The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 814 - 174: No Longer Surnamed Shen_2

Chapter 814: Chapter 174: No Longer Surnamed Shen_2

If Sir Fang truly has feelings for Ms. Shen, and she becomes part of the Fang family, solidifying her status, it may be a bit disgraceful, but she will at least be an official officer’s wife in the end. Yet, Ms. Shen traveled such a long distance, and Sir Fang only has eyes for his cousin, showing such callous indifference towards Ms. Shen. Fortunately, she encountered the legitimate seventh Young Master, and by associating with him, her reputation can be kept intact, and the situation won’t turn too ugly.

The rented house hadn’t been lived in for a while, but because of the New Year, offerings needed to be arranged, so it was cleaned well in advance. As soon as it was heard that Young Master Shen and his sister Ms. Shen would be staying for a few days, the landlord immediately brought over charcoal and heated up the kang, lit firepots in the rooms, cleaned the kitchen, boiled hot water, and lit the stove.

Shen Songming gave it a look and ordered that the bedding, dishes, and utensils all be replaced with new ones, and incense be lit before he headed straight to Liu’er Alley. He came over before dawn and hadn’t even had breakfast yet.

Liu’er Alley was bustling. Pei Wendong and Xiao Yong came back, and Chang Yonglin followed suit, bringing a cartload of various items, several large boxes in tow.

There was also someone who trailed after them, Ji Bingchu, contentedly sipping hot sheep’s milk, boasting that he was the one who saved Shen Songming.

No one had yet had breakfast, so Pei Qin ordered a redo—braised meat with vermicelli, stir-fried chives with eggs, freshly boiled noodles, steamed hot dough buns with chives and egg filling, chicken soup wontons, millet porridge, and soy milk.

"Hot dough buns with chives and egg filling!?" Shen Songming’s sharp nose picked up the scent. He stood at the kitchen door and sniffed it out.

"Your arm’s broken, but your nose seems to have gotten sharper!" Pei Qin looked back at him.

"Only my arm is broken, not my nose!" Shen Songming shot her a look and cheerfully entered the kitchen. It had been so long since he’d seen her cook. Without that blind Mo Heng around, he could eat two big plates of these hot dough buns!

Mo Heng, who had been talking in the hall with Pei Wendong and the others, quickly slipped into the kitchen.

Shen Songming snorted at him and, reaching for a hot bun just out of the steamer, juggled it between his hands as it was hot, blowing on it to cool it off.

Pei Qin’s lips twitched, "Where’s your sister!?"

Shen Songming was about to say he didn’t have a sister when he remembered Shen Rou. He rolled his eyes, "Who knows where she’s crying now! I’ve rented a house to stay in temporarily. I’ll take her home when I go back for the New Year!" His visit to Yuanyang County was meant to avoid going home for New Year’s. He couldn’t stand those match-making sessions, feeling like a movable mountain of gold. Now, because of Shen Rou, he had to go back anyway.

Mo Heng suddenly thought Shen Rou’s presence was very appropriate.

Breakfast was served not separating men from women, everyone sat around a large table; even Jiujiu sat in her uncle’s lap, gnawing on a bun and drinking sheep’s milk.

Pei Wendong, while telling stories of the trip, didn’t forget to feed Jiujiu a bite of food.

"Thankfully I broke my left arm!" Shen Songming snatched the last hot dough bun from the plate, smugly glancing at Ji Bingchu.

Ji Bingchu, who didn’t get the last hot dough bun, held his chopsticks and shot Shen Songming a bewitching smile, "I’ll let you have it!"

Shen Songming snorted and bit into it with a big bite.

Ji Bingchu turned his head to look at Pei Qin with a plaintive expression, "Little darling! Are there any more buns? I’m not full yet!"

"If you wish to die, I don’t mind sending you to heaven for New Year’s," Mo Heng’s icy gaze slid over.

"I almost went to heaven this time, little darling, you don’t know how dangerous it was!" Ji Bingchu had barely finished speaking when a pair of chopsticks arrived at a rapid speed, aiming for his eyes.

Ji Bingchu yelled in shock, quickly dodging, "Take care of your man! He’s murdering someone!"

The chopsticks flew straight past him, sticking into the thick wall at the entrance.

Ji Bingchu turned his head to look and, not convinced, said, "Your martial arts have improved again, bullying the weak!"

"If I hear you use that nickname again, next time, you won’t have the chance to dodge," Mo Heng said with a dark face in a cold voice.

Pei Qin also flipped him a glance. Little darling... he’s even addicted to saying it!

Ji Bingchu pouted, "Little Yongyong is almost becoming a flatbread thanks to you guys!"

Xiao Yong, with a stiff little face, looked up at him. "Uncle, can you change the nickname?"

Ji Bingchu, seeing everyone’s disapproval, mimicked Shen Songming, rolling his eyes and snorting, watching as Mo Heng picked up another pair of chopsticks and also settled for a bowl of millet porridge.

Hong Xia and the others had just cleared the bowls and chopsticks when they brought over tea and blessed oranges.

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