After crossing over: kidnapping a female hunter to be the stepfather of the three cubs

Hongying is seventeen years old, so her father is no more than forty, a few years older than her. Doesn't that mean she is about the same age?

Eh~ If this is really as Hongying said, then this Pang Piaotou is really an old cow eating young grass.

"Ah...did your father say he wanted to marry that orphan girl?" Zhao Huanxi's melon-eating nature started to move again.

"Not really. My father just asked me to get along well with her, but didn't tell me when to marry her." Hongying looked indignant.

It was getting late, and the children had sent them to bed. The family had already had dinner, and now Zhao Huanxi planned to cook a bowl of clear soup noodles for Hongying.

I bought a rolling pin last time I went to town, and it’s coming in handy now.

"Does your father know that you are out this time?" Zhao Huanxi was kneading dough in his hands while chatting with Hongying.

"He doesn't know, I ran away secretly."

"Will your father be worried? Such a beautiful girl ran out alone, isn't she afraid that she would be kidnapped by kidnappers?" Zhao Huanxi noticed that Hongying was not in a good mood, so he teased her.

Hearing Sister Huanxi say this, Pang Hongying's face instantly turned from gloomy to bright, and she said to Zhao Huanxi:

"Sister, don't underestimate me. I'm ranked sixth in martial arts in our escort agency!"

She thought Tang Xiaoliu was the sixth child, and said with a smile:

"What's Xiaoliu's ranking? I thought he was sixth."

"His name is just Tang Xiaoliu. His martial arts rank is eleventh."

"Hongying, you're quite good. The noodles will be ready soon. You came so suddenly that we didn't prepare any dishes at home. Just make do with this for now. I'll go to town to buy some more tomorrow."

Zhao Huanxi was very skillful. In her previous life, she loved hand-rolled noodles, so she learned the skill from her grandmother. However, she didn't have any sauce, so she had to make clear soup noodles for Hongying.

First, fry an egg and put it in the prepared large bowl. Then scoop a spoonful of homemade lard, add some vinegar, soy sauce, and salt.

Then blanch a few vegetables grown in your backyard, and finally scoop a spoonful of boiling water to dissolve the seasoning in the bowl.

Put the rolled noodles into the pot, cook for a while, then take them out and put them in a bowl.

Just arrange the dish a little and you have a bowl of steaming clear soup noodles.

"Hmm... smells so good! Your cooking skills are beyond words, sister. I'm starving."

Pang Hongying's saliva was about to flow like a river when she smelled the smell, but she felt embarrassed in front of Sister Huanxi and had to maintain her image.

Zhao Huanxi brought the noodles over, and Pang Hongying took the chopsticks and sat down to start eating the noodles.

"Wow~ So delicious! The noodles are so chewy and smooth. I didn't expect that the noodle soup made with such simple seasonings could be so delicious. I'm so lucky to have met you."

After saying that, he took a big mouthful. He took a bite of the fried egg, the outer white was crispy and fragrant, while the yolk inside was surprisingly runny.

"Eat slowly. If it's not enough, I'll give you more. There's more." Zhao Huanxi watched her eating heartily, afraid that she would choke.

"Thank you, Sister Huanxi, you are so nice to me." Pang Hongying, who was slurping her noodles, suddenly said this for some reason.

"If it weren't for you, we would have been eaten by that Li Dabiao last time." As he said this, he made a gesture of touching his neck with his hand.

Pang Hongying was amused by Zhao Huanxi's actions. The two of them ate and chatted. Finally, Zhao Huanxi went to the small bedroom to make the bed.

He also boiled a large pot of water for Pang Hongying to wash.

It’s getting late, so I’ll let Hongying go in and rest early, and leave it to me to clean up the mess.

Pang Hongying felt a little embarrassed that this trip had caused so much trouble to Sister Huanxi.

Zhao Huanxi saw her apology and smiled as he sent her off to rest.

"This girl is still just a child after all. She was just a high school student in her previous life."

Zhao Huanxi shook his head, cleaned the kitchen, washed himself, and then got into bed and fell asleep with the children.

Pang Hongying was lying on the bed, and she thought of the woman her father brought back.

She looked so fragile, with a pitiful expression at all times. When her father brought her back that day, she hid behind him in such a timid manner, and I felt so sorry for her.

Later, my brothers teased me that I was going to have a mother, and that they were going to have a new master's wife. I was angry and went to the study to confront my father, but his guilty look convinced me what my brothers said.

Was she too impulsive? Dad didn't seem to admit it himself.

Why does Dad look so guilty? Besides, that girl is about the same age as Sister Huanxi.

After all, he was not angry at the woman, but at his father. How could he even lay his hands on such a young girl?

Pang Hongying was brainstorming in her head, when she suddenly smelled a pine and cypress scent on the pillow that belonged only to Sister Huanxi.

This smell only comes from Sister Huanxi. Could this be the bed where Sister Huanxi slept?

When Pang Hongying thought of this, she no longer thought about her father. Her little face flushed and she fell asleep hugging the quilt in a short while.

She fell asleep, but there was another person who stayed awake all night.

Xu Qingzhao's mind was filled with thoughts of Huanxi's morning appearance. He wiped her injured cheek with a handkerchief, not knowing how her injury was.

Were the footprints in Guhangou left by her? Huanxi seemed to have many secrets that made it impossible for her to see clearly.

What was the relationship between that woman who came riding here and Huanxi? Seeing how familiar they were, I wanted to blend in.

Thinking back now, there are many doubts about which side my father took. My father's retainer committed suicide shortly after the incident, leaving behind a lot of letters between my father and the prince at the time. Are these letters true or false?

Every night, these things would torment Xu Qingzhao and make him unable to sleep.

She wanted to live in anonymity for the rest of her life, but at night she would think of her parents and sisters. Over the years, she had been collecting evidence, both openly and covertly, but all she found was evidence that proved her father was guilty.

At that time, the Xu family was slaughtered by the new emperor without leaving a single survivor. Could it be that the new emperor really was hiding something on purpose?

As he thought about it, Xu Qingzhao's eyes were filled with tears.

I have too much on my shoulders, and I can't let others get dragged into this because of me. That person is in a high position, and I don't know when he will suddenly get the urge to pull me out completely.

She took out the jade pendant from her body. This was something her master had asked her to keep safe before he died. Holding the jade pendant, she felt more at ease.

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It was a rare drizzle early in the morning. They say spring rain is as precious as oil. This was indeed the first rain Zhao Huanxi had seen since traveling through time.

Just when I was thinking that I didn't need to water the vegetables in my backyard today, the rain stopped as if it was a omen.

"Oh my god, you're kidding me."

After cursing inwardly, he still obediently fetched water from the well to water the plants.

The beans at the back were all climbing onto the bamboo sticks that Zhao Huanxi had put up, but they were still small and the vines were not very long.

The melons also grew some vines that spread out in all directions, and the thick leaves almost covered the ground.

The most pleasing thing is the various green vegetables. The seeds were sown very densely before, and these edible leafy vegetables were pulled out as they grew, leaving behind large, well-grown seedlings. No more pulling and transplanting.

But things like eggplant need to be transplanted. They cannot be allowed to grow too densely, otherwise they will grow poorly.

After watering the plants, I heard Xiao Pan had already cooked the porridge.

Before leaving, I went to check out the foundation, and luckily it wasn't seriously damaged by the rain.

Lu Lin and his wife had already arrived. Zhao Huanxi went over to greet them, exchanged a few words of greeting, then handed the management chores over to them, gave them a few instructions, and went home.