As Su Xiaoqi spoke, her thoughts were that perhaps finding out Zhao Ye’s background could break through his inability to speak.
However, she had always been cautious and disliked speaking about what hadn’t been achieved.
Moreover, Yu Changfeng was already planning to reveal Zhao Ye’s identity.
But at this moment, Shen Yun suddenly stood up and said without warning, “Sir, Madam, it’s getting late. Xiao Qi and I will take our leave.”
Mr. Gu glanced at him for a moment, understood his intentions, and nodded, “Go.”
“Oh, that’s not good, is it? Here, only Shen Xiong can understand sign language. If he leaves, who will translate for us?” Yu Changfeng quickly grasped the crucial point.
“He can write,” Shen Yun said irritably.
Last time he wasn’t around, Zhao Ye had given that thing related to his background to Xiao Qi by writing it down.
Su Xiaoqi was still curious about whose child Zhao Ye was.
Based on her guess, someone who could command the second son of the Duke’s mansion to find someone would have a significant background.
Unfortunately, Shen Yun didn’t want to hear it.
She had no choice but to bid farewell to the Yu family, cast a reassuring glance at Zhao Ye, nodded at him, and left with Shen Yun.
On the return journey in the mule cart, Su Xiaoqi was preoccupied.
Shen Yun, sensing her concern, said in a deep voice, “His identity is not something we can know.”
Su Xiaoqi raised an eyebrow and retorted, “Of course it’s not something you want to know, since you’ve already guessed it.”
Don’t think she didn’t know that with his intelligence, he already had ideas about Zhao Ye’s identity, but he just kept his thoughts too deeply hidden to say.
“You know again!” Shen Yun raised his hand and tapped her forehead.
“Ooh… that hurts.” Su Xiaoqi glared at him.
After coming this far in the conversation, he still wouldn’t say it.
She frowned and spoke with a hint of threat, “Are you going to say it or not?”
Shen Yun raised an eyebrow: meaning, if I don’t say it, what can you do to me? Bite me.
“You…” Su Xiaoqi was so angry her lips trembled slightly, a smile on her face, but in her heart, she was already…
She brought out a large handful of chili seeds on the seventh day and taught Manager Li to sow them in the most fertile land closest to the back courtyard gate.
She taught him how to transplant them, how to fertilize them, and recipes that included chilies.
She also took out the five hundred catties of chilies, one hundred catties of chili paste, and one hundred jars of cooked chili oil that she had accumulated in her space over time.
Besides sending some to the Du family in Yizhou Prefecture, the East Village would also keep some, including books detailing the chili seeds, cultivation methods, and eating styles.
Being so busy, she didn’t have much time to trouble Shen Yun.
Therefore, their interactions over the past few days had been lukewarm.
They were neither excessively distant nor overly intimate.
Even before they were to depart, she went to the Gu family without telling Shen Yun, running there herself because she wanted to give some of her newly made chili products to Madam Yu.
However, since they were people from the capital, Su Xiaoqi was unsure if they could get used to it.
That day, she personally cooked, preparing dishes all related to chilies.
Stir-fried pork with chili peppers, tiger-skin chilies, steamed fish head with chopped chilies, and stir-fried chicken offal with pickled chilies…
Various dishes related to chilies, Su Xiaoqi, with the help of the Gu family’s servants, fried ten dishes in one go.
After tasting them, the Gu couple praised her profusely.
When Shen Yun came to pick up Su Xiaoqi to go home, they praised Su Xiaoqi endlessly in front of him.
However, Shen Yun was both happy and helpless. He was happy that his wife’s cooking was truly good.
He was helpless because ever since the incident with Zhao Ye, his wife seemed to be angry with him.
Although she didn’t show it much.
But he could tell that she didn’t talk to him much now, and even when he tried to appease her, she remained indifferent.
Shen Yun decided to have a serious talk with her today.
Still in the mule cart, as soon as Su Xiaoqi got in, Shen Yun handed her a hot water bottle that had just been refilled.
Su Xiaoqi took it, thanked him politely, and then lowered her head, not speaking.
Shen Yun’s heart tightened. Fortunately, he had thick skin, and he leaned closer to her and asked, “Are you still angry with me?”
Su Xiaoqi’s eyelids lifted slightly, “I dare not.”
Shen Yun’s heart constricted. Listen to her, his wife said ‘dare not,’ not ‘no.’
Shen Yun thought for a moment and said, “Do you really want to know so badly?”
Su Xiaoqi glanced at him, seeing a hint of helplessness on his handsome face, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. She thought he was mistaken.
How could someone as intelligent as Shen Yun feel helpless towards her?