While pouring water on Xiao Han, he said: "Master Hou, your red star is shining brightly, how can you have bad luck? What a joke, don't move yet, there must be something behind this..."

"You are the only one who can talk and I am a star, so what are you busy with now?"

"Hehe, isn't this a process passed down from our ancestors? Even if the emperor is on a personal expedition, he has to do this when he comes back..."

"Okay, okay, it's almost done. I'm wet and I still have to talk to Lao Zhao. Don't be poor. Hurry up and make a few more bowls of noodles. Make more. I've been busy these two days!"

"Okay, please, Xiao Shiyi, don't be stunned, hurry up and knead the dough with me!"

After all, the home is comfortable, no matter who it is, it always makes people feel comfortable! After laughing and scolding the fat chef, Xiao Han felt a lot more relaxed.

I looked up at the only remaining osmanthus tree in the corner of the courtyard. In this gloomy weather, it seemed that summer was about to pass, and the singing cicadas were no longer so active.

"A troubled time..."

Xiao Han sighed in a tone that was very inappropriate for his age, and walked towards the living room with his legs up while the servants around him looked at him with blank faces.

As early as when Xiao Han was greeted after returning from victory, Xiaodong had already led a row of poor blacksmiths to the living room. When Xiao Han came in, the blacksmiths were standing at the door, waiting for him.

Xiao Han walked in with his legs raised, glanced at everyone, and said with some self-deprecation: "It's only been a few days, why are we so divided here? Sit down, if you have anything to do, tell me slowly."

After saying that, seeing the blacksmiths sitting down on the chairs on both sides, Xiao Han walked to the main seat, first picked up the kettle on the table and filled half of the bottle of water. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the man sitting on his head.

Lao Zhao asked: "I haven't had time to ask you, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so miserable? There are no outsiders here now. If you have anything to say, just say it!"

As he spoke, Xiao Han seemed to have gained a bit of the aura of a Marquis. At least he didn't want to think about it before, even when he was sitting in the main seat, he looked like a gangster.

These days, he has become accustomed to freely changing between the two identities. When he meets Xue Shou, a wise man who is almost a demon, Xiao Han naturally turns into a silly and sweet young man, enjoying the joy of being young with peace of mind.

and bring various conveniences.
Chapter completed!