My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 691 - 426 Before Dinner

At dusk, the setting sun was a molten gold.

The autumn breeze arose, blowing from the mainland toward the North Sea.

In the Wutong Street of the eastern part of Du You City, near the cliff by the sea of the East City, the street led straight to the seaside, right where the wind was the noisiest.

A young Confucian scholar, who had changed his clothes five times that day, dressed in a crossed-collar long gown and with rolled-up sleeves, stepped out of a residence named Qinglian Bureau located centrally on Wutong Street. Trailing behind him was a slender girl with twin buns, her eyes lively and spirited.

This playful young girl, harboring a Class A Flying Sword within her Heart Lake, happily followed Rong’er, lifting one delicate foot at that moment, playfully hopping over the threshold.

"Rong’er, wait for me," she exclaimed.

After bouncing over, Qian’er satisfiedly clapped her hands, but as soon as she looked up, she saw Zhao Rong walking away quickly, not looking back at her.

The autumn wind howled; Zhao Rong crossed his arms and tightened his clothing, and upon hearing her, he came somewhat back to his senses, slowing his pace slightly while walking and glancing sideways down the straight Wutong Street toward the slowly setting sun.

Qian’er quickly caught up, extending her small hand to hold his right hand.

Actually, on normal days in Taiching Prefecture, she wasn’t so playful and cute, nor did she walk so slowly that others needed to wait for her.

However, whenever Qian’er was by this person’s side, she couldn’t help but become childish, even getting slightly flustered and anxious if he didn’t wait for her while walking.

At that moment, Qian’er looked up at Zhao Rong’s expression and squinted, saying crisply, "Rong’er, what are you thinking about? You’ve been like this since this afternoon."

"Ah, it’s nothing. Just some matters at the Academy... quite bothersome," he replied.

"Oh," Qian’er responded softly, not wishing to disturb him further.

The young girl tiptoed and reached up to tidy Zhao Rong’s hurriedly changed and untidy collar.

Zhao Rong then lowered his head for a glance, thereafter smiling at her and patting her small hand.

Qian’er, holding his hand and embracing his arm, smiled sweetly.

Zhao Rong turned his face away and took a deep breath.

"Rong’er, our reservation is for the Cloud Sea Ferry at the second quarter of the Hai hour tonight, heading back to Great Li. After dinner, we can rest a bit before hurrying to the city outskirts to catch the boat," she said.

"Mm."

"Rong’er, why did you think to invite the Teacher and fellow students from the Academy for dinner today?" Qian’er asked curiously.

Zhao Rong smiled, but said nothing.

The two left Wutong Street and headed towards a quiet alley nearby; at the end of the alley was a small eatery named Summer Insect Pavilion, with few customers.

Qian’er looked towards it and chuckled, "But you suddenly inviting them for dinner worried the second wife; she was running all over the place."

Zhao Rong helplessly replied, "I didn’t ask her to fuss over it; I said just to eat casually, whatever’s convenient. Like I told her this morning, we’d just find a decent inn in the city, have a meal, nothing needing to be so formally troublesome. When Zhu Yourong and the others arrive and see how formal it is, they might even feel a bit constrained."

Qian’er tilted her head, countering:

"Rong’er, you consider it a hassle, but neither the second wife nor I find it troublesome at all. You’ve brought classmates and teachers here for a meal; naturally, we should host them well.

"Moreover, how is this considered formal? It’s not like we sent invitations for a banquet. We even took your advice and didn’t arrange it at the Qinglian Inn but came here to Summer Insect Pavilion in Well Frog Alley. See, this place is so small and has so few people—Isn’t this just the casual dining you wanted?"

Zhao Rong slightly frowned, looking ahead towards the small eatery at the remote end of the alley, now in the evening twilight, the place dimly lit.

Wutong Street was a place in the East City known for its wealth and nobility; having such a dilapidated alley nearby was indeed strange. However, the small eatery at the end of this alley named Well Frog, which faced the North Sea, really had few customers.

"Is this a private eatery that requires reservations? Wouldn’t that be very expensive, with so few people here?" Zhao Rong wondered.

Qian’er, with an innocent and earnest look, assured him sincerely, "No reservations needed, one can come whenever they like. It’s the off season, and the shop owner is so troubled by poor business that he’s on the verge of not being able to open. He’d be only too glad for the second wife and us to dine here, let’s hurry."

She didn’t continue questioning Zhao Rong, instead, she grabbed his hand and headed towards Summer Insect Pavilion while continuing to speak:

"Miss has some acquaintance with the owner of the Summer Insect Pavilion, she can let Miss go to the kitchen to cook some dishes to serve along with the restaurant’s dishes. It just meets Miss and your requirements, and it’s close by, so choosing this place is just right."

Zhao Rong wanted to speak.

But Qian’er, without turning back, as if she knew what he was thinking, preempted him:

"Besides, isn’t it only right for your first wife to personally cook a few dishes to entertain your friend and Teacher? Just let her be busy. If Miss doesn’t do it, she would actually be unhappy."

However, Zhao Rong shook his head.

"No, I meant to say, doesn’t Qing Jun only know how to make porridge? When did she learn other cooking skills?"

Zhao Qian’er: "..."

The young maid turned her head, seriously saying, "Rong’er brother, you’d better not say that in front of her, otherwise, Miss will definitely swallow you whole."

Zhao Rong laughed.

At that moment, somewhat relaxed, he had some leisure time, curling the corner of his mouth, "Speaking of which, why doesn’t my second wife join the cooking? Letting only the first wife work is just not right."

Zhao Qian’er pouted.

She hummed softly, "I won’t help her. I talked about Su Qingdai’s matter from Great Li with her this afternoon, and she just pinched my ear. She’s too petty, I won’t help her."

Zhao Rong’s eyelids drooped, "Oh? What did she say about Su Qingdai’s matter?"

Zhao Qian’er glanced at Zhao Rong, "Miss said at that time... she would explain it to you in detail during the meal."

Zhao Rong nodded.

At this time, the two were not far from Summer Insect Pavilion, Zhao Rong looked at the sky and stopped.

"It’s almost time, I will go to the alley entrance to meet them first, you go ahead, no need to follow, I know the way."

Qian’er didn’t think too much and nodded.

Zhao Rong quietly stood at the door for a while, then turned and went to meet Zhu Yourong and Xiaoxiao...

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At that moment, somewhat relaxed, he had some leisure time, curling the corner of his mouth, "Speaking of which, why doesn’t my second wife join the cooking? Letting only the first wife work is just not right."

Zhao Qian’er pouted.

She hummed softly, "I won’t help her. I talked about Su Qingdai’s matter from Great Li with her this afternoon, and she just pinched my ear. She’s too petty, I won’t help her."

Zhao Rong’s eyelids drooped, "Oh? What did she say about Su Qingdai’s matter?"

Zhao Qian’er glanced at Zhao Rong, "Miss said at that time... she would explain it to you in detail during the meal."

Zhao Rong nodded.

At this time, the two were not far from Summer Insect Pavilion

"It’s almost time, I will go to the alley entrance to meet them first, I know the way."

Qian’er didn’t think too much and nodded.

Zhao Rong quietly stood at the door for a while, then turned and went to meet Zhu Yourong and Xiaoxiao...

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