Chapter 83

“Huh, are you indebted?” Spoiled by him, Shen Yao Xing got up and poured herself a bowl of porridge, saying irritably: “Eat it or not, if you don’t eat, just drink plain porridge, or you can go out and eat by yourself.”

Although it was a bit salty, it wasn’t inedible. This person must be retaliating against her for last night’s incident.

If he’s so picky, then don’t eat.

Jiang Ming Yue didn’t expect the young woman to react so strongly. His hand holding the chopsticks tensed slightly as he lowered his gaze and silently stirred the white porridge.

He just wanted her to coax him gently like last night, just two sentences would be enough… But she didn’t even do that, and her tone was so harsh.

Clearly, she was the one in the wrong last night.

The atmosphere turned cold.

Shen Yao Xing didn’t care about him. After finishing her porridge, she put the bowl on the table, “You eat last, so you have to wash the dishes. If you don’t eat, call me when I come back and I’ll wash them.”

With that, she left the hall without looking back.

“Crack” The chopsticks were snapped in half. Jiang Ming Yue felt a tightness in his chest.

He stiffly picked up the pair of chopsticks the young woman had used, picked up some side dishes and sent them into his mouth, chewing slowly. The saltiness in his mouth became unusually sour, truly difficult to swallow.

Jiang Ming Yue ate one mouthful after another until the two plates of side dishes were finished. He drank the porridge in his bowl in small sips, then got up to clean the empty plates and walked towards the kitchen.

Outside the house, Shen Yao Xing had actually been secretly watching him. Seeing him actually carry the plates to wash, she couldn’t help but be surprised. She thought that with his temperament, he definitely wouldn’t compromise so easily.

Shen Yao Xing followed him to the kitchen. Seeing his fair, jade-like hands that had clearly never done any work before, clumsily washing the dirty bowls with a cloth, Shen Yao Xing felt like she was abusing him.

Just as this thought occurred, there came the sound of breaking porcelain from that direction.

Jiang Ming Yue glanced at the window with his peripheral vision, then lowered his gaze to the broken bowl on the ground. He bent down to pick up the shards, but just as his fingertips were about to touch them, a hand grabbed his arm.

The corners of his cold lips curved slightly.

“Be careful not to cut your hand.”

Shen Yao Xing pulled him up from the ground, used her shoe to sweep the shards to the side, then walked to the washing basin, picked up the cloth, and started washing the dishes. Her movements were not as clumsy as the young man’s. “Use a dry cloth to wipe the water off the bowls and put them over there.”

Shen Yao Xing raised her chin to indicate a position to him.

Jiang Ming Yue indeed picked up a dry cloth nearby, wiped the bowls dry, and placed them where she had pointed.

The two worked together, and the previously cold atmosphere eased considerably.

After washing the dishes, only yesterday’s changed clothes remained to be washed. Unlike washing dishes, washing clothes was a tiring job. In the end, Shen Yao Xing decided to have people from the Shen mansion come to take them for washing, and send them back when they were done.

This saved a lot of trouble, and Shen Yao Xing also had some free time.

“Come on, let’s practice sword.”

Shen Yao Xing drew her long sword and said to the young man.

Looking at the beauty-enhancing Floating Snow in his hand, Shen Yao Xing said curiously: “Your sword is really amazing, like ice that never melts.”

Jiang Ming Yue curved his lips, his eyes staring straight at her, “Do you like it?”

“It’s okay.”

Compared to his sword, Shen Yao Xing still preferred that saber. It was light and sharp to use, but she hadn’t touched that saber since that incident last time.

Jiang Ming Yue walked in front of the young woman, holding the sword hilt with the blade pointing down and presenting it to her, “If you like it, I’ll give it to you.”

“Ah? Don’t you really like this sword? I used to see you carry it with you every day.”

There’s a saying in the martial arts world, something about the sword being with the person, the sword dying when the person dies. She thought this sword meant the same to him.

Jiang Ming Yue lowered his gaze. In the past, he indeed liked this sword very much, nourishing it daily with fresh blood, making it increasingly sharp and intimidating, its cold light drawing blood.

Now that he had found the love of his heart, this sword was no longer worth mentioning.

As long as she liked it, he could give her anything.

Even though he loved her to the bone, his face remained reserved and calm, “It’s just a sword…”

Jiang Ming Yue’s voice trailed off, he turned his face away somewhat unnaturally, his ears tinged with a hint of red, his voice so soft it was almost like talking to himself: “Anyway, I’m already yours.”

These words made Shen Yao Xing’s ears itch, causing her to unconsciously raise her hand to scratch them. “No need, this sword doesn’t suit me, it would be useless for me to have it. Besides, I think it matches you well.”

Equally alluring on the outside, equally cold on the inside.

Seeing the young woman refuse, Jiang Ming Yue felt a bit disappointed, slowly withdrawing the hand he had extended to her.

Shen Yao Xing, unaware of his thoughts, said, “By the way, we need to return to the Shen mansion later. Mother said today is a minor festival and wants us to go back for a meal together.”

“Alright.”

Today’s sword practice only lasted half an hour. Before leaving, they took a bath and changed into new clothes, and also took along those dirty clothes they had changed out of to the Shen mansion, instructing the servants there to collect and wash the clothes regularly in the future, and send them back once they were washed and dried.

When the two arrived at the Shen mansion, it was just mealtime. From the moment they sat down at the dining table, Father Song’s face had never looked good, gloomy and somewhat haggard.

Such a selfish person didn’t even try to stop Song Si Nian when he left home, so the only thing that could affect him must be something unfavorable to him.

Shen Yao Xing glanced at her mother, who was attentively picking dishes for Uncle Yu Die, and knew where the problem lay.

Suddenly, a chicken leg was placed in her bowl. Shen Yao Xing turned her head to look at the person beside her.

Seemingly not satisfied, Jiang Ming Yue picked up another pair of chopsticks with shrimp and vegetable tips and put them in her bowl.

These were all dishes she liked to eat.

Shen Yao Xing was not surprised. Whenever they ate with her mother, he would become particularly attentive, not eating himself but making sure she ate well, presenting the image of a considerate husband.

Looking at her mother again, she indeed saw a satisfied expression on her face.

“Zhao Zhao, after your sister is born, I’ll let her practice martial arts with you, alright?” Yu Die smiled at the young woman who was eating with her head down.