"Is the prince here?"

The ladies of the various provinces collectively stood up and looked at the housekeeper who reported the news.

Today is the birthday of Zhou Tongzhi's wife, and Qian Peiying took Poria to play in Zhou's mansion.

Mrs. Liu hurriedly opened her mouth and returned home.

When Prince Yu arrived in Huanglong, he should live in her mansion, and he should hurry back to make arrangements.

The other ladies were envious.

They only heard of Lu Panqi, who was the young master of the Guogong Mansion before, and they had never seen it, but this time they became Prince Yu, and they were not qualified to see it.

That is, Mrs. Liu, who is qualified to receive it.

The housekeeper who came in from the Zhou Mansion to deliver the message said that the one who was looking for outside was a slave of the prefect's family (roast chicken and his father).

The prince is at the prefect's house, so let the prefect's wife go back as soon as possible.

In other words, it was not the servants of the Liu family who came to find Mrs. Liu, and Lu Pan was not staying at home.

Mrs. Liu didn't feel embarrassed.

She knew that the Song family and the Lu family had a relationship, otherwise when the Song prefect was still the prefect of the county, her husband would not have received Lu Pan's letter.

However, Mrs. Liu still firmly believes that don't look at Lu Pan's arrival in Huanglong as soon as she goes to the Song family, after that, Minrui will still go to live in her house.

After all, the Song family already has so many relatives, and there are no servants to serve, and Lu Pan will bring many relatives and small servants, which will be very inconvenient in the Song family.

Mrs. Liu said to Qian Peiying: "Then go back, go back and prepare first, let's go together." After a while, I'll go to your house after I've arranged it. ”

Qian Peiying smiled and nodded, and left with her daughter who was smiling like a flower.

The ladies of various prefectures watched the backs of Qian Peiying and Mrs. Liu.

On the carriage, Qian Peiying was afraid that her father would hear the roast chicken, so he put his arm around Poria's neck and instructed in his ear: "When you get home in a while, you are not allowed to run to the front, turn directly to the boudoir." ”

"Why?"

"Your father has long instructed me that once Lu Pan suddenly appears at home, he will isolate you, go to the backyard to eat, and don't show up."

Poria was a little unhappy, "But I want to go to the front for dinner." ”

Qian Peiying looked her daughter up and down: "Yang Mingyuan came to that time, who said that, she is too old to show up." ”

Song Fuling said: "But on the land side, I am very convenient. ”

"Shhh, give me a little quiet, and you'll be able to talk back to me. Do you dare to be disobedient in front of your father, if you dare, then you will go. ”

In Qian Peiying's opinion, Lao Song plans to turn over the toss of flowers on Lu Pan, just to see how far Lu Pan can go.

She wanted to see it too.

So fit.

The car entered the hospital.

Lu Pan sat in the hall and heard the big ladies and aunts outside say clearly, the aunt is back, the fat girl is back, and she looks down at her clothes.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Shunzi stole a glance at his young master, thinking: It's time to meet, dare to ask, young master, is your heart pounding?

Grandpa Song, who was accompanying him, also peeked at Lu Pan and thought: Bai is in a hurry, you can't see it.

Qian Peiying showed up, followed by a girl.

Lu Pan hurriedly stood up, and the girl in the back appeared, it was roast chicken.

No one knows what Lu Pan's mood is like at this time.

Fortunately, Mi Shou ran in time, "Brother! ”

Lu Pan looked at Mi Shou and smiled slightly: "Grown so tall?" ”

Mi Shou, who thought he had grown up and would not cry anymore, plunged into Lu Pan's arms and knocked Lu Pan back half a step.

Mi Shou choked up.

Thank you, brother.

Yonju will now be able to know where his grandfather's grave is.

Mi Shou finally knew that his grandfather had been buried in the ground.

Qian Peiying was supported by the roast chicken, turned her head, and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

I was startled when I got home just now, this cry, what happened? Isn't it just that Lu Ban is here?

As a result, really, to be honest, Qian Peiying saw Da Lang and the old slave of the Qian family, and almost warmed her heart, so she went to the backyard to bring Poria to her.

Just see what's going on, she's in the middle, and she's afraid of something.

Reluctantly let reason prevail, and if you want to see it, you can come to a long time.

Qian Peiying was afraid of disobeying Song Fusheng, so she blew her beard and glared at her.

She is not afraid that Song Fusheng will be powerful, what she is worried about is that her face is not good-looking, which will make Lu Pan embarrassed as soon as she enters the door, and Mrs. Liu will also come in a while, don't say anything inappropriate.

The test, no matter how you take the test, this is all your own family, but you must not let outsiders laugh at it.

In the stove room, Song Fucai's eyes were red, but with a smile on his face, he was stirring the wok, and the fire was turning in the pot.

He must use the best craftsmanship to entertain Lu Ban, who is so good, and entertain his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Uncle Song's eldest son, Song Fulu, was on another stove, hanging sugar-colored, and the meat was wrapped in a pot.

The women either make braised pork feet or fumigation, and there are eight dishes in the cold dish alone.

Peach blossom holds a big belly and jewels in the oven room at home, roast duck, roast chicken.

The old ladies roll the noodles, get on the dumplings and get off the noodles, and be sure to let the main food of the land side eat noodles, which means that they can tie their legs and feet, and when they come, they can't let him go.

Mrs. Ma's crying person was a little dazed, and rolled up her arms and sleeves to come in: "I'll come." ”

"Don't come, go talk to them."

Mrs. Ma shook her head, and there was only one thought left in her mind, she must make noodles for Minrui herself.

After a while, Song Fusheng also came.

He stood at the door of the stove room, heard the work going on inside, hesitated and hesitated, and opened the curtain to appear.

Cut the tofu into slices and pour the egg wash on the plate.

With a snort, Song Fusheng squinted, fried the tofu in the pan, poured the egg wash again, and fried both sides golden out of the pot.

Song Fusheng began to fry the meat foam again, stir-fried the green onion and dried chili peppers until fragrant, put salt and soy sauce and water, and put the previous tofu eggs in it and simmered for a few minutes.

Isn't that kid trying to eat this?

Eat it.