Mrs. Cheng felt sorry for her son, so she arranged for someone to make him a table of food again, and personally brought it to him.

Wen Qiao had no appetite when she saw the food on the tray, but thinking that this was Mrs. Cheng's intention, she reluctantly asked her to put it down.

Mrs. Cheng looked at him expectantly.

The latter looked at the food on the plate and did not move his chopsticks for a long time.

I don't know why, he still thinks good about eating during the day, why doesn't he want to eat anything tonight?

Picking up the food he thought he could eat the most and putting it in his mouth, Wen Qiao only chewed it, and his brows were furrowed enough to catch a fly.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Cheng was distressed, and suspiciously picked up a plate of chopsticks and the dish he ate.

It tastes good, so it shouldn't be hard to swallow, right?

Wen Qiao shook his head helplessly and put away his chopsticks: "Mother don't care about me, my son is not hungry now, and he will eat tomorrow." ”

"How does this work?" Mrs. Cheng disagreed, and she had to stare at him to eat something before she stopped.

Wen Qiao sighed and said seriously: "I'm really not hungry now, and I don't have an appetite at all, maybe tomorrow will be fine, mother doesn't have to worry about me, go back and rest first." ”

He quickly ordered the eviction, not wanting to say anything more.

Now he is also curious about why he has become like this, and it seems that he will go to Zhuangzi tomorrow, maybe he can find the reason.

Mrs. Cheng was not at ease, but Wen Qiao said so, she was not reluctant, and nodded: "Then you can take a good rest." ”

After speaking, he turned around and left Wen Qiao's yard three times in one step.

Looking at the moon outside the window, Wen Qiao fell into deep thought.

The next morning, he woke up early, and his stomach was vaguely hungry.

I didn't think he would be too hungry, but I didn't expect that not long after he got up, his stomach was already hungry.

Recalling yesterday's Houfu and last night's meal, and then thinking about the craftsmanship of Zhao Qingyan he ate, Wen Qiao was a little hesitant.

Does he want to rub rice again?

After a short period of entanglement, Wen Qiao finally chose to go to eat, and besides, they are still husband and wife in name, and going to eat in Zhuangzi should not be called rubbing rice.

After simply taking care of himself, Wen Qiao went straight to Zhuangzi.

"Where are you going, son? Ready for breakfast? The little guy looked at his back and shouted hurriedly.

Wen Qiao paused, and then sped up: "You don't need to prepare it for me." ”

When the words landed, his figure had disappeared.

The little guy scratched his head and stared dryly in the direction he left, with a headache.

He's already brought the food.

Before he entered the door, he heard the voices of Zichen and Zhao Qingyan talking and laughing.

The depression of the night disappeared in an instant after hearing their laughter, and Wen Qiao walked in with his feet raised.

"Daddy?" Wen Zichen was the first to react and subconsciously took a step back.

Zhao Qingyan turned around and looked at the door when he heard this, and sure enough, was it Wen Qiao who was looking at Wen Zichen with a smile over there?

"Shizi, why did you come here so early in the morning? Got the wrong door? Zhao Qingyan looked at him for a long time, and his tone was full of ridicule.

Wen Qiao ignored her teasing, took Wen Zichen's hand, and sat down in the only vacant position seriously.

Zichen's eyes widened, and he looked at Wen Qiao suspiciously, he had never been so close to him in the past.

Wen Qiao smiled and took the spoon in his hand.

This porridge looks no different from Fuzhong, how can it taste so bad? Wen Qiao wondered, but obediently ate the porridge into his stomach.

There is a degree of glutinousness, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

With only one bite of porridge, all his appetites were aroused, and his stomach kept screaming for him to eat another bite.

"Is it delicious?" Wen Zichen looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to evaluate.

Zhao Qingyan kept fiddling with the breakfast in front of her, and didn't give Wen Qiao a look from beginning to end, but her ears involuntarily pricked up, waiting for his answer.

Wen Qiao coughed unnaturally a few times, and replied in a flat tone: "It's not bad." ”

"Chen'er, you eat, your father is the son of the world, what delicacies haven't you eaten? How can we get used to eating what we eat? Zhao Qingyan brought the porridge bowl from in front of him and filled it for Wen Zichen by the way.

Not bad? She had secretly spotted it just now, and he was obviously satisfied.

Wen Qiao watched the porridge being placed in the farthest place from him, and silently picked up the bowl and stood up to fill it for himself: "I haven't eaten in the morning, and this can still be swallowed reluctantly." ”

A disgusted voice came from Zhao Qingyan's mouth, but she didn't say anything more.

From the moment Wen Qiao sat on the table to eat, Zhao Qingyan's disgusted little eyes kept wandering around him.

I don't know if it's because of his baba running around to rub rice, or because of his evaluation.

After breakfast, Wen Qiao felt a lot better, and it didn't feel good to eat anything last night.

Just as he was about to eat, Wen Qiao saw Zhao Qingyan and the others walking towards the back of the courtyard.

Driven by curiosity, he followed them and walked back.

When he saw the two of them again, Zhao Qingyan was already busy with a few people writing about planting melons, fruits and vegetables.

There are four or five people in the vegetable garden, and she is still beautiful and dazzling without powder, which makes people can't take their eyes off it.

Which of the ladies nowadays is not obediently sitting in the room playing the piano, writing and drawing? Or is it embroidery, and this woman is working in the vegetable garden like ordinary people?

It should be sown seeds, and Zhao Qingyan didn't dislike it at all and sprinkled a layer of soil on top of the seeds with his hands.

Wen Qiao frowned, he had already seen that Zhao Qingyan's hands were all yellow soil, and they looked dirty.

This person doesn't dislike it at all?

"Shizi, are you very idle, even so, can you help carry a bucket of water?" Zhao Qing's cigarette butt didn't raise his head to call him.

Wen Qiao's thoughts were still in the soil, and when he heard the voice, he suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Zhao Qingyan suspiciously, obviously not hearing her words.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of Labor brought the water from the well, thank you!" Zhao Qingyan repeated again.

His gaze fell on the barrel in the distance, and on the pole next to it.

The flat shoulder was pitch black, and it didn't look very clean.

A look of disgust flashed in Wen Qiao's eyes, and he stood there still.

"I said Wen Qiao, you actually dislike them? Why didn't you dislike it when you ate just now? Now that I've asked you to help, I'm starting to dislike it. Zhao Qingyan got up and sneered.

"I can do anything else for you, I won't do anything else to carry water." Half a day later, Wen Qiao shook his head in disgust, and refused to do it.

Let him carry water in one of those unclean buckets, and let him go into a field full of dirt?

Just thinking about it, he couldn't help but get goosebumps falling to the ground.

Zhao Qingyan raised his eyebrows, and the mocking smile on the corner of his lips was a little stronger: "Then please go back to the world, I don't keep useless people in my Zhuangzi." ”

Sure enough, it's still the character of Brother Gongzi, he runs faster than anyone else when he eats, let him do it, he dislikes this and dislikes that.

Wen Qiao felt more and more that Zhao Qingyan was deliberate, but he really couldn't do this job.