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The last dish served was a large bowl of dragon boat rice, which was mixed with various ingredients such as sausage, dried shrimp, mushrooms, etc. It was fragrant and golden in color.

"This is the Dragon Boat Rice that we must eat during the Dragon Boat Festival in Sihui," Feng Jiaojiao explained. "Although it's not Dragon Boat Festival now, I specially asked someone to make it."

Jing Chunxi had almost finished his meal, but he couldn't help but pick up his chopsticks. He took a bite and found the rice grains distinct and absorbed the essence of the various ingredients. It was salty and delicious, making him want another bowl.

"Sister Jing, which dish is your favorite?" Feng Yaya didn't eat much, but she didn't miss any of the dishes. Now she asked curiously with her chin propped up, and a grain of rice stained her little face, looking very cute.

Jing Chunxi smiled and wiped the rice grains off her face. "Every dish is delicious, I like them all. But the most special ones are probably the tea oil chicken and the Wei Zheng wontons."

"I knew it!" Feng Yaya said proudly, "Guests from out of town always love these two the most!"

Feng Jiaojiao coughed lightly: "Ya'er, don't disturb Miss Jing's meal."

"It's okay," Jing Chunxi said with a smile. "Ya'er is innocent and cute. I really enjoy chatting with her."

Throughout the banquet, Feng Jiaojiao maintained her elegant demeanor, frequently explaining the origins and cooking methods of the dishes to Jing Chunxi, displaying the demeanor of a lady from a noble family. Her twin brothers, on the other hand, were sometimes well-behaved, then sometimes carried away by the food, only to be restrained after their sister's reminder. The younger sister, Feng Yaya, was lively and adorable, interjecting from time to time and adding a touch of joy to the banquet.

During this meal, Jing Chunxi not only tasted the authentic cuisine of Sihui, but also felt the warm and harmonious family atmosphere of the Feng family. As she looked at the family before her, a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

After having dinner with Feng Jiaojiao, Jing Chunxi said he had something else to do and left.

Her uncle is coming over, but she doesn’t know what time he will come, and she can’t let him wait.

This was exactly what Feng Jiaojiao wanted, so she didn't try to persuade him to stay. She had brought her younger brother and sister out today, and although they had a few guards besides the maids, her father and mother would definitely be worried if she went back too late.

While packing snacks for her younger siblings, Feng Jiaojiao also packed a large bag for Jing Chunxi, telling him to eat it on the way tomorrow. She always felt that this seemingly fragile girl had an indescribable toughness that made her want to take better care of her.

Jing Chunxi accepted her kindness without hesitation. As a down-and-out noblewoman in the eyes of others, she naturally did not dare to take out gifts from the space. She only thought that if there was a chance in the future, she would repay the kindness.

When Jing Chunxi took the heavy snack bag, her fingers trembled slightly. She lowered her head to hide the moisture in her eyes and said softly, "Sister Jiaojiao treats me so well, Chunxi will remember it in her heart." She secretly made up her mind that when she had the ability in the future, she would definitely repay this friendship.

Feng Jiaojiao watched Jing Chunxi leave, a relieved smile playing on her lips. She turned to look at her brother and sister-in-law, who were playing, and whispered to the nanny who had followed them in, "Have the coachman prepare the carriage. We should return home." She thought to herself that if she delayed any longer, she would have to listen to her mother's nagging again. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh and reached out to straighten her brother's messy collar.

When we got back to the inn, it was just getting dark.

Jing Chunxi stood by the window, gazing at the gradually darkening clouds in the sky, feeling both anticipation and apprehension. Chuntao softly lit the oil lamp, its dim light spreading across the room, adding a touch of warmth to this night of waiting.

Thinking about the time when my uncle came home in the middle of the night during his exile, I felt that he would not show up so soon this time. So I asked Chuntao and Hongfen to wait on me again, and after washing up, no one stayed.

She specifically instructed: "I want to rest early tonight, so you all can go downstairs. There's no need to keep watch." After the door was closed, she immediately sat up from the bed and pricked up her ears to listen to the movements outside.

If she was only meeting her uncle, she wouldn't have to avoid Hongfen and Chuntao, but thinking about what she had discussed with Xu Zize last night, she had to avoid everyone.

A woman leaned on her bed, reading a travelogue by the dimly lit oil lamp. Her fingers flicked the pages, but her mind was completely elsewhere.

Every few pages she would glance out the window, listening to the night watchmen outside to calculate the time. The flame of the oil lamp would occasionally flicker, casting a swaying shadow on her face, making her expression even more focused and nervous.

A familiar series of knocks echoed at the door, and Jing Chunxi suddenly stood up. The unusual rhythm made her heart skip a beat, and the book in her hand dropped to the ground with a clatter. She rushed to the door in two steps, but suddenly stopped, took a deep breath to calm her excitement, and then asked softly, "Who is it?"

"Miss," she heard a deliberately low voice from outside, and she knew it was her uncle. The familiar voice made Jing Chunxi's nose sore and she almost cried.

She pulled open the latch with trembling hands, and the door hinges creaked slightly, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

But at this time, Jing Chunxi looked out the window and saw that it was not even dark yet! Why was her uncle so careless? She was both happy and worried.

"Xi Jie'er," Jing Chunxi knew it was her uncle just by the sound of his voice. The familiar tone of voice and the way he walked made her eyes warm. But when she saw the person's face clearly, she was stunned - it was a completely unfamiliar face.

"Uncle, you are wearing..." Before Jing Chunxi finished speaking, Jing Changjiang turned around and ordered the fast runners at the door: "Close the door and don't let anyone get close." The door was then closed from the outside.

Only then did Jing Chunxi notice that his uncle's attire was very different from usual. He was wearing a scarlet satin gown, looking exactly like a businessman.

Jing Changjiang: "I also booked a private room on the second floor as a passing businessman, and I was accompanied by a few others."

Jing Chunxi finally understood. No wonder he dared to knock on the door so early. It turned out that he had a new identity.

"Xijie, you've worked hard. Are mother and brother all right?" Jing Changjiang couldn't help but reach up and touch Jing Chunxi's head, sighing, "You've grown up, become more capable, and can even go out on your own." His eyes reddened as he spoke. His palms were warm and rough, and as he gently stroked his niece's hair, his movements were incredibly gentle, not at all like those of a rough-hewn warrior.

Jing Chunxi gave him a reassuring smile: "I'm fine! I was just thinking about you guys. Pu Ge'er is sensible now and his grades are good."

She looked up, trying to find any familiar traces on the strange mask. Seeing a few gray hairs on her uncle's temples made her heart ache.

Out of curiosity, she reached out and touched her uncle's human skin mask. It was quite soft, almost like human skin, though slightly smoother. Her fingertips carefully touched the edge of the mask, fearing to hurt her uncle.

The mask was made with great precision, even the pores and tiny wrinkles looked lifelike. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it was fake.

"Uncle, can you take it off so I can see your face?" Jing Chunxi said as she tried to lift his chin to find out what was going on. As soon as her fingers touched the edge of the mask, her uncle grabbed them.

"Don't do that yet. Every time you peel it off, you're wasting a ticket. It's expensive. There's a time for Sister Xi to see it." Jing Chunxi's hand was quickly grabbed by her uncle, who stopped her childish behavior. Jing Changjiang's voice was smiling, but also a bit helpless. He gently patted the back of his niece's hand, motioning her to sit down and talk.

"Didn't grandpa and third uncle tell you that Sister Xi has a lot of silver? I'll give it to my eldest uncle." Although Jing Chunxi had never touched a human skin mask, he knew that it would be very stuffy to wear one, especially in the summer, which would be very uncomfortable.

If I can let my uncle change his clothes every day and wash his face every day, what does spending some money matter?

"How can I use your child? My uncle has his own way." Jing Chunxi hadn't exchanged secret letters with her uncle, and there were some things she couldn't convey to him. She didn't know how much her uncle knew about her fairy aunt.

But she knew that, for the sake of caution, her grandfather and third uncle would not tell her eldest uncle such a secret matter by sending a letter via carrier pigeon.

She gently held her uncle's hand and whispered, "Uncle, it must be hard for you to live in the mountains?" As soon as she said that, she could no longer hold back her tears.