Chapter 421: Chapter 402: Little Uncle, Behave
Gao Qiang and Zhou Fu’an didn’t expect this explanation, both were a bit stunned. Zhou Fu’an couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "General Song, really? Even though your wife is beautiful, it’s not like that."
Song Tingfan said nothing more.
Gao Qiang and Zhou Fu’an sighed deeply in their hearts. Finally, Gao Qiang forced a smile and said, "Since the General is leaving, please treat us to a drink. Who knows when we’ll meet again."
"Okay, come to the mansion."
Song Tingfan didn’t pay them any more attention, and it wasn’t until dusk that he put down his brush and ink, handing them to Zhou Fu’an, "I’ll leave these matters to you."
Currently, the Emperor hasn’t said who will take on the role of General. Zhou Fu’an, being the vice-general, should take over.
Zhou Fu’an reached out to take over, feeling extremely annoyed, "Damn it, I hate this stuff the most. General, can’t you stay? I’ll cook for you from now on."
"No need, there’s someone at home who cooks." Upon finishing, Song Tingfan strode away, seemingly in a rush.
Zhou Fu’an: "..."
Gao Qiang: "..."
"Have you noticed General Song’s face looks rosy lately?"
"Tell me about it, just yesterday he suddenly smiled, scared me half to death. I later heard it was because his wife had sent some food over."
"Makes me want to resign too. My wife hasn’t got a baby in her belly yet, I need to ’work’ more."
"Go on, don’t disgust me."
...
At the General Mansion
"Daddy!" Lin Ling saw the tall man, ran over "tap-tap-tap" asking to be picked up. Once lifted, he looked at his face, which had already scarred over.
He earnestly advised, "Daddy, don’t pick it, it’ll leave a mark."
After saying this, he quickly covered his mouth, looking as if he had said something wrong.
Mom said not to mention the scar on Daddy’s face, it would make Daddy sad.
He gave a smack of a kiss, "Even with a mark, it’s okay, I still like Daddy, a little less than Mom though."
Song Tingfan naturally knew Lin Qiao had said something to him, so he raised a hand to rub his head, "Alright, where is Mom?"
"Mom is making roast duck, it smells so good." Lin Ling said, looking quite greedy.
The two of them chatted as they entered the kitchen. Lin Qiao was just slicing the roast duck when she looked up at the noise, "Wash your hands, it’s time to eat."
"Zhou Fu’an and Gao Qiang are coming over." Song Tingfan put Lin Ling down and helped to set the dish on the table.
"There’s plenty." Lin Qiao thought for a moment and fried some peanuts for them to have with their drink.
Soon, Zhou Fu’an and Gao Qiang arrived. Gao Qiang sniffed, "Smells so good, Madam’s cooking is as good as ever."
Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh, "You all go to the hall and eat first, there’s another dish coming."
"No rush, we’re not hungry. Standing here hoping to pick up some skills. My wife’s pregnant, can’t cook now. If I cook, she won’t eat it." Gao Qiang said, sounding a bit dejected towards the end.
Zhou Fu’an laughed heartily, "It’s commendable she didn’t say it’s bad. Your cooking, even reheating a dish, you burn it."
"Pah, I just didn’t wash the pot. Don’t go ruining my reputation."
Lin Qiao was amused, stealing a glance at Song Tingfan beside her, her own could cook quite well.
Lucky find.
After eating, Lin Qiao left the table to the three of them. Who knows how long it was before Song Tingfan came back.
Reeking of alcohol.
Thank goodness Lin Ling was sleeping with Song Qin today.
She got up to support him, only to be pressed down onto the bed by him in the next moment, slurring, "Wife."
Lin Qiao: "..."
"Alright, get up."
"Wife, wife, wife... If I hold you tight, you won’t disappear."
...
On the day of leaving the capital, the family got up early to pack, the steward and the servants had taken care of everything by yesterday.
Lin Ling, who usually sleeps in, got up earlier than anyone, shouting about going home.
Causing Lin Qiao’s ears to hurt, she eventually kicked him out of the room.
After 7 a.m. to 9 a.m, they finished packing everything, loaded one tael of goods onto the carts, and with people, there were three carts in total.
Song Tingfan carried Lin Ling at the front, Lin Qiao walked behind him, suddenly seeing his footsteps pause, she looked towards the gate.
A group of people, men and women, young and old, all present.
Suddenly, an old woman with a child knelt on the ground, full of gratitude, "General Song, these pastries are for the journey. Thank you for saving my grandson."
Song Tingfan wouldn’t have been injured if not for saving this child, his face would be unharmed.
Lin Qiao later heard from Zhou Fu’an. She glanced at the man beside her, his expression revealed nothing.
She knew his heart was moved.
"General Song, thank you. If not for you, I wouldn’t have faced my ancestors with honor."
"General Song, on behalf of my family, thank you. Thank you for allowing us to live upright lives."
"General Song, good people like you will be rewarded, may you have many children and live a long life."
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