In the main hall, Zhao Rong slowly told the little things that happened in the past three days. Even though he had already thought that the Liu family murder case was bizarre, who could have expected that the case would be a case in a single case. It was not until Zhao Rong finished his detailed explanation that Zhao Xichun and others exclaimed repeatedly, "I didn't expect this case to be so tortuous!"

Matcha, who was a little jealous just now, was full of admiration and compliment, "Young master is the most powerful. If you can solve the case within three days, I'm afraid Bao Longtu will be the same in another life."

Zhao Rong couldn't listen to others' praise, and he was inevitably a little complacent at this moment. He didn't expect that the mystery novels and movies he had read in his previous life could have a miraculous effect in these three days. He was thinking of showing off, but suddenly he thought that Qingluan was behind him. The girl was already lonely and helpless. If it would make things worse when others were sad, it would be too ruthless. So he changed his words and said, "Matcha, go and prepare some food for Qingluan. In the evening, let Qingluan go to bed with you."

The girl in the room was not a pure-hearted person. Earlier, she only felt that the murder case was bizarre. When Zhao Rong pointed out and reminded her, she began to sympathize with Qingluan's life experience. Thinking that she would be a fatherless person in the future, how could she be sad for her? Matcha hurriedly pulled Qingluan and persuaded her in a gentle voice, "Sister, you will eventually suffer some hardships in your life. You don't have to think too much, just go eat with me."

Xichun also felt sorry for her miserable life. She gave up her identity and reserve, and arranged with a smile, "I see, let Sister Qingluan come to my house in the evening. My house is spacious and warm, and it is better than Matcha."

Zhao Rong did not refuse, but only let them arrange the arrangements, thinking in his heart that if Qingluan could get some warmth here, it would be a good thing.

Xichun, Matcha and Xiaoxiaozhu's other maids and mothers took Qingluan down to prepare for food and rest. Only Zhao Rong and Qin Keqing's master and servant in the Xihun Pavilion were left in the attic.

Zhao Rong was determined to explain stingyly, but he didn't give up his stance after all. After wandering for a few steps, he secretly sighed and returned to Dongnuan Pavilion.

In the West Warehouse Pavilion, Qin Keqing sat upright in front of the dressing table. He could not help but sigh. Ruizhu, who was combing her hair, had already seen through her thoughts and immediately advised, "Miss, it seems that we have misunderstood my son-in-law. My son-in-law has nothing to do with that woman, but I just miss her pitiful..."

After Ruizhu finished speaking, Baozhu also said ashamed, "We only thought that the son-in-law was slutty and brought the fox Meizi back from outside. Who would have thought that this was the case? Oh, how can we face the son-in-law in the future!"

Qin Keqing was already full of shame. At this time, he heard the two girls chattering and kept feeling upset. He pouted in anger, "If you two feel misunderstanding, go and apologize to your wise and martial son-in-law. Anyway, I just don't believe it. If he doesn't believe it, he will have no other intentions to the girl. He is the most good at speaking sweet words and stealing people's thoughts..."

It would be fine if it didn't say it, the more Qin Keqing felt more upset in her heart. She didn't know what was wrong with her now. She just thought that she had misunderstood Zhao Rong's thoughts, but she thought that she would be misunderstood by him. She became more and more upset in her heart. She was so angry that she blamed Zhao Rong for all this. She was as smart as her, so how could she not realize that her heart was being secretly stolen by the man in Dongnuan Pavilion!

Ruizhu and Baozhu were so scared that they quickly lowered their heads and dared not speak. They reflected that their ladies rarely lost their temper, but now...

Both of them are still in love, so how can they understand the torture in this relationship?

She tossed and turned all night and had no intention of sleeping all night. The next day, before dawn, Qin Keqing and the night-time Ruizhu got up. When they heard the noise in the room, they hurriedly got up and followed. Unexpectedly, Qin Keqing went down the attic and went to the kitchen. Ruizhu thought she was hungry, but Qin Keqing's words made her stunned and didn't know what to say.

Qin Keqing frowned at the dim kitchen and asked at a loss, "Ruizhu, teach me to make a bowl of porridge!"

It turned out that after thinking about it, Qin Keqing always felt that he had used his temper last night, so he thought about making a bowl of porridge for Zhao Rong early in the morning and apologizing to him.

She thought, perhaps the nameless worries in her heart would be less.

Ruizhu Bingxue was smart, but she didn't realize Qin Keqing's thoughts. She immediately smiled happily, "Miss, just go back to the house to rest. I'll cook a bowl of eight-treasure rice porridge for you."

Qin Keqing was shy. Fortunately, Ruizhu was someone around her and had nothing to cover up. She didn't want to go back to the house no matter what she said. She didn't let Ruizhu do it, but asked Ruizhu to talk from the side, learning to make it step by step, from washing rice, preparing ingredients, and watching the rice rolling in the pot, a trace of accomplishment arose from her heart. Qin Keqing even felt that this seemed more interesting and happier than when she learned to write the first poem.

Boil it slowly in a warm fire. When the eight treasures and japonica rice are perfectly integrated, a bowl of hot eight treasures rice porridge will come out of the pot. Qin Keqing ignored the hotness and ordered it with chopsticks, put it on his lips and pursed it. He tasted it and said happily as a child, "Ruizhu, it's done, you can taste it too. This porridge is so fragrant and sweet."

Ruizhu tasted it and thought, isn’t this porridge the same as usual?

However, without waiting for Ruizhu to comment, Qin Keqing served a bowl full of food, held it on a plate, and carefully brought it to the attic. She wanted Ruizhu to call the door to send it in, but somehow, she suddenly made up her mind and knocked on the door herself, entered the East Warehouse, and said to Zhao Rong who was washing and dressing, "My husband, I have cooked a bowl of porridge. Try it when you leave..."

Before he finished speaking, his face was ashamed as if it was about to drip water, and he hurriedly retreated.

Zhao Rong never expected that such a scene would happen early in the morning. Just when he was confused, Ruizhu squeezed her head in from the door, and then said with a smile, "Son-in-law, this was made by the lady himself in the early morning. It tastes so good. In fact, the lady knew that she had misunderstood you last night. Sister-in-law, you can't be angry with the lady. In fact, the lady just cared about you very much!"

The porridge and Ruizhu on the table, if Zhao Rong didn't understand what was going on at this time, then he would be a wooden man.

Zhao Rong drank the porridge with joy, and didn't think it was delicious or not. He just felt that the porridge was the only one in the world. Before leaving, he deliberately raised his voice and said to Qin Keqing in the West Warehouse, "Madam, this porridge is very delicious. If you can drink it every day, you won't feel tired of it even if you drink it for the rest of your life."

"Hmph, I still want to drink every day, it's so beautiful!"
Chapter completed!