"Well... why didn't my husband go to the study today?"

Song Ziheng put down the rag indifferently and walked towards Su Wan: "When I entered the house, I was a little curious when I saw the cloth on the table. Can I solve my doubts?"

"I can't do it if my girl is hot, so I'll practice it with the old cloth first."

"My wife is not good at Nu Hong, and it doesn't matter if she doesn't do it."

"It's better to pass the time by doing needlework at home."

"It's okay, but I just do it when I have time, so don't be tired."

Su Wan nodded slightly: "Save it."

Song Ziheng also smiled and said, "Then I'll go to the study. My wife will take a break earlier, so there is no need to wait for me."

Su Wan nodded, and said a few words of routine advice. Mo Taiwan watched him push the door and leave. As soon as Song Ziheng went out, he was not in a hurry to go to the study room. Instead, he stood at the door and looked up at the night, and a sigh rose gently from his heart. He suddenly remembered that he was the same when he got married. He stayed in the study room whenever he had time. His wife complained about this. He thought that he didn't know it at that time. Now that she is so used to it, even considerate, he feels lost for no reason.

The sigh finally overflowed from his heart to his throat. Song Ziheng came back to his senses, suppressed his sigh and sneered gently. He had time to moan without any illness. It would be better to read a few more books. Thinking of this, he took a step towards the study.

Su Wan looked at Song Ziheng bringing the door of the house, then put away the old cloth on the table, and sighed while cleaning. Song Ziheng delayed reading for her to instruct her. Although it was not great, being able to pay attention to this detail and express concern is considered a good man in modern times.

If this good man does not abandon his wife after he is developed, nor does he have three wives and four concubines, it will be better to live like this for the rest of his life.

Su Wan continued to follow Song Xiaomei to learn from the girl Hong. Grandma Song glanced at the sky and said, "It's almost done dinner."

"Okay." Song Xiaomei and Su Wan put down their things and went to the kitchen. After living here for several months, Su Wan still didn't help much, so she just washed the vegetables. She almost cut the vegetables last time. After that, Song Xiaomei didn't dare to let her touch the kitchen knife. The dishes she had to cook in the evening were not as high as noon, and there were still a lot of the two big dishes left at noon. Just stir-fry a few bowls of vegetables. The two of them were so busy that they couldn't even call Daniu Erniu to help.

Su Wan washed the vegetables by the well and brought them into the kitchen. Song Xiaomei had already raised the fire and washed the pot. When she saw her coming in, she smiled and said, "I find that the third brother is a little strange today."

"What's strange?"

"When I was having lunch, I told him that you were learning needlework and to make clothes for him with your own hands. The third brother looked very strange after hearing this. Didn't you tell him about this?"

"No, he knows I'm learning needlework." Su Wan raised her eyebrows and asked again, "What's his expression?"

Song Xiaomei stopped the movement in her hand, thought about it seriously, and shook her head: "It's hard to say, I seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. She left without saying a word, and I don't know what she was thinking."

Su Wan couldn't imagine how Song Ziheng was doing these expressions, and shook her head and said, "I guess I thought of something else, and scholars are always a little different."

Song Xiaomei agreed deeply: "My brother can even recognize the strange-shaped characters, so it is normal for us to not understand them."

However, Song Xiaomei's words reminded Su Wan in a coincidence that she wanted to make a piece of clothing and didn't know that she would have to wait until the year of the Monkey Horse Month, but some benefits could still be withdrawn in advance. So that night, Song Ziheng was studying in the study as usual, but Su Wan knocked in and raised the cloth in her hand: "It's still early, I want to do needlework, but I wonder if my husband can move to the bedroom? There are also tables and chairs in the room, which does not prevent my husband from reading."

Song Ziheng put down the book, his mouth was filled with a smile, "It's okay to go back to the room to read the book, but the oil lamp is dim. My wife did too much needle and thread at night, which was useless for both eyes."

"My husband reads books under the lamp all year round, so I only sew at night occasionally, so I think it should be fine."

Song Ziheng looked at Su Wan deeply, for some reason he didn't insist, but said, "Madam, remember what you said occasionally."

Su Wan thought he needed some skills and was ready for a long-term war of resistance. Unexpectedly, after a few words, he agreed. He subconsciously nodded and saw him stand up, and he looked even longer under the light: "My wife, wait for a moment."

Two minutes later, Song Ziheng put a book under his armpit, put on the oil lamp, closed the door, held Su Wan's hand, and moved the reading position to the bedroom. Su Wan had asked the chairs and "sofa" he had been used before. Song Ziheng sat down on the chair in front of the table, and she sat on the "sofa" next to her, leaning against the cool wooden board, took off her shoes and retracted her feet into her clothes. The lights, coupled with the moonlight outside the window, were a bit brighter. Song Ziheng turned around and saw Su Wan shrinking into a ball like a cat, and couldn't help laughing, "You will enjoy it."

Su Wan just smiled and said nothing. She leaned against the sofa. In the eyes of the people here, it was just a strange chair that was relatively long and wide, and occasionally used as a couch. Su Wan regretted that the summer was too hot. When the weather turned cold, she asked Song Xiaomei to help make some simple seat cushions, stuffed cotton into it and put it on the sofa, which was so comfortable.
Chapter completed!