First-rank palace maid Su Jixiang

Wei Ling couldn't help but feel a headache after hearing the news.

He also knew Qian Feng's problems.

It's not that it's wrong to listen to your wife, but it depends on the occasion and the situation. However, Qian Feng seems to be obedient to Zhao Xiuwan.

Wei Ling looked at the sky outside and decided to go home.

There are too many things to do in the army, and he has been busy in the barracks these days, and he has really neglected Su Jixiang. It is rare that Su Jixiang still considers everything for him and even comes to deliver things and visit him in person.

If he doesn't go back, it will be a bit unreasonable.

Wei Ling did not mention this matter in advance, but just talked to Xie Yingfeng and asked him to stay in the military camp today.

Xie Yingfeng also knew that Wei Ling had not been home for many days. However, after the rebellion was quelled, he could go home every day to complain to Qu Wanning, so when Wei Ling asked him to stay behind today, he agreed without hesitation.

Wei Ling did not ride a horse, but walked out of the military camp leading his own horse.

Today, martial law in Mangcheng has been lifted, and everything has returned to its original state. Not only has it not become deserted, but the streets have become even more lively as the year is approaching.

Wei Ling looked at the streets of Mangcheng at dusk and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

Although there was light snow, the streets were still bustling. Some of the shops along the street had already started to close, while others were still busy. White steam was rising from the steamers in the street food shops. The freshly-made buns looked big, round and fragrant. Many people gathered around to buy them, creating a prosperous scene of a bustling market.

Wei Ling originally wanted to walk over and buy two buns, but when he thought of Su Jixiang's craftsmanship, he just smiled and slowly walked over with his horse.

Ever since he and Su Jixiang were assassinated that day, he had never walked so leisurely on the streets of Mangcheng again.

Mangcheng now looks peaceful and harmonious, but Wei Ling doesn't know how long this harmony can last.

When Wei Ling returned home, Su Jixiang was making fish balls.

Qu Chenxing got two big fish from somewhere and sent them over. The fish were so big that there was not even enough pot to put them all in. Su Jixiang could only split the fish in half, remove the bones to make fish soup, and take the fish head separately, intending to make chopped pepper fish head later. As for the large amount of fish meat, part of it was made into fish fillets and part into fish balls.

Fish balls are easy to store in the winter. Whenever you want to eat them, just bring them back from outside, thaw them and put them in the pot.

There was a huge pot, and the soup inside was cooked to a snow-white color. The steam rose slowly along the surface of the pot, enveloping Su Jixiang's face, making her face look so beautiful and unreal.

Wei Ling suddenly felt that this was the meaning of his coming home, there were people waiting for him and the aroma of hot meals wafted in the air.

Wei Zhong was helping to light the fire. When he saw Wei Ling appear at the door, he was about to stand up and salute, but was stopped by Wei Ling who raised his hand lightly.

Wei Zhong understood and quickly sat back down.

"Is it osmanthus?" Su Jixiang asked without raising his head, holding the fish balls in one hand and the colander in the other. "Please bring me another plate. Fill this one up. Then you can take this plate of fish balls and the one you just cooked to Wan Ning and Chen Xing."

Wei Ling smiled slightly, walked over, took an empty plate and placed it next to Su Jixiang's hand, and at the same time moved the full plate aside.

Not to mention, the plate is so full and heavy.

Su Jixiang felt something was wrong. When she looked up, she met Wei Ling's smiling eyes. She was slightly startled.

"Why are you back?" Su Jixiang asked.

"Can't I come back?" Wei Ling felt a little sad. What kind of words are these? He was just out for a few days and was too busy to go home...

"No... I mean, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming back?" Su Jixiang also felt that there was something wrong with his question, and said with a slight smile.

"I was thinking about you, so I came back to see you." Wei Ling said softly.

Wei Zhong lowered his head. He heard nothing and just focused on burning firewood.

Su Jixiang's face flushed, and she quickly looked into the pot, "Are you hungry? I'll finish cooking after I finish these."

"Not hungry." Wei Ling shook his head. In fact, he was hungry, but when he saw Su Jixiang, he felt that everything was good and he was not so eager to eat. "Take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

"It's almost done." Su Jixiang pointed at the little fish paste left in the basin and said, "Most of it has been cooked. We'll send it to them later. These are ours."

"Okay." Wei Ling didn't know why, but he just liked listening to Su Jixiang talk about these trivial things.

Military affairs were already worrying enough, and it seemed that only by returning home and listening to Su Jixiang's nagging could he temporarily forget about military affairs.

"Go change your clothes first! This one doesn't feel good." Su Jixiang looked at his clothes and said, "Wash your face and take a rest."

"Okay. I'll come see you later." Wei Ling nodded.

He had been unkempt these past few days in the military camp and looked quite sloppy.

Only after Wei Ling left did Su Jixiang breathe a sigh of relief.

To be honest, even though Wei Ling had said that he wanted to live with her for a long time, she still felt a little uncomfortable with it...

She quickened her movements and prepared the remaining fish balls before putting the washed and plated fish head into the steamer.

She was going to stir-fry the fish fillets, and all she needed to do was add some chopped green onions along with the egg whites.

The fried fish fillets made in this way are fresh and tender. The egg white and fish meat are both white, and are garnished with emerald green onion shreds, which looks very refreshing.

She also cooked a fish ball stew with fish balls, pork skin, soaked bamboo shoots and tofu.

The pork skin is fried pork skin that has been soaked in advance, cut into small pieces and stewed with fish balls, dried bamboo shoots and tofu. The holes in the fried pork skin will be filled with the delicious soup. When you bite it, your mouth will be full of juice and it is very chewy.

When all this is done, the fish head is almost ready.

The green and red peppers are chopped and sprinkled on the fish head that is split in half, creating bright and distinct colors.

This meal was the most comfortable meal Wei Ling had had recently.

He had hardly had a proper meal since he was assassinated, except for a few snacks when he was really hungry.

If Zhou Ziqi hadn't been there, his stomach disease would have flared up.

He has been in the military camp these days, and Zhou Ziqi has been there to help him take care of his body.

After dinner, Wei Ling talked to Su Jixiang about what had happened in the past few days.

"Lin Xuwen is probably in trouble," Wei Ling said, "but he is very stubborn and refuses to tell me where the real accounts are. If I want to check them one by one, there will be too much to deal with! And the accounts in many places are not in order. It is difficult to verify them one by one."