BXBX NOVEL Chapter 292: His Laughter is Profound and Unfathomable
Qiao Xiaomai was just about to head out when Tong Sanlang took the initiative to come by.
“How’s it going?”
“How’s it going?”
Both asked at the same time, looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Tong Sanlang spoke first, “I told the village chief of Dazhou Village. He said that if there were any leads, he’d send them over.”
“Same.” Qiao Xiaomai’s response was concise. Then she added, “Prince Wei wants to go fishing on the riverbank. Hurry home and get the fishing net. Let’s go together.”
Tong Sanlang nodded, “Okay.”
The moment his words fell, he had already disappeared without a trace.
Yang Ye sat under a tree in the courtyard enjoying his tea and catching this scene. He tsked lightly, “Tong Sanlang’s lightness skill is so good. He’s like a shadowless figure, always up and ready to get things done.”
Qiao Xiaomai, expressionless, turned to the prince, “Your Highness, is cold water good for brewing tea?”
This place didn’t have a kettle, one needed to boil the water if they wanted it hot. Earlier when Yang Ye said he wanted tea, she told him there was no hot water. He didn’t mind and directly brewed the tea in cold water.
Of course, she used water from the Spiritual Spring.
Yang Ye nodded seriously, “It’s good. The feng shui of your home is really wonderful. The well water is sweet, almost as good as the wine the Jade Emperor drinks.”
“Your Highness has tasted the Jade Emperor’s wine?”
“I haven’t, but I imagine it must taste this good – it can’t get any better.” Yang Ye took a light sip of the tea, an expression of bliss on his face.
Qiao Xiaomai
She stood at the doorway, immobile.
In the next moment, Tong Sanlang appeared, a fishing net in his hand.
She laughed, adorable dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes squinted into crescents as she asked, “Been running for so long, want a drink of water?”
“Sure.” Tong Sanlang didn’t hesitate.
“Alt, seems like even Sanlang knows the water in Miss Qiao’s home tastes great.”
“Your Highness makes fun of me.” responded Tong Sanlang.
Yang Ye laughed, nodding his head, “You’ve worked hard. You should take a drink. Or shall we rest a while so as not to make some people worry?”
“No need.”
“Indeed, with such impressive lightness skills, if one can’t even bear this much, how could they earn the trust of young ladies.”
Tong Sanlang
Qiao Xiaomai
Yang Ye scanned both of them, emptied his tea cup, and then stood up, a mysterious smile on his face as he walked away from the courtyard.
Qiao Xiaomai quietly curled her lip. She handed the bowl in her hand to Tong Sanlang, mouthing three silent words: Nutcase.
Tong Sanlang accepted the bowl, drained its contents, and remained silent.
Qiao Xiaomai saw him do this, stuck her nose up at him, and then returned the bowl to the kitchen.
Tong Sanlang licked his lips and stepped out of the courtyard.
The three of them went to the riverbank. While Yang Ye and Qiao Xiaomai watched from the edge, Tong Sanlang went into the river to fish.
In no time at all, he filled up a bucket, which was teeming with small fish, snails, and loaches.
Returning home, Qiao Xiaomai was about to ask Tong Sanlang to help clean up the catch, but he made up an excuse about needing to return home to handle some chores.
Clearly, it was just an excuse.
What could the Tong family possibly require his attention for?
Qiao Xiaomai frowned secretly, sitting alone by the well and cleaning fish scales.
Yang Ye still sat under the tree, offering a continuous flow of advice as Qiao Xiaomai worked.
Soon, Qiao Changshun and his son Qiao Dami came back.
The three of them worked together to prepare a satisfying meal for Yang Ye.
As Yang Ye was leaving, he even packed a few dishes to go. He said, “Miss Qiao, remember, in three days a servant will come to fetch you. Feel free to cook whatever you want. Don’t hold back.”
Qiao Xiaomai nodded and forced a smile.
Yang Ye was extremely talkative and she felt relieved when he finally left..