253 Fighting Fake (1)
Wei Ting had a mission tonight and went out again in the latter half of the night.
Su Xiaoxiao sighed again. After coming to the capital, Wei Ting had been much busier.
“My aesthetics attack in the morning is gone again…”
Su Xiaoxiao yawned and grabbed a little packrat to use as a pillow before falling asleep.
Before dawn, Su Mo came over.
Su Xiaoxiao was making breakfast in the kitchen.
Seeing her, Su Mo was slightly surprised. “You slept well last night.”
After such a big incident, this girl could actually sleep?
What kind of steel heart was this?
“It’s alright,” Su Xiaoxiao said.
It was not like she could do anything with a man. How could she not sleep well?
“Is Uncle alright?” Su Mo asked.
“I haven’t told my father,” Su Xiaoxiao said.
Su Mo nodded. “It won’t be too late to tell him later when Uncle slowly adapts. How’s Granduncle?”
Su Xiaoxiao cut the tidied dough into strips. “He stayed for the entire night. It’s fine. The medicine I gave him contains calming ingredients. He probably won’t wake up for another two to four hours. Have you eaten breakfast?”
Su Mo rushed over and did not eat at all.
Su Xiaoxiao said, “I’ll make your share.”
Su Mo… did not refuse.
Su Xiaoxiao spread out two scallion pancakes, filled them with a small plate of pickled radishes, and placed them on the small table in the kitchen.
“Do you want to eat in the central room?” she asked.
The young master of the Marquis Mansion had never eaten anything in the kitchen, nor had he ever eaten the onion pancakes on the street.
Su Mo revealed a rare stunned expression.
He looked at Su Xiaoxiao and saw that she was busy at the stove again. “You’re not eating?”
“I’ll eat this.” Su Xiaoxiao pointed at the steamed sweet potato that had just been served on the stove. “I’ll eat it later. I have to make breakfast for my family first.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
Su Mo sat down on the small stool.
Su Xiaoxiao said, “There’s no need. It won’t taste good when it’s cold.”
“Did you do all of this alone? This is too tiring. I’ll pick two maidservants for you tomorrow and send them over. How can I let you take care of the entire family alone?”
As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps came from the courtyard.
Wei Ting had returned.
Wei Ting carried a bundle of firewood on his shoulder.
On the way, he encountered Zhong Shan. The carriage Zhong Shan was using was broken, and it was difficult for the old man to carry it alone. Wei Ting took the firewood without a word.
Wei Ting did not know that Su Mo was also there. He only saw him after entering the house.
Su Mo was also surprised. He looked at Wei Ting… To be precise, he looked at the bundle of firewood on Wei Ting’s shoulder and seriously suspected that he had seen it wrongly.
People who fought in wars could endure hardships, but the hardships on the battlefield were different from the hardships in life.
Wei Ting did not start as the lowest-level servant. He was from the Wei family and had the halo of the Wei family’s legitimate grandson. After entering the military camp, he was a regular army officer.
Young Master Wei had probably never chopped firewood and carried water in his life.
“You’re back,” Su Xiaoxiao greeted Wei Ting.
“Yes.” Wei Ting looked away from Su Mo and naturally put down the firewood. He quickly moved a small stool and sat down at the stove.
Su Mo thought that he was going to do something, but he naturally took a piece of thick linen and spread it on his right leg.
His slender jade-like hand grabbed a few thin sticks of firewood and pressed them against his leg. With a snap, the firewood broke.
He dropped the folded firewood into the stove and flicked it with the poker.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, Su Mo would never believe that the dignified young master of the Wei family would actually start a fire and burn it… so smoothly.
Those who didn’t know better would think that this guy didn’t fight and had changed his profession to become a cook.
Su Xiaoxiao covered the pot and took off the apron she had made. She said to Wei Ting, “Dahu and the others seem to have woken up. I’ll go over and take a look. There’s porridge cooking in the pot.”
After she went out, Wei Ting really looked at the fire seriously.
Su Mo and Wei Ting did not interact much. Even if they did, they were indifferent and did not talk much.
Actually, according to his age, he was 22 this year, only a year older than Wei Ting.
“Um… let me try,” he said to Wei Ting.
Wei Ting generously moved the stool to the side and Su Mo sat down on a small stool.
Wei Ting handed him the tongs and firewood, as well as the thick linen on his leg.
He imitated Wei Ting and broke the firewood to put it into the stove. After putting it in, he used the tongs to stir it.
However, not long after, the porridge in the pot stopped moving.
Su Mo was puzzled. “What’s going on? The fire is quite big…”
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Wei Ting picked up the fire tongs indifferently and evenly pushed aside the firewood that was piled together. ��A person has to be solid, and a fire has to be empty.”