Wang Youbao didn’t know what it was, but he felt too embarrassed to accept it, "You coming to visit my home is an honor for me. How can I take something from you?"
Yet Gong Juechen insisted, forcing Wang Youbao to reluctantly accept it.
With no other choice, Wang Youbao took it but curiously asked, "What is this?"
The atmosphere immediately became extremely weird and awkward.
Gong Juese was uncontrollable with laughter, "The things in my brother’s hands are always top-notch. If he gave it to you, it definitely must be useful for you."
Then Gong Juese collapsed into laughter on Meng Lanqing.
Gong Juechen first gave Wang Youbao a serious up-and-down look, ensuring that Wang Youbao wasn’t faking ignorance but truly didn’t know; only then did he hold his chest out with both hands and said with a cheeky smile, "It’s for this area."
Wang Youbao finally understood and his handsome face instantly turned beet red, even his ears reddened.
Holding the small porcelain bottle was like holding a hot potato; he couldn’t throw it away, return it, or accept it.
Seeing Wang Youbao’s face and ears turn red, Gong Juechen clicked his tongue in wonder, "Youbao, are you still unacquainted with such things? All your maidservants look quite alright; how come you don’t learn via them, lest you marry a wife and not know where to start."
An Jing retorted annoyed, "Gong Juechen, you have no shame, and on top of that, you’re disgraceful!"
Gong Juechen immediately expressed his disappointment, "Jingjing, you’re only realizing this now? I thought you knew this about me all along."
Meng Lanqing raised her hand and gave Gong Juechen a slap on the back of his head, saying coldly, "Don’t be disrespectful to our lady."
Gong Juechen, holding the back of his head, looked at Gong Juese with an extremely plaintive and aggrieved expression, "Se Se..."
Gong Juese actually didn’t like to see her brother always being hit by her husband, but in the end, she still turned away her eyes, not making eye contact with him. She even said, "Brother, just shut up!"
Gong Juechen immediately clutched his chest, feeling as if his heart had shattered into a thousand pieces.
"You’re still acting?" Meng Lanqing raised her hand again, looking ready to slap him once more if he kept up the pretense.
Gong Juechen promptly lowered his hands from his chest and stopped being frivolous, becoming as honest as one could possibly be.
Seeing this, An Jing wanted to give Meng Lanqing a thumbs up.
Meng Lanqing was elegant and cold on the outside, but she felt incredibly satisfied inside. Seeing Gong Juechen behave like an obedient grandson was truly gratifying to her!
Honestly, this gave him even more pleasure than if Gong Juechen had been cut into a thousand pieces!
While Meng Lanqing was chastising Gong Juechen, Wang Youbao quickly stashed the porcelain bottle into his sleeve, to avoid the awkwardness of holding it.
After Wang Youbao had eaten, they chatted for a while longer. Then An Jing and Xiao Changyi finally headed home.
Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Before they knew it, the eighteenth day of the first month had arrived.
On this day, An Jing and Xiao Changyi received a letter from Su Chengyu; in the letter, Su Chengyu mentioned that he had selected the people who would come to learn how to plant cotton with the Nutrition Bowl from An Jing, and were currently on their way to Qilin County.
Last year, when Su Chengyu came to attend the hundred-day feast of the four children, he saw the high yield of the cotton that An Jing and Xiao Changyi planted and had brought up this matter, to which An Jing had agreed to teach.