"Even so, I don't know how she made this pastry so unpleasant, and I don't know how she made it, and I don't know what she was kind about."

Mrs. Cheng turned her head to look at the messy pastry on the ground and reprimanded, looking at this pastry as if looking at Zhao Qingyan, she stepped on the pastry.

She has always been unaccustomed to Zhao Qingyan, and when she learned that this pastry was from her, she was not allowed to use this pastry to spill her anger.

"Mother, how can this good pastry be unpalatable, didn't my mother just say that it was delicious, how could she spoil these pastries?"

Wen Qiao remembered that she worked so hard to make pastries, and always felt that it was her kindness, but she felt that it was too much to be ruined, and retorted.

"Qiao'er, my mother said that if it is unpalatable, it will be unpalatable, and her things will not be brought over again in the future." Mrs. Cheng said angrily. Seeing him speak for Zhao Qingyan, he was very unhappy.

"Alright, that's it."

But looking at his son's frowning appearance, he patted his hand lightly and whispered softly.

Wen Qiao was silent when she heard this, and did not refute it again, but she was thinking about what she was like in her heart.

"If Zhao Qingyan has no desires, no desires, no thoughts, and stays in the Zhuangzi, I will not treat her badly!" Mrs. Cheng took a step back and said.

"What the mother said is very true, and the son should understand." He compromised and stood up and stopped thinking about it.

"If only you understood."

Mrs. Cheng said with relief, and was about to say something, but her sharp eyes saw that his hand had traces of injury, although it was partially covered by his clothes, some of it was still exposed.

"Qiao'er, what's going on with your hands? Is it serious or not? She lifted her shirt from the wound and looked at her red hand and asked worriedly.

"It's okay, the queen mother doesn't need to worry."

Wen Qiao withdrew his arm, put it behind him and kept his mouth shut about where the injury came from, showing a faint smile to prove that he was fine.

This injury was left by him when he was grinding in Zhuangzi, and even he didn't notice that there was an injury on his hand, Wen Qiao just felt a little soreness in his arm after grinding, and he didn't care, but he didn't expect that after a while, it was so red here.

"How can my mother not worry, I'm afraid I got it in Zhuangzi, you don't want to go to that place during this time, and take care of your injuries in the yard, do you understand?"

Mrs. Cheng is such a shrewd person, how could she not know where this injury came from, although Wen Qiao didn't say that she still thought it was Zhao Qingyan's fault, and she was even more disgusted with her in her heart.

He wanted to explain that the injury was not caused by her, but he was afraid that his explanation would cause a misunderstanding, so he simply fell silent.

"Yes, I won't disturb my mother's rest when it's late."

Wen Qiao had no choice but to agree, and turned around to leave after saying goodbye, Mrs. Cheng looked at his departing figure, and vented her anger.

"Quickly pack these things, so as not to hinder my eyes, as long as the things she sent in the future, all the things she sent will be turned away."

The maid outside the door saw that her lady was so angry, and quickly cleaned up the spoiled pastries on the ground, and at the same time informed the other maids of her wife's instructions.

In Zhuangzi, Zhao Qingyan is enjoying her food, and I have to say that her cooking skills are indeed a little regretful that she can't show her skills here, but it is also quiet here, and it is also a good choice to do something she likes to pass the time.

She tasted the pastries with satisfaction, Wen Zichen had already swept up the pastries, and while sighing that the pastries were delicious, she looked in the kitchen for any surplus.

The people in Zhuangzi were full of praise when they tasted the pastries she made, but it was a pity that those delicious pastries became poisonous when they arrived at Mrs. Cheng.

In the next few days, Wen Qiao did not go to Zhuangzi again, but he did not have any interest in the food in the house, and every time the dishes were his favorite before, but now he looked at those tasteless.

The cooks were forced to renovate the dishes from time to time, but they still did not meet his appetite, and Mrs. Cheng watched him lose weight day by day, and changed the cooks in the kitchen to new ones over and over again.

"Take it all, I'm not hungry yet."

Wen Qiao looked at the delicacies on the table and felt disgusted, and didn't want to eat them at all, so the maid had no choice but to withdraw and inform Mrs. Yu Cheng of the matter.

"Madam, the prince still doesn't eat as usual."

"What's the matter, how can these cooks be so useless, and the dishes they cook are not to Qiao'er's liking!" Mrs. Cheng said worriedly, and immediately called the housekeeper to change another batch of cooks to prepare new dishes and send them to his room.

In the past few days, the Hou Mansion has changed many chefs, all of them are some fatal cooks, and the cooks before coming to the Hou Mansion are very confident in their cooking skills, and they have been hit after being replaced.

Mrs. Cheng was very worried about his body, and he went to the kitchen to boil chicken soup, and Wen Qiao in the room had not eaten much for a long time, and the whole person seemed to be a little less energetic.

A few hours later, Mrs. Cheng came to his room with the chicken soup she had cooked herself, and a new batch of dishes made by the cooks.

"Qiao'er, I heard that you haven't eaten much recently, so my mother specially boiled chicken soup for you, as well as the dishes prepared by the new chef, come and eat some." Mrs. Cheng came to the table with chicken soup and shouted.

"Mother, I'm not hungry yet, let's leave these things first."

Wen Qiao flipped through the books and didn't look at the things on the table, the rich aroma filled the room, but he didn't have any interest.

"Qiao'er can't stop eating or drinking, how can your body hold on like this, come on, mother will give you a bowl of chicken soup, don't live up to your mother's wishes."

Mrs. Cheng was talking while riding the chicken soup, and Wen Qiao stood up and came to her.

"Mother doesn't have to worry about my body, I should take care of myself, my mother worked hard to make this chicken soup, thank you mother for her kindness, I will drink this chicken soup later."

"It's okay, Mother will come to see you later, don't let the chicken soup get cold."

Mrs. Cheng knew that he had taken a step back, so she had to put down the spoon and look at him and turn to leave, Wen Qiao watched her departing figure and closed the door.

As for the chicken soup and delicacies, all of them were solved by the guards, and the guards were forced to eat things silently and aggrievedly.

When the maids came to pack up their things, they found that the plates were empty, and they were very happy to inform Mrs. Yu Cheng of the news after finishing the work in hand.

After a few days of observation, Lixia really found out that something was wrong, fortunately there was nothing wrong with it a few days ago, and when he got to the back, Lixia felt that Liu Rong's behavior was really a little strange.

As for the strange part, Liu Rong often went to buy some things for anti-ghosts, such as yellow talismans and a series of peach wood swords, and secretly hung them in the house.

Looking into her room from the outside, a wall full of yellow talismans was plastered, and a mahogany sword was placed right at the head of her bed.

What did Liu Rong do when she bought so many anti-ghost and god things? Could it be that there is a ghost in his heart?