Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 667 - 068 Two little people_3

Chapter 667: 068 Two little people_3

"What’s the matter, can’t bear to part with your husband?" Xia Zheng felt the same reluctance, but still forced a smile and tried to sound relaxed.

Lin Yuan snorted stubbornly, "Which eye of yours sees me being unable to bear it? I can’t wait for you to leave so I can peacefully earn silver and provide for a Little White Face."

"You wouldn’t dare!"

Although he had anticipated that Lin Yuan wouldn’t speak softly to keep him, Xia Zheng was still annoyed to hear her talk about keeping a Little White Face. This girl was really too bold, daring to say anything!

"Do you dare me?" Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow and gave him a sidelong glance, throwing him a threatening look, "Once someone goes back, there will be the company of Qiu Yu and Dong Yu, so what’s wrong with me keeping a Little White Face?"

Qiu Yu and Dong Yu?

Xia Zheng let out a chuckle, so this girl was worried about that.

With a long stretch of his arm, Xia Zheng pulled her into his embrace, placing her delicate hand on his chest, and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, my heart here is timid; with you guarding it, I wouldn’t dare let anyone else in."

Lin Yuan curved her lips in a fleeting smile but quickly changed her expression. The hand on his chest pinched the tender flesh there, and only after hearing someone cry out in pain did she huff, "What kind of praise is that? You’re clearly complaining! Tell me, are you saying I’m fierce or savage? Huh?"

"Not at all, not at all, my wife is virtuous and gentle; how could she be associated with being fierce or savage? I misspoke, I was wrong, I deserve to be punished!" Xia Zheng, with his slick and oily ways, managed to make Lin Yuan chuckle, unable to stay mad any longer.

However, the matter of returning to the capital city couldn’t be changed. It was already the middle of the twelfth lunar month, and even if Xia Zheng hurried with all speed, it would still take two days to get back to the capital. As a member of a large, well-to-do family, the end of the year was a crucial time for family connections, and he couldn’t not go back.

Fortunately, the gift Lin Yuan had prepared for Princess Anle was already ready, and she could have him take it back at any time.

Back at the Fuman Building, preparation for departure began. First, she instructed Shopkeeper Liu to discuss purchasing matters with Old Mr. Cheng, and of course, she had not forgotten to arrange for Shopkeeper Liu to take care of Old Mr. Cheng’s daily needs.

Originally, Xia Zheng planned to leave for the capital in two days, but because of the snow, it seemed he would have to postpone his departure a bit longer. However, no matter how much he delayed, it wouldn’t be for much longer, so Lin Yuan seized these few days to prepare various things he needed to bring back to the capital.

Xia Zheng, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned, saying that there was really no one in the capital who deserved his bringing gifts back for them. His old dad would be happier to have him come home earlier, even without gifts, as he would be excited to drink a few more jars of wine. As for his big brother, just tell him about any strange tales from places outside the capital, and he would be too excited to sleep all night.

Going by what Xia Zheng said, there really weren’t many people who needed gifts, except for Princess Anle herself. And Lin Yuan had long since prepared her gift. Although it wasn’t as rare and valuable as the sable fur on Xia Zheng’s cape, the pure white rabbit fur was also quite rare.

"Won’t this gift seem too trifling?"

Just as Lin Yuan was wondering whether to prepare something else, Xia Zheng pulled her over and held her tightly in his arms, saying cheerfully, "Don’t worry, as long as it’s a gift from the daughter-in-law, mother will like it no matter what."

"What daughter-in-law! Go away!" Though she denied it with her mouth, her heart was sweet.

The heavy snow had fallen for a day and a night before it stopped, and the next day turned out to be a clear day. As the saying goes, snow falling isn’t cold, but melting snow is freezing. Even though it was a sunny day, the temperature was extremely low. Even wrapped in a thick cotton coat, Lin Yuan could still feel the cold seeping through the new cotton batting and piercing her skin, burrowing into her pores.

In such cold weather, Lin Yuan grew even more concerned about Old Mr. Cheng. However, there was no need for her to urge him, as Shopkeeper Liu had already gone out early to handle the tasks she had entrusted to him.

There were still a few branch account books to check, and Xia Zheng couldn’t bear to make Lin Yuan run around in the cold wind, so he busied himself with these tasks in the days before his return to the capital. After lingering affectionately with Lin Yuan during breakfast, Xia Zheng finally left to take care of business, but only after putting on an additional cotton vest under Lin Yuan’s watchful eye.