My Wife Is A Sword Immortal-Chapter 704 - 435 Su Xiaoxiao: I Really Don’t Want to Talk to You (5000 words)_2

Requests from a close friend are hard to refuse.

At this moment, Zhu Yourong put down her chopsticks and, with a smile, turned to Yu Huaijin, who had been quietly waiting in silence, "Xuanji, do you still remember the custom of rubbing chopsticks in the northern part of the Southern Tranquility State?"

Yu Huaijin looked up at the teacher, she was very resistant to helping a certain scumbag, but she remembered the honest words he had recently shared with the girl, Su Xiaoxiao.

Under the gaze of everyone, the prim girl pursed her lips and shook her head slightly, "I forgot."

Zhu Yourong still smiled because she didn’t actually need Yu Huaijin’s help but wanted to bring someone in to increase persuasiveness and give someone a chance to interject...

"It’s normal for Brother Yu to forget, after all, following Teacher Zhu for such a long distance, so many places, my homeland is just one of them," Zhao Rong said with a smile towards Yu Huaijin, pretending to console him, before suddenly changing the subject:

"But Teacher Zhu really has a good memory, to still remember it. It’s common in my hometown to rub chopsticks with hands before meals, my mother said that it seems to be beneficial to health.

"There are many acupoints on the hands, and chopsticks often have sharp angles, regularly rubbing them can massage acupoints..."

Zhao Rong took this opportunity to reveal everything he knew, with a serious tone.

Zhu Yourong listened with a smile, nodding from time to time.

Everyone including Lingfei and Zhao Qian’er, listened quietly or curiously, looking at the two of them.

After Zhao Rong finished speaking, Zhu Yourong chuckled, "Mm, this custom is indeed interesting and quite sensible. When I heard about it back then, I was deeply impressed, and still, to this day, occasionally try it before meals."

Su Xiaoxiao thought she was about to be caught red-handed, but who would have thought that Zhao Lang and Teacher Zhu would have such a strategy, watching them with their tacit understanding as close friends.

At this moment, Zhu Yourong extended a slender finger and playfully poked the bewildered little Fox Demon, "But this silly girl, when I taught her how to hold chopsticks, she took my casual remark as a holy decree and has been doing it every meal since. She’s truly a silly girl, but also very cute."

"That’s quite a coincidence. Since we were young, Qing Jun, Qian’er, and I had been doing this under our mother’s guidance, so rubbing chopsticks has become a habit. Who would have thought I would encounter someone who does the same today at this meal, haha, Miss Su, you should come to dine more often with Teacher Zhu in the future. Qing Jun, Qian’er, and I have come to view you as family, so don’t be a stranger when you visit."

Zhao Rong laughed and shook his head, passing the bowls of food he had been holding for a long time to Lingfei and Su Xiaoxiao.

Lingfei glanced at him, took the bowl, and then habitually scooped some rice from her bowl into Zhao Rong’s, as if she couldn’t eat too much.

And although he clearly knew her portion size, he still loaded her bowl with a lot of rice each time, saying how being plump was good. However, if Zhu Yourong and the others weren’t present, during their time alone, Zhao Rong would lean over to her ear and say sweet nothings that would make her ears blush, like how bigger was better when it came to a certain cafeteria...

Su Xiaoxiao, covering her pale forehead where she was poked, now lowered her head to take the bowl.

She couldn’t help but roll her foxy eyes and mustered the courage to glance at Zhao Rong, feeling that this heartbreaker and villain embedded meaning in his words, although she had reluctantly agreed to his terms that afternoon, and it was not appropriate to express anger at the dinner table.

"Mm-hmm," the little Fox Demon replied with cute nasal sounds.

It wasn’t long before Zhu Yourong took the opportunity to talk about interesting events she and Yu Huaijin had experienced while traveling in other states, piquing everyone’s curiosity.

Zhao Rong, Lingfei, and Zhao Qian’er listened intently with focused expressions, as if no longer dwelling on the earlier matter of Su Xiaoxiao rubbing chopsticks. He breathed a sigh of relief internally and couldn’t help but give an appreciative glance towards the elegantly spoken woman in the Confucian robe.

However, Zhu Yourong did not look at him, continuing to talk eloquently, with a refined demeanor.

The meal and tableware were ready, and soon, everyone began to eat.

Lingfei called over Bingniang and Shopkeeper Zhao from the other end of the hall, inviting them to join the meal. It took some persuasion for Bingniang to agree, while Shopkeeper Zhao’s attitude was carefree and indifferent. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Once everyone was seated, Lingfei introduced the dishes on the table to Zhao Rong, Zhu Yourong, and others.

She had a somewhat embarrassed expression on her pretty face.

This autumn-eyed woman explained that most of the dishes on the table were made by Bingniang, but a few were her own doing. She had followed the recipes meticulously as she seldom had guests over for meals and hadn’t cooked often, mostly practicing in secret for a certain someone.

Lingfei humbly requested with a bit of shyness that if the dishes weren’t tasty, no one should hold it against her.

Zhao Rong, from the corner of his eye, happened to see Qing Jun’s hand clenched under the table. On the surface, he maintained his composure, but under the table, he reached out and covered her hand with his, giving it a squeeze.

Lingfei paused in her speech, feeling the warmth on the back of her hand and couldn’t help but look towards her heart’s desire.

Everyone saw Zhao Rong pick up his chopsticks with his other hand and be the first to try each dish Lingfei had personally made.

They keenly watched his facial expressions change.

Lingfei gripped his hand tightly, fingers intertwined, her autumn eyes fixed on Zhao Rong with an expectant look, appearing like a tender young wife anxiously waiting for her husband’s assessment.

After Zhao Rong had tasted each dish in turn, he blinked his eyes.

After a silent moment, he looked around at everyone with a calm expression, nodding his head, "Hmm, not bad, Qing Jun’s culinary skills have greatly improved."

As he said this, he took another bite of food, chewed thoughtfully, and gave a thumbs up.

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