Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 690 Thrush

Now that the family has more land and Xiaoshan works in the medicine shop, grandma and the others will definitely be busier than in previous years during the spring plowing season.

He said he would do anything to convince grandma to buy a few servants!

Soon, the pot began to gurgle. After a while, Song Ying stood up and said, "It should be almost done."

Yuan Qing looked at the two-layer steamer. With his experience, it was difficult to judge whether it was cooked or not.

Thinking that this was Song Ying's first time cooking and there couldn't be any mistakes, he walked around and planned to move the steamer to take a look.

"Don't move, I'll do it!" Song Ying stopped him. "Don't move the steamer. I'll open the lid and take a look. It doesn't need to be cooked perfectly. We'll have to keep it warm over the remaining fire. It will definitely be done. The key is to calculate whether the water will boil dry."

As she was talking, she was about to go out. As she moved, the hem of her skirt brushed against Yuan Shan, who sat up with a start: "How long have I been sleeping?"

"The meal will be ready soon. You should wash up and get ready to eat." Song Ying walked to the stove and opened the lid, but the steamer was filled with white smoke and there were two layers between them, so he couldn't see underneath.

Instead, she leaned over to the pot and listened to the gurgling sound inside. "It's okay, there's enough water."

Yuan Shan said, "Please add some more water. There are many relatives left in the village. If they are delayed, we might not be able to have breakfast until noon. Add some more water to keep it warm."

Yuan Shan naturally knew more about their relatives than Song Ying did. Song Ying decided to listen to her without hesitation and asked curiously, "How many relatives are left? The village can't accommodate so many people, right?"

Yuan Shan curled her lips and said, "There are a lot of people. Even my great-grandmother's family came. Some went to the next village to stay overnight."

Of course, the village next door is not Xinghua Village, and that is where the Song family’s relatives will stay.

Song Ying was surprised, "Why are there so many people staying overnight?"

The number of houses in the village is limited, so if there are a few more relatives coming, they have to stay at the neighbors' houses.

During weddings and funerals, it is inevitable that relatives will stay overnight at the homes of fellow villagers.

However, there are only a limited number of rooms available for people to stay overnight in a village, so whenever these things happen, the host family will make arrangements in advance, and relatives who live nearby will try to go home. She has never heard of a family with so many relatives that they have to go to other villages to stay overnight.

Yuan Shan pouted, "It's because my brother has become successful that they all come to make friends with us. We never saw them around before. Some of them would avoid us when we met them on the street, afraid that we would ask them for money."

"Xiao Shan." Yuan Qing stopped her softly, "Don't say these words anymore. We are all relatives. It's a favor that they are willing to come to my wedding."

Yuan Shan snorted, "Forget it, let's not talk about them. Sister-in-law, you'll be serving tea later, so go back to your room and freshen up first. Leave this to me."

"Okay, thank you for your help." Serving tea was a very important matter, so Song Ying didn't bother to be polite with her.

Yuan Qingchen was thinking about Huamei. He quickly picked up the copper basin, opened the top pot and scooped out a ladle of hot water. The steaming hot air blurred his eyebrows, but he couldn't hide the smile on his lips: "There's a lot of smoke and ash in the kitchen. I'll clean my face again."

As he said this, he followed Song Ying out, carrying the copper basin.

Yuan Shan opened her mouth slightly. Her brother actually gave his sister-in-law some water to wash her face?!

Isn't this a bit inappropriate?

At home, he only brings water for his grandparents to wash their faces a limited number of times!

Will he be dominated by his wife in the future?

Song Ying and Yuan Qing naturally didn't know about Yuan Shan's shock and thoughts.

After returning to her bridal chamber, Song Yingjie put on her makeup. When she came to the step of drawing her eyebrows, she couldn't find the Daishi. Puzzled, she moved the box to look for it, "Hey, where's the Daishi?"

"Here." Yuan Qing's figure was reflected in the bronze mirror. He had stood behind her without her noticing when, holding a black stone in his hand. "My lady, would you like me to draw your eyebrows for you?"

Song Ying's eyes suddenly widened, and the bronze mirror reflected her slightly parted lips: "Ah?"

She turned around suddenly, and the end of her hair brushed against Yuan Qing's wrist. "Can you draw eyebrows?"

Yuan Qing rubbed the lines on the dark stone with his fingertips and said seriously, "I've practiced before, so it should be fine."

Seeing Song Ying eager to try, she understood everything. Her cheeks flushed and she whispered, "Then you have to be more careful. If the painting is not good, I won't go out today."

"Don't worry." Yuan Qing confidently took up his stance, "Just raise your head."

Song Ying looked up and saw Yuan Qing leaning closer. In an instant, her breath was filled with his scent.

She couldn't help but hold her breath, her eyelashes trembled quickly a few times, and as her sleeve brushed across her face, she felt a tingling sensation between her eyebrows. The black ink brush moved very slowly, like a spring silkworm spinning silk, or like melted snow from the eaves winding down.

The distance was too close. Song Ying couldn't bear such a close eye contact and closed her eyes shyly.

The sun gradually rose outside the window, and the beautiful morning sunlight cast the shadows of the two people on the pink wall, one with his head down and the other with his head up, which was even more affectionate than the eyebrow-painting scene in "Portrait of a Lady".

The warm and cool touch between my eyebrows lingered for an unknown amount of time before finally leaving reluctantly.

Song Ying still had her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly in the morning light, like a butterfly hovering among flowers.

"Are you ready?" she asked softly, her voice filled with a mixture of shyness and joy that was difficult to conceal.

Yuan Qing looked at the face so close to him, his Adam's apple moved, and after a while he straightened up and said, "Okay."

Song Ying slowly straightened her face. The bronze mirror reflected a pair of new eyebrows that looked like distant green mountains. The left one was like a crescent moon emerging from the clouds, and the right one was like a willow leaf cutting through the smoke. The two dark eyebrows made her almond-shaped eyes even more sparkling.

"This..." Her fingertips unconsciously touched the ends of her eyebrows, but she was afraid of smudging her makeup, so she quickly retracted her hand. "When did you start practicing? You can draw better than me!"

Yuan Qing picked up a bronze mirror on the dressing table, reflecting her profile at an angle, and said vaguely, "Not long."

Song Ying couldn't believe it. He could draw so well in one go. He must have practiced for a long time. Just as she was about to speak, Yuan Shan's voice came from outside.

"Brother, sister-in-law, are you ready? Grandpa and grandma are up, we can serve tea!"

Song Ying had to put it aside for the time being and replied, "Okay!"

As she spoke, she quickly straightened her hair and urged Yuan Qing, "You must have rubbed your hands against the black stone. Go wash your hands quickly."

Yuan Qing put down the Dai Shi with satisfaction, washed his hands, and the couple went out together.

In the main room, four armchairs had been placed side by side. Tao, Yuan Chuanfang, and Yuan Chengfang had all sat down and were waiting.

In addition to them, there were many other people, most of whom were relatives of the Yuan family, and a small number of neighbors.

Seeing the two of them arrive, Yuan Mei, the eldest aunt of the Yuan family, hurriedly said, "Finally you're here. You two are really not even active in getting the red envelope."

Then he turned around and called out, "Shanwa, bring the tea quickly!"

Everyone laughed, and someone joked, "They're like this even after they got married. They're really getting sloppy right now."

He then teased them: "Come and serve tea. After that, you two can do whatever you want. No one will bother you!"