Xu Wanzhi nodded, entered the pavilion and sat down, speaking first: “Regarding Shen Kuang’s matter, thank you for your help.”
Pouring a porcelain cup and pushing it in front of him, Qu Xiaojue lightly raised an eyebrow: “Since it’s someone else’s matter, what thanks from husband would be appropriate?”
Who made him sentimentally consider Shen Kuang honest and likable, naturally treating him like a foster brother!
“The person was brought by me… anyway, thanks.” Too lazy to find reasons, he had simply done this. “Understood,” Qu Xiaojue looked at him, no longer pursuing the matter: “I remember you used to praise Li the Chef’s mung bean soup. Would you like a bowl first?” Though phrased as a question, her hand was already accepting a small porcelain bowl from a servant, steadily extending it before his eyes. Steam was lightly rising from the bowl. Xu Wanzhi did not reach out, raising an eyebrow to ask: “Why is the soup hot?” “Husband, your body should not consume cold food at night,” Qu Xiaojue’s hand remained unmoved, answering quite naturally. “…Thank you.” Thanking her again, Xu Wanzhi took the warm soup and slowly drank. When he put down the bowl, the table was already spread with several small dishes, all simple and appetizing. The servants had retreated, and An’er was not present – it seemed just the two of them would be dining. Qu Xiaojue picked up her chopsticks to serve food, eating neither hurriedly nor slowly, sitting upright, looking somewhat elegant. Her eye corner swept to the person opposite who had also slowly picked up chopsticks, her gaze subtly moving. Xu Wanzhi was not unreasonable. Although he had some natural rejection of her because of Xu Wan’s matter, his initial anger had been vented. She had not treated him badly, and her actions even carried some inexplicable accommodation.
He was cold, but not heartless. He wanted to ignore her, but could not bring himself to deliberately trample her intentions to seek balance. Qu Xiaojue’s personal conduct had nothing to do with him.
Two people, each with their own thoughts, remained calm. Qu Xiaojue put down her chopsticks, and immediately someone was about to serve tea, but with a sweep of her eyes, the servant instantly stopped.
