An Jing pointed with her chin towards Xiao Changyi, who was washing vegetables in the courtyard, "Your teacher-dad is here too."
Li Wuyu still didn’t care, "Teacher-dad and teacher are my family, Teacher also said yesterday, ’Let’s not be so formal with each other.’"
An Jing laughed, "You really don’t stand on ceremony, do you? Now when you see me and my husband, you don’t even perform the courtesy of greeting."
Li Wuyu immediately responded, "Didn’t Teacher say yesterday that there’s no need for so much ceremony here? Naturally, I should obey. If I were to salute you and Teacher-dad, wouldn’t that mean I’m not listening to you, Teacher?"
An Jing glanced sideways, "Don’t think I can’t see through you; you just notice that my husband dotes on me and nearly always listens to me, that’s why you heed my words." Otherwise, she would definitely, like before, kneel to greet her husband.
Li Wuyu chuckled dryly, "Seems I really can’t hide anything from Teacher."
An Jing put on a stern face, "I’m telling you, don’t try to play any tricks on me, otherwise, I’ll definitely sort you out."
Li Wuyu immediately became anxious, "Teacher, what are you saying? Isn’t it just that I dislike all the cumbersome and tedious formalities? Since you can spare me from them, shouldn’t I just save the trouble?"
Only then did An Jing smile again, "I’m not really angry with you, I just want to tell you that it’s fine to be a bit presumptuous here with me, but if you go back to the Capital, you need to be more careful to avoid getting yourself into trouble with your nature."
"Don’t worry, Teacher, I understand that. My dad reminds me every day to be careful not to make any major mistake."
"As long as you understand," An Jing said, not wishing to say anything more.
After Xiao Changyi finished stir-frying a plate of greens and the porridge was ready, he called An Jing to have breakfast.
Since Li Wuyu had already eaten in the town before arriving, An Jing didn’t call on Li Wuyu to eat.
An Jing and Xiao Changyi sat at the kitchen table for breakfast, while Li Wuyu took a small stool, cupped her face in her hands, and sat in the courtyard looking at the yard door that she had closed again.
It was only after Xiao Changyi placed a peeled egg in An Jing’s bowl that he started to eat the porridge in front of him.
While eating the egg Xiao Changyi had peeled for her, An Jing watched through the wide-open kitchen door as Li Wuyu sat in the courtyard, gazing at the yard door, and not knowing what she was thinking, suddenly started to giggle to herself.
This made An Jing find it very amusing, and she immediately said to her husband, "Husband, isn’t my disciple quite amusing?"
Xiao Changyi didn’t even glance at Li Wuyu outside, but simply added some greens to An Jing’s bowl of porridge.
Undeterred by Xiao Changyi not responding, An Jing asked softly, "Husband, do you think there’s a possibility between Wuyu and Youbao?"
Xiao Changyi indifferently said, "Even if there is a possibility, they can’t be together." He paused, "Unless he can win the respect of Prime Minister Li."
In the social hierarchy of scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, merchants are ranked last, and no matter how rich Wang Youbao is in this place, they hold little status and naturally are looked down upon by others.
An Jing understood this and sighed, "If lovers can’t be together, then I would rather Wuyu doesn’t catch up to Youbao. After all, it’s better for one person to be upset than for two people to suffer."
Xiao Changyi didn’t follow up, just added some more vegetables to An Jing’s bowl.
An Jing decided not to dwell on it any longer and let nature take its course. Worrying wouldn’t help anyway, and besides, her husband didn’t want her to fret over other people’s affairs. If she kept worrying, she might end up having to share a bath with him again that night.
About her husband’s newfound love of sharing a bath with her, she felt both burdened and incredibly sweet.