My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 702 - 434 Zhao Rong: Daily Little Tricks of a Scumbag in Action

Chapter 702: Chapter 434 Zhao Rong: Daily Little Tricks of a Scumbag in Action

In the Summer Insect Pavilion, by the table.

Fan Yushu firmly held his good friend’s hand, a serious expression on his face, "Ziyu, the education I received since childhood doesn’t allow me to waste food."

Zhao Rong smiled, "Then just eat it all up."

He brushed Fan Yushu’s hand aside without a trace, then turned his head, "Next, Qian’er, give me your bowl."

Damn, heartless. Fan Yushu grimaced.

Off to the side, little Qian’er had already put down the pitch-black wine jug. At the moment, while no one was paying attention, she sneakily took a bite of the vegetables, adorably sipped at it, and squinted her eyes in delight.

Seeing Zhao Rong look over, she quickly withdrew her chopsticks.

"Oh~"

Zhao Qian’er handed over her bowl, chirping happily, "Time to eat!"

She rubbed her chopsticks together, then habitually placed the tips of her chopsticks into her mouth. Biting onto the two chopsticks with her silver teeth, she looked eagerly at Zhao Rong who was serving the food.

Zhao Rong filled little Qian’er’s bowl to the brim, then glanced at Fan Yushu.

"Learn something. Even my Qian’er is better than you."

Fan Yushu: "......"

The people sitting by the table couldn’t help but chuckle.

After teasing his friend, Zhao Rong casually looked away, glancing at his wife and Su Xiaoxiao to see them chatting and laughing with each other.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

By this time, Lingfei had already distributed the bowls and chopsticks, and Zhao Rong was just about done serving everyone’s dinner, with only Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao left.

The two women were waiting at the end of the line, chatting without hurry.

Zhao Rong reached out to them with a smile, asking for their bowls.

Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao paused their conversation.

The former looked over at him.

However, Su Xiaoxiao didn’t look at Zhao Rong.

Chopsticks in hand, Su Xiaoxiao stood up with her bowl, intending to serve herself.

She yielded to Lingfei, not wanting to compete with her.

But Zhao Rong reached out his large hand without a second word and "took" the bowl from her hands.

"Miss Su, let me help you serve."

As he spoke, he also took Lingfei’s bowl and served food for both women at the same time.

Thinking of running away? Not a chance! Little missy.

Zhao Rong thought to himself with a smug sense of satisfaction and subconsciously wanted to glance sideways at a certain dumb little Fox Demon, just like he used to bully her and wouldn’t let her run away.

But the next second, he held back.

Qing Jun was sitting right there.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had stood up, bowed her head and glanced at her empty, fair little hand. Her crystal-clear eyes flickered, and she pursed her pink lips.

At this moment, Lingfei seated beside her, glanced at her and pulled the little Fox Demon back down to sit.

Lingfei chuckled and shook her beautiful, round head, "Let him do it."

"Oh."

Zhao Rong expertly served Qing Jun her food and then picked up Su Xiaoxiao’s bowl.

He paused, looking down.

"Miss Su, do you eat a lot?"

Just like Qing Jun and Qian’er, he knew very well that little Xiaoxiao didn’t eat much. Throughout the journey to Du You, she learned many Human Clan customs from Zhao Rong, including the correct way to hold a bowl and chopsticks while eating.

Before that, when the little Fox Demon had first scurried down from the mountains, eating sweet and sour pork ribs meant licking her paws—ahem, licking her fingers and the plate—and often being scalded to tears, looking at him pitifully.

God knows how awkward it was for Zhao Rong and Liu Sanbian to take her to an inn in the market to eat. So along the way, Zhao Rong didn’t just teach the little Fox Demon needlework—which could also exercise nimble fingers, right? Handy for pinching chopsticks, practicing from thick to thin.

All the same, little by little, step by step... As his thoughts reached this point, Zhao Rong inwardly muttered to himself.

Su Xiaoxiao had no idea that someone was feeling a sense of accomplishment, internally recapping his educational achievements.

She looked up at Zhao Rong, who was smiling and focused, and said with seriousness:

"Uh, I can’t eat too much."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows, "How can that be."

He paused, then shook his head after giving Su Xiaoxiao a glance:

"Miss Su, you’re so slender and frail, a bit like Qian’er. You really should eat more, why bother saving food?

"Who says women must be delicate and slim to be beautiful? Beauty comes in thousands of forms. Plump and rosy can also be very cute. Hmm, I always tell Qian’er the same thing..."

While saying this, Zhao Rong’s hands didn’t idle. Holding Su Xiaoxiao’s bowl, he scooped in a few ladles of rice, then used the rice spoon to press it down, and continued to fill it until it was the same as little Qian’er’s.

Heaped with a full bowl.

Su Xiaoxiao wanted to say she no longer wanted to bear someone a chubby baby. What was wrong with liking to be a bit thinner and more slender, and not wanting to eat more of your rice?

However, with that woman by her side, such a coquettish remark was something the little fox demon couldn’t bring herself to say.

At that moment, everyone politely waited for the content young Confucian Scholar to finish dishing up the last two bowls of rice, for Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao, before they would all start to eat together.

Of course, a certain gluttonous young lady with peach blossom eyes had already quietly begun to take some dishes, but everyone pretended not to see, at most responding with a friendly smile.

The atmosphere at the table fell into a brief silence before the meal.

Only the sounds of Shopkeeper Zhao and Bing Niang finishing up with the oil lamps could be heard nearby, along with the clunking noise as Gui set down the wooden stools in the hallway.

Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao, who were waiting by Zhao Rong for their bowls, were holding their chopsticks too, not really talking or looking at each other.

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her eyelids and glanced at the square-edged wooden chopsticks.

She spread one palm flat, placed the two chopsticks on it, covered them with her other small hand, brought her hands together in front of her chest, and began rubbing the chopsticks together.

This movement resembled the act of scrubbing chopsticks while washing dishes.

Out of boredom, Su Xiaoxiao unconsciously made this gesture, only to sense in the next second that the surrounding silence suddenly became... eerily still.

Dazed, Su Xiaoxiao looked up and met Zhao Lingfei’s eyes, who had raised her head almost at the same time.

The little fox demon then saw... Zhao Lingfei’s hands gently rubbing the chopsticks in front of her soft chest.

She was taken aback.

Everyone else in the hall had a very strange expression.

For before their eyes, Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao had almost simultaneously been rubbing chopsticks while bowing their heads, and now, both women had raised their heads at the same time and saw each other...and the identical movements of rubbing their chopsticks.

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

Zhao Lingfei: "..."

Both women’s gaze fell on each other’s hands and chopsticks.

Suddenly, the atmosphere beside the table was incredibly odd.

Zhao Rong, who was blissfully serving rice to the two ladies at the same time, was about to pass the bowls as he chuckled, "My lady, Miss Su, dinner is served, hey, what’s with you guys..."

The one holding a bowl in each hand glanced up just in time to see this scene, and for a moment, he was stunned, "...rubbing...rubbing chopsticks."

Zhao Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao, who had been staring blankly at each other, turned their heads slowly to look at him upon hearing this.

"......"

Zhao Rong suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine, and his right eyelid twitched fiercely.

Above his head loomed a giant "danger" sign!

But before he could react or improvise, one of the women made the first move.

Zhao Lingfei cast a brief glance at her stunned husband, then turned her eyes back, lowering them to focus on Su Xiaoxiao’s suspended hands, as well as the chopsticks that seemed to have stopped rubbing between them.

The autumn-eyed lady pursed her lips slightly, set down the chopsticks in her hand, then turned to the young fox demon with slightly widened eyes, and said seriously, "Miss Su, do...does your Fox Clan in the mountains also have this habit before meals?"

Su Xiaoxiao mumbled, "Ah... ah..."

Zhao Lingfei’s brows lightly furrowed, turning to exchange a glance with the now halting-eating Zhao Qian’er, who also seemed surprised.

Qian’er, the little girl, had a piece of braised pork in her mouth that she hadn’t managed to swallow, her lips glistening with grease, her cheeks puffed out, and she sounded puzzled with an "Hmm":

"Su... Miss Su, this habit before meals was taught by a close elder of ours, it seems to be a custom from her hometown."

Zhao Lingfei’s eyelids drooped, her lips pressed softly.

In her mind flashed images... Of her childhood at the Duke Mansion, in front of a rich dinner table, with a gentle and kind middle-aged lady serving food to three children greedy for dishes, then joining her, Rong’er, and Qian’er in rubbing chopsticks and calling out ’Let’s eat’ together in unison, the gentle lady watching the boisterous trio affectionately, occasionally ruffling the head of the big boy next to her, serving him and the others food...

At this moment, Su Xiaoxiao withdrew her small hands behind her back, one of her foot tips twisting the ground under the table.

She bit her lip, her heart in turmoil, and stammered out, "Um, um, is that so..."

Zhao Qian’er cocked her head, glanced at the silent young lady, and then... also glanced at the calm Rong’er.

Then she turned back, the astuteness in her peach blossom eyes narrowing as she nodded on behalf of the other two, carefully observing this fox demon girl named Su Xiaoxiao, "That’s right, that close elder... has been gone for a very long time now."

"May I ask who taught you?"

In the silent hall, Zhao Qian’er tilted her head and smiled.

The hands of a certain young Confucian Scholar holding the rice bowls trembled.

Su Xiaoxiao: ⊙ω⊙!

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PS: Sorry, brothers, I slept like the dead... woke up at eleven. (Also, I’m changing the title, don’t worry.)

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