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Upon Tong Tiehu’s words falling, Tong Sanlang hoisted the wooden box into the kitchen.

“Let Sanlang be your helper then, 1 reckon His Highness Prince Wei will be here soon. Get everything ready as quickly as you can,” Tong Tiehu said again.

Simultaneously with his words, Tong Sanlang placed the wooden box on the ground, opened it, and took out a pile of brand new bowls and dishes.

Qiao Xiaomai gave a response.

All the cold dishes near the big stove were ready, only the hot dishes left, which she could whip up after the feast began.

“Okay, you two get busy.” Leaving these words behind, Tong Tiehu strode somewhere else.

Since His Highness Prince Wei was coming, he needed to check the guest room they had tidied up the day before. After all, he couldn’t neglect his esteemed guest.

Only the two of them were left in the kitchen, and Tong Sanlang silently continued to take out bowls and dishes.

Qiao Xiaomai pursed her lips, then subconsciously reached out to touch her face.

She had put on light makeup today. Had Tong Sanlang noticed?

While she was wondering, Tong Sanlang stepped out of the kitchen.

Qiao Xiaomai”…”

What’s going on?

In a little while, Tong Sanlang came back in, holding a bucket of hot water. He was going to use the hot water to clean these bowls and dishes.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a scar that had scabbed over from the cut by a small knife the day before.

Qiao Xiaomai stared at the small scab for a few moments, and the scene from last night burrowed back into her mind.

She touched her nose a bit uncomfortably, no longer caring whether her makeup was light or heavy, and turned back to continue her work.

What should she say?

Should she say it wasn’t her intention?

Such blunt words, Tong Sanlang probably didn’t want to hear.

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Forget it, she would wait until she figured out what she actually felt before she spoke.

With that thought, she took out the pig’s head and offal that she had braised the day before and made a few cold mixed dishes.

By this time, Tong Sanlang had already washed the bowls and dishes clean, so she had him help wash the small fish, pond snails, and loaches.

The two were divided by a wooden basin, sitting face to face, silently finishing up these tasks without a word.

Then Tong Sanlang stoked the fire, and Qiao Xiaomai started cooking.

She used the pond snails to make brewed snail.

The small fish were coated in freshly ground flour and fried in oil.

She made a soup with the loaches.

When cooking specifically for Yang Ye, she definitely had to use Spiritual Spring water. She quietly switched it out, and Tong Sanlang acted as if he hadn’t seen anything.

The two of them, a man and a woman working together, displayed an extraordinary level of cooperation.

Close to noon, villagers started to trickle in. Tables and chairs were arranged in the courtyard. Tong Dalong set up a table at the entrance and began to record each family’s gifts with a pen in hand.

Some brought eggs, some brought copper coins, and the poorer ones brought wheat directly.

Qiao Changsun arrived with Qiao Dami and presented one hundred wen, tying with the Jiang Family for first place.

Qiao Qinghe also arrived. Even though he was smiling, there was unmistakable fatigue in his eyes.

The Sun family and Sun Junyan had been driven to live in the fields, and the house was noticeably quieter without them.

However, his youngest son, upon whom he had placed so much hope, was now like this. He seemed to have lost much of his vitality and looked older than before.

Qiao Changsun and Qiao Dami were sitting at a table next to the kitchen, quite close to the entrance. Seeing Qiao Qinghe, they hastily waved him over, “Dad, over here!”

Qiao Qinghe turned to look at them upon hearing this. He smiled and walked over.

“Where are big brother and sister-in-law?” Qiao Changsun craned his neck to look at the entrance but didn’t see Qiao Changfu, so he couldn’t help but be curious.

“They’re in the back.”

“Why didn’t you all come together?” Qiao Changsun asked.

“They’re working elsewhere.” Qiao Qinghe explained.

Even though the fields of Qiao Changfu’s family and his own were gathered together for farming, they weren’t adjacent. It’s very likely that Qiao Changfu and his wife went to one plot, and he went to another.

Qiao Changsun accepted this explanation and cheerfully said, “Well, when they get here, we’ll all sit together.”

A single table could accommodate eight or nine people..