Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

The girl in the reflection was leaning lazily on the porch chair, staring intently at the booklet in her hand under the light of a dim oil lamp, tilting her head to look at the numbers on the booklet, frowning from time to time, holding a cinnabar pen in her hand, circling as she read.

A food box lay neatly beside her, serving as her support. She rested her arm lightly on it, tapping it with her fingers from time to time.

He walked over slowly and stood in the shadow under the courtyard wall, looking at her.

She was wearing a clean, dust-free coarse linen dress. She only used a peach wood hairpin to pin up her black hair into a simple bun. She wore no makeup, but her lips were rosy. Her two black and white eyes were as lively as a deer in the woods, and were well hidden by her long eyelashes.

She was so focused that he stood there watching for a long time without noticing.

The reckless man Bi'an rushed in, and without seeing anything clearly, he shouted loudly: "Master! They hunted a white fox! Alive!"

Anan raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw him at a glance. The corners of his mouth twitched and a smile spread across his face, making him feel suddenly cheerful.

For the first time in his life, he felt so clearly that someone was extremely happy to see him. He avoided her overly hot gaze, turned his head away and stopped looking at her.

Anan's voice sounded softly, and even his voice was filled with laughter: "Master is back?"

He said nothing, and walked inside with his head down. Just as Bi'an was about to go over and talk to Anan about hunting the white fox, Jiuling lifted his collar, walked out, and whispered, "Let's go! Let's go take a look!"

Anan picked up the lunch box and quickly followed him into the house.

There was a small stove burning in the room. Anan deftly took out the baffle, and took out a small pot from the food box and put it in the stove. Soon the food inside began to boil, and the room was filled with fragrance.

It's pheasant soup with mushrooms.

Anan served the soup, placed the steamed buns in front of him, and knelt beside him.

He frowned and looked down at the bowl of soup. He had just had dinner and he was not used to eating anything other than the three meals a day.

Anan was in good spirits when he saw that the wound on the back of his hand had been healed, leaving only a small trace of green.

"You..." He caught a glimpse of her still staring at him intently, so he frowned and asked, "Anything else?"

The meaning is obvious, you can leave.

Anan responded bluntly: "No."

Then I naturally leaned towards him. Understanding what he said was one thing, but whether to do it or not was another.

He frowned and shrank back with lingering fear.

She smiled and leaned forward fearlessly.

He simply picked up the bowl, drank it all in one gulp despite the heat, handed the bowl back to her and looked at her again. Perhaps he himself did not realize that the look he gave her this time was filled with helplessness and a hint of pleading.

She took the bowl and asked with a smile, "Do you want to drink more?"

He shook his head, his brows furrowed even deeper.

She did not force him, and began to pack up the things she had brought, her joy evident in her words, looking up at him from time to time with a smile on her face, and simply ignored all his indifference and alienation.

He always avoided her gaze and only looked at the flickering candlelight beside him.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance, but it was not the smell of chicken soup. The aftertaste was long and seemed to linger at the tip of his nose. He rubbed his nose.

"When I came out just now, Uncle Jue and Aunt Yu were arguing." She chatted with him while cleaning up, her tone gentle and natural.

He curled the corners of his mouth, stood up, sat at the desk, and opened the document in front of him.

Anan slowly put the food in the food box one by one, and wiped the table very considerately. Then he slowly walked to his side, leaned close to him and whispered, "It's because of me."

When she came closer, a warm current came over him, startling him suddenly.