Chapter 200: Sincerity of Chopped Hand 4
Hearing this, Jiang Yeqian whispered, “Isn’t it just making a meal?”
Qi Qingyao looked at him, all smiles. “You’re the servant so you should cook for us every day.”
“…” Jiang Yeqian’s expression stifled for a second. With a light cough, he said, “Let’s stay in the inn.”
Qi Qingyao, “Oh?”
So he did not know how to cook.
She glanced at his hands again. She had examined them before. Those hands were big and strong. The joints between his thumb and index finger were callused, which meant that he would typically wield a sword on occasion. However, he did not wield the sword very often, which indicated that he was not a killer.
He wielded a sword occasionally and had inner energy. His movements were vicious and merciless. She had heard from Si Jin that he liked to read. He could get poisoned and was so scared that he kept his mask on when he went out, which indicated that he had many enemies. Perhaps the enemies were high-ranking officials. His identity was nearly revealed—he might be the son of nobility or an official.
Si Jin suggested cautiously, “Or you could hire a maid?”
Qi Qingyao shook her head, “I won’t hire a maid for now.”
Si Jin asked, “Then, when are you going to hire one?”
“At least wait till the children are going to school and when our situation has completely stabilized,” Qi Qingyao murmured.
“Is it not stable enough now?” Si Jin asked.
“There’s a hidden time bomb around. I have to settle it first.” Jiang Yeqian turned around as soon as Qi Qingyao said this. The two of them exchanged glances. Jiang Yeqian calmly retracted his gaze.
After Qi Qingyao reactivated the traps in the house, the group went straight back to the inn at Baishui Town. Before leaving, Qi Qingyao bade goodbye to Ma Sanye and gave him ten taels of silver. Ma Sanye was so shocked, his jaw almost fell to the ground. He smiled and asked her what she needed him to do.
Qi Qingyao scratched her head and said embarrassedly, “If it’s okay with you, Ma Sanye, help me look after my house, and also look after Old Man Zhang’s family.”
A look of understanding instantly dawned upon Ma Sanye. He carefully stuffed the ten taels of silver in his arms, “Don’t worry, Eleventh Daughter. I’ll “look after” Old Man Zhang’s family and also look after the house. I’ll take note of everything that happens and let you know when you come back.”
Qi Qingyao thanked Ma Sanye.
They still stayed in the same room after they returned to the inn. She had not been in a hurry to check out before because she was afraid that she would be staying in town during the Chinese New Year. However, she did not expect to come back again. She called the servant to deliver their meal. When they were eating, Si Jin held the bowl and kept on eating white rice as usual. Xiaobao liked to eat green vegetables and saucy beef. Dabao liked chicken drumsticks and braised meat. Erniu liked clear tofu and veggie soup and fish. Jiang Yeqian did not seem to be picky with food and took a few bites of each dish.
Qi Qingyao usually had a big appetite, but she was eating very slowly today. After they were done, she called the servant to collect the dishes.
Qi Qingyao sighed contentedly. “The inn’s nice. There’s someone who cleans and cooks, there’s even someone who serves tea and pours us water. Occasionally, someone even changes the bedding sheets when it gets dirty! The inn is my home!”
Xiaobao, “…” Mother’s concept of home was…really weird!
Jiang Yeqian also glanced at her sideways with a look of puzzlement.
Everyone disliked the inn as there were many people that came and went, and where there were people, there was gossip. It looked like she was the only one who liked staying at the inn!
Her train of thought was really strange!
After taking a few sips of tea, Qi Qingyao raised her eyelids lazily, “Jiang Bai, I have something to discuss with you alone.”
She immediately got up, pushed the door open, and walked next door.
Jiang Yeqian followed closely behind. After entering the room, Qi Qingyao leaned leisurely against the window and opened a small gap in the window. The cold wind blew in, making Qi Qingyao more awake.
Qi Qingyao turned around then looked at Jiang Yeqian, “Do you have anything to say?”