Chapter 562: A Bowl of Fragrant Scallion‑Oil Noodles

The child wailed, and Nan Qinghuan felt extremely heart‑broken; she hurriedly scooped Beibei into her arms and kept coaxing, "Beibei, don't cry, mother is here, mother is here."

The little child nestled in her arms gradually stopped crying; seeing the child calm, Nan Qinghuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and gave Ying a cold stare.

"You shouldn't eat today; first soothe the child."

Ying, knowing he had angered Nan Qinghuan, hurried to apologize, "Qinghuan, I'm sorry, I will never train the child again."

Seeing his apology, Nan Qinghuan finally relented, placed the child in the baby carriage, and said, "Then you watch the child while I go downstairs to get you something to eat."

"Thank you, Qinghuan."

Ying now dares not provoke her; at the slightest thing she refuses to cook for him, and he cannot eat those so‑called burnt noodles, buns, or steamed dumplings—those delicious foods.

Therefore, he has become very cautious, fearing that angering Nan Qinghuan would deprive him of tasty meals.

Seeing his son's mischievous grin, Ying felt helpless; holding his daughter while still having to coax the child, he thought the children were truly fortunate.

He thought back to his own childhood, which never afforded such treatment; back then, as soon as he was sensible, he had to go out with his mother to pick fruit and learn hunting skills, otherwise he would starve to death.

That was the jungle survival rule, which he never forgot; thus he wants to train his son the same way—no matter how comfortable or prosperous life is now, he doesn't want his son to grow up knowing nothing but crying to his mother.

He wants to raise his child to be independent and become the ruler of this region.

But his plan cannot be carried out because the child has a protective mother.

He must obey Nan Qinghuan's words.

In the kitchen, Nan Qinghuan had already brought out the noodles; today she made scallion‑oil small noodles, whose aroma was extremely fragrant. As soon as Ying saw the steaming bowl, he smelled a delicious noodle scent and his mouth watered.

"Qinghuan, what kind of noodles is this?"

Nan Qinghuan knew he had never tried it, quickly set it on the table and said, "Come, put the child in the baby carriage and give it a try?"

Soon, Ying Chao walked over; the two bowls of small noodles looked very appetizing. Ying hurried to the table and sat down; the noodles looked delicious, with green wild scallions that were very tempting.

Ying ate at lightning speed; Nan Qinghuan barely had time to speak before he slurped the entire bowl in a few bites, leaving Nan Qinghuan completely stunned.

After finishing, Ying even made sure to drink the broth; it was the best noodles he had ever tasted, far superior to those made by street vendors.

After eating, he gave an awkward smile and said, "Qinghuan, it was so delicious I couldn't help it; I ate like a wolf."

He would never have said that before, because he was illiterate; but now that he is City Lord, Nan Qinghuan must teach him literacy, so he can develop further.

"It was tasty; I'll make it for you again. Not full?"

She knew Ying had a huge appetite; one bowl of small noodles wouldn't satisfy him, so she hurriedly handed him her own bowl, "Here, eat up."

Ying realized she hadn't eaten and thought it improper to eat her food, saying, "Qinghuan, I'm full. You eat; after you're done, I'll wash the dishes."

Now Ying does the dishwashing every time; when Nan Qinghuan is happy she cooks, and when she doesn't feel like it she doesn't, and Ying takes care of their small family. Even Jiguang praised her as amazing.

She can train an uncivilized barbarian so well; therefore, people often come to her for teachings and then go back to deal with the Rongdi, which makes the Rongdi complain frequently.

They say Jiguang's temper has grown a lot since pregnancy; it's one thing to ask him to cook, but also to have him attend to foot‑washing.

Foot‑washing!

For the Rongdi, that has never been a wrongdoing, but…

He did it.

Now the townsfolk say City Lord Ying dotes on his wife Nan Qinghuan beyond measure, caring for her and also for the children.

It's exhausting.

Nan Qinghuan didn't seem very hungry; after a few casual bites, she let Ying finish the bowl. Once Ying was done, he went off to wash the dishes, while Nan Qinghuan tended to the children.

The two children have grown a bit; it's fun but very tiring.

Raising children is tiring, yet the couple feels content.

The heavy rain outside gradually ceased, and Nan Qinghuan, holding the children, looked at the flowers in the courtyard; many ancient blossoms were blooming nicely, though she couldn't name them.

But they were all planted.

Now the entire courtyard is full of flowers.

Rain makes everything beautiful; she has never felt so comfortable. Now Kuaihuo City is at peace, and the Baiqi Tribe has had no news since its many deaths.

Therefore, she cherishes these peaceful days.

Suddenly, a person in a raincoat hurried toward them from outside; upon closer look it was Ashu, carrying a fish in his hand.

It seemed he was delivering it to them.

"Goddess"

When Ashu arrived, Nan Qinghuan quickly invited him inside and offered him dates, saying, "Ashu is here, would you like some dates?"

"No need, Goddess, I've already eaten."

Ashu no longer takes part in city affairs; his legs are unsteady, and Ying has permitted his retirement. He now spends his days at home eating, drinking, sleeping, and occasionally goes out to check on the Great Wall's construction. Thus his simple life is quite pleasant, and he has taken to fishing.

Just now, he caught a big fish and delivered it to Nan Qinghuan.

"Goddess, I caught a fish for you to eat tonight."

Nan Qinghuan hadn't wanted it, and Ashu, who seemed plumper than before, asked, "Ashu, why don't you keep it for yourself?"

Ashu was playing with Beibei, saying, "Little Beibei, call me grandpa."

Little Beibei always cried in fright because Ashu was extremely dark‑skinned; the timid Beibei was scared, whereas their daughter Mengmeng was unafraid.

She would even use her chubby little hand to grab his small beard.

It was very cute.

"Eeyah yah yah…"

The child loved playing with Ashu, so Nan Qinghuan had to carry the fish into the kitchen. Times have long changed; the days of scarcity are past. Back then such generosity would have been impossible—how could one give away food when one barely had any? In the past, food was paramount; now interpersonal relations matter more.

"Ying, Ashu has arrived."

Ying, having washed the dishes, hurried out; seeing Ashu teasing the child, he realized the matter had been resolved.

"Ashu, how did things go?"

Matter? Nan Qinghuan was a bit bewildered—what business did Ying have Ashu handle??