Chapter 21 — My Two Sisters Pretended to Be Dead, Two Years Later, They Were Captured by Their Husbands

I took the bowl and poked it with chopsticks.

"What exactly is this?"

"I was originally going to make flower waffles."

I looked at the pile of gray-white paste in the bowl.

"You should still go to the battlefield."

He scratched his head.

"Tomorrow will do better."

Every day he says that. Doing it every day is even more bizarre. Come Saturday. I really can't look anymore.

"Let me do it."

I rolled up my sleeves and walked into the kitchen. Han Chi Qua followed behind.

"Do you know how to cook?"

"Stayed in Xi Liang for two years."

"Do you go out to restaurants every day to eat?"

We quickly knead the dough, mix the filling, and put it in the steamer basket. After half a stick of incense. A hot basket of waffles was brought out. Han Chi Qua looked at the cake basket. The expression on his face was like he had just seen a peerless treasure. I gave him a piece of cake. He took a bite and chewed for a long time.

"Can you still call your burnt cakes delicious?"

He shook his head.

"Whatever dish you make is delicious."

My hands shook, I almost dropped the steamer basket.

"Han Chi Qua, can you say it all at once?"

He thought for a moment.

"You said before that I didn't care about you."

"Actually not."

"Then why do you stare at that handkerchief every day?"

"Because..."

"The person on that handkerchief is you."

My whole body was as stiff as stone.

"That day, I secretly went up the mountain to practice my sword."

"I stood in the dark and saw."

"When I got home, I painted again."

"The lady on the handkerchief..."

"It's me."

"You said you don't love me."

"But from that moment I knew."

"The sick lady I married..."

"Absolutely not the appearance that everyone sees."

"It's just..."

"I don't know how to tell you."

He put down the cake.

"Phung Te."

"You don't need to answer me."

"But these words..."

"I should have said it two years ago."

It was quiet in the kitchen for a long time. I took a piece of floral waffle and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Let's eat your cake."

"Talking too much."

He sucked on the cake and nodded. But the corners of his lips, which were always drooping... were curling up slightly. 《Chapter 29》 Five years later. East Street of the imperial capital. Total brand Quy Van. Three-story building. Large painted gate. Signboard with gold letters. My sister sat in the elegant room on the third floor. In front of him are neatly arranged books. Thuy Binh stood next to her, meticulously reporting each item.

"Miss, by the end of this year, the total assets under the Quy Van brand converted into silver have exceeded eight million taels."

"There are three hundred and twenty stores in the imperial capital."

"Twenty-one coins."

"There are also branches in Tay Luong and Nam So."

"The fund dedicated to natural disaster relief has advanced a total of six million taels of silver."

"The court has returned four million taels."

"This year, pay tax of three million one hundred thousand taels."

"Top of all brands in the country."

Dich turned to the last page and closed the book.

"It's okay."

Thuy Binh pouted.

"Miss, you are too calm."

"Top in the country."

Dich took a sip of tea.

"Top in the country..."

"There's nothing to be proud of."

"So what's worth being proud of?"

Dich looked out the window. Han Chi Thanh wore a light-colored plain clothes. In his arms he carried a chubby boy about three or four years old. The baby swayed and swayed. One hand holds a lotus candy. One hand clutching his father's sleeve.

"Their father and son..."

"That's something to be proud of."

Dich spoke softly. Han Chi Thanh raised his head. Just in time I saw my sister standing by the third floor window. He smiled. Two years ago. In that snow. He stood in front of Quy Van brand's door and said one sentence.

"Phung Can, marry me."

"It's not the eldest son of the Han family who married you."

"It was Han Chi Thanh who begged you."

My sister stood in the snow for half a cup of tea. Then speak.

"But I have conditions."

"What conditions?"

"Managing books in the house..."

"Let me take care of it."

Han Chi Thanh immediately agreed on the spot. At a family party. Prime Minister Han once felt: The most decisive decision he has ever witnessed in this life. It's about his eldest son agreeing to let his wife manage the money. Also became friends. Followed by Han Chi Qua. There is no heroic or turbulent process. After he made the flower waffles edible, one day he suddenly knelt down in front of me.

"Phung Te, marry me."

"Even the cake you make is not good, what will I eat if I marry you?"

"It's not like I know what to do."

"So I married you to cook dinner?"

He thought for a long time.

"No. It's because I'm the most beautiful when I hold the sword."

I stared at him for three seconds.

"Success."

After getting married, he returned to the border. We follow him. The border is very miserable, dusty and sandy, but every day we have battles to fight. After finishing the fight, returning to the tent, Han Chi Qua sat under the lamplight wiping his sword.

"How was today?"

"Killed seven people."

"One less than yesterday."

"Yesterday, there was a guy who couldn't stand and fell. It's not like I cut him."

I put the sword on the shelf and sat down next to him.

"Han Chi Qua."

"You said you first noticed me because you saw me practicing with knives."

"So what if I don't practice swords at that time?"

He thought for a moment.

"The time you secretly climbed the wall in the backyard, I also saw it."

"So do you like me when I'm practicing with my sword or when I'm climbing the wall?"

"I like it all."