Although Leng Qingtang made some efforts to repair their relationship, at the critical moment, he was determined to save face.

Yunxi sat on the bed depressingly to think of an idea.

Tomorrow was the last day to deliver things to the witch. There was no time to delay.

The goods that Yunxi needed to sell in the drug shop in the business street with Lu Qiange were still in the kitchen.

Anyway, she must come up with an idea to successfully get him to take the medicine so that she could get something out of him.

In fact, the solution was not difficult. If he refused to come up, she went down.

She did not believe that her husband who always loved her would shut her out if she took the initiative.

Yunxi took off a pair of simple hairpins in front of the makeup table and her hair dishevelled.

She looked at the bronze mirror opposite her. It would be a big mistake if the young features were applied heavy make-up.

Thinking of this, Yunxi smiled.

Taking the white rouge box on the table and opening it, she only dipped a little on her fingertips and thinly applied it to her mouth. Then she opened the neckline and to show the little purple dress inside.

Taking off a pair of embroidered shoes, Yunxi walked with bare feet in the dark light and carefully went down the stairs.

The door of the guest room on the first floor was closed, and orange-red candlelight poured out of the gap at the bottom of the door.

It seemed that her husband didn't sleep.

Approaching lightly, she gently opened the door.

The creaking sound of opening the door was slight, but it disturbed Leng Qingtang.

At this time, he was lying on his back in bed with hands crossed on the back of his head. He was squirming whether to go back upstairs to sleep.

A day and two nights passed and he recovered his perfect composure.

Anyway, he was a man who was 12 years older than Yunxi. Why did he have to fight with his wife in the end?

Yunxi unexpectedly appeared in front of the room, which was a great surprise to him.

In the early winter of wester tribes, the temperature at night was very cold here. She wore only a thin nighty, standing in the cold room. The opening of the neckline revealed her neck and her seductive figure.

Leng Qingtang got up with blurred eyes. He looked at her senselessly and couldn't say anything.

"Darling...I, I'm afraid..."

Before he spoke, she said softly with one hand on her chest, "It's dark and cold upstairs... I can't sleep..."

She wasn't the only one who had a sleepless night.

With a pause, she raised her watery almond-shaped eyes and looked at her husband. Those two crystal-clear lights let people unrested.

He couldn't help but get up and walk up to her with self-accusation.

What was it that made him hate himself who was originally angry with her?

How abominable was he that he tortured such a clever wife?

With a hit in his chest, his wife crashed into his arms and pulled his clothes. She seemed to be greatly grieved and asked, "Darling, I'm wrong. Don't be angry. Don't give me the cold shoulder, okay?"