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"I don't want to marry a stinky man."

Sugar Frost suddenly raised her head as if she was burned by fire, and her voice was urgent and crisp, as if she had been holding these words in her heart for a long time and finally burst out today.

This nonsensical sentence stunned Jing Chunxi and Jing Qiurong. They exchanged surprised glances, obviously not expecting it.

I thought that even if Tang Shuang didn't agree right away, she would at least have some feelings for A Yi. It would be fine if she just looked down on him, but why did she take down all the men at once?

"If it was Brother Ayi who asked for marriage, would you not marry me?" Jing Chunxi put down the teacup in his hand, his voice gentle, with a hint of temptation.

She recalled Jingyi's dedication to icing sugar over the years; it was unwavering. He loved the deep-fried small yellow croaker; back at Qingshan Manor, Jingyi would secretly catch it in the creek and learn from the old cook. Even when the hot oil blistered his hands, he never complained.

After a few years, he actually developed excellent cooking skills. Nowadays, most of the chefs in the kitchen are probably not as good as him in understanding the taste of frosting.

Who in the mansion couldn't see that he had been trying to feed her and make her happy in various ways day after day for several years?

"When did I ever say I wanted to marry him?" Tang Shuang blurted out, but before she finished her words, she was stunned.

The pair of round eyes that were always rolling around looking for food blinked, and a look of shame spread across his face belatedly, and even his ears turned red.

She seemed to be choking on her own words, and then she became a little exasperated. She stamped her feet and raised her voice a little, trying to hide her discomfort: "We are not like that! You...what are you thinking? Don't mention it again, never again! I didn't mean that."

If at this moment, Jing Yi happened to be standing outside the door holding a freshly baked, fragrant plum blossom pastry, wanting to please her with joy, and suddenly heard these words, who knows what the scene would be like.

I was afraid that the cake would lose its fragrance immediately, and my heart sank. I would go back at night and face the roof, and would have to stay awake until dawn.

"Girls always have to get married when they grow up." Jing Qiurong looked at Tang Shuang's stubborn expression and sighed softly, her tone filled with pity and the helplessness of someone who had experienced it. She had originally thought this would be a natural outcome, even easier than Chun Tao's.

Jing Chunxi, who was standing by, had not expected this to happen.

Her mind flashed back to the look on Tangshuang's face every time she saw Jingyi - her eyes would light up like a kitten stealing some fish, with the corners of her mouth raised high, and she would chatter and gesture around him, with such joy that anyone who saw her would think that she had someone in her heart.

So...it turned out that it was just because Jingyi always had her favorite food in his hands?

"Tang Xing, you should think about it again," Jing Qiurong frowned slightly and wanted to persuade him again.

"Mom, let's talk about it later." Jing Chunxi took the lead and interrupted his mother's words.

Looking at Tang Shuang's completely confused and even slightly offended expression, she understood about 70% of what was going on.

This girl's mind is probably as pure as a blank sheet of paper. She hasn't even figured out what love between men and women is, let alone falling in love, being in love with each other, or even having children.

Although Jing Yi was indeed a reliable and good match, and could continue to work in the mansion even after they got married, Jing Chunxi felt relieved because she knew Pu Ge'er and her mother would be there to help her take care of Tang Shuang even if she got married in the future.

However, even if things were reasonable, a forced melon wouldn't be sweet. If Jingyi was truly determined to marry her, he could only be patient and wait for this greedy little girl to slowly come to her senses.

As for why Frosting attacked everyone in one fell swoop, she didn't delve into it.

"If you don't have feelings for Ayi," Jing Qiurong took Tang Shuang's hand, her tone turning serious as she patiently instructed, "then don't rush around heartlessly just for a few bites of food. You're just causing him to have unnecessary thoughts and expectations of you, and if you end up hurting his feelings, it'll be your fault."

At first, Frosting pouts, her face showing a hint of reluctance and stubbornness. But as she listens to the lady's gentle yet powerful words, her temper slowly dissipates. Finally, like a balloon punctured by a needle, she droops and mutters "yes."

She slowly retreated to the corner, lowered her head, stared at the tips of her shoes, and said in a muffled voice, a little angry, but also as if she had made a great determination: "From now on...from now on, this servant will never go to the main kitchen again."

Dalang entered the city on December 16th. At that time, there was a heavy snowfall in the capital. Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell all night long, covering the red gates, high walls, pavilions and towers with a thick layer of silver.

The person sent by the government to scout the way came back at full speed to report that Dalang's carriage was already more than twenty miles outside the city.

All of a sudden, all the children in the mansion, regardless of age, excitedly rushed out of the mansion, got on their carriages and horses, and hurried to the Wuliting outside the city gate to welcome them.

Jing Chunxi was naturally wrapped up tightly, wearing a newly made warm orange brocade jacket and skirt, and a particularly eye-catching snow-white mink cloak on the outside, and followed the sisters into the carriage.

As the New Year draws to a close, there is another happy event in the family. All the sisters are wearing brand new bright brocade jackets, furry collars, and thick cloaks embroidered with various colors and painted with gold. In this world covered in silver, they are like beautiful flowers, set against the white snow, which is very beautiful.

There have been two sporadic snowfalls before, but they were just light snow. This is the first time this winter that we have had such a heavy snowfall.

She was wearing the mink cloak given by Xu Zize. The fur was thick and soft, wrapping her whole body in warmth. Not a single bit of the cold wind could get through, and she really didn't feel cold at all.

Feng Jiaojiao was embarrassed to go, but she felt that she was getting married soon, and she felt a little embarrassed to go to meet him so eagerly.

But he couldn't resist Jing Mingyue and Jing Chunxi's soft and hard persuasion, and was forced to stay at their house for a night. Only today did he reluctantly follow them out.

The academy was on vacation, and Pu Ge'er became lively. He had already squeezed into the front carriage with Silang and a few other boys, clamoring to pick up his cousins. He also said that he had almost forgotten what his eldest cousin and third cousin looked like.

Four or five of his good friends also came along, and the car was filled with the youthful energy of young people.

I had underestimated him in the past, always worrying that he would become silent and even develop extreme thoughts because of the major changes in his family. However, I didn't expect that he was a cheerful, talkative, and eloquent person, and he got along very well with his companions, which made me feel at ease.

"It's cold, I'd rather not get off." The carriage stopped steadily beside Wuliting. The boys all got off to play in the snow. Even Jin Jie'er and Mingzhu followed, and soon they started having snowball fights with each other.

Feng Jiaojiao, whether out of shyness or fear, wrapped herself up tightly from head to toe in the thick cloak, leaving only her watery eyes exposed. No matter how they persuaded her, she just shook her head and refused to get out of the car.

"Well, it's windy outside and too cold. Let's wait in the car!" Jing Chunxi agreed, but her actions were not as obedient as Feng Jiaojiao. She leaned forward slightly, reached out her hand and lifted the thick curtain in front of her, and a cool air mixed with the smell of snow instantly rushed in.

The snow had stopped, but looking around, the sky and the earth were all pure and flawless white. The snow on the ground was not too thick, but there were few traces of wheel tracks. The wheels of their carriage only left ruts less than half a foot deep.