Withstanding the pressure of Wen Qiao's emotionless gaze, Zhao Qingyan had to clip him the farthest braised lion head.

It wasn't until the rice was put in the bowl that Wen Qiao realized what he had done.

I was just distracted for a while, who knew if I happened to stare at the chopsticks, and it was no wonder that Zhao Qingyan would pick up vegetables for him.

Wen Qiao, who was quite embarrassed in his heart, calmly maintained his original posture, and did not look flustered at all. He slowly parted the lion's head and slowly tasted it, and his every move was the elegance of a noble son.

It wasn't until the lion's head in the bowl was eaten up that Wen Qiao nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, you deserve to be the leader of the cooking competition, none of the six dishes insulted your name." ”

Wen Zichen also hurriedly said on the side: "My mother's food is still so delicious, and it is still so likable." ”

The praise of the two people made Zhao Qingyan's bright face for a moment, and that happy look also infected the emotions of the two people, Wen Zichen couldn't help but be happy, and took a few more bites of food. The corners of Wen Qiao's mouth arc up.

Several people who ate this meal were very happy, and the maidservants rushed in and cleaned the table, Wen Qiao thought of the purpose of this trip, which was ignored by Zhao Qingyan before, and now he had to mention it again.

"I'm here to tell you this time, the old lady will return home at the end of next month."

Wen Qiao's face didn't have too many emotional fluctuations, he just looked at Zhao Qingyan's expression, afraid that she would immediately interrupt what Zhao Qingyan wanted to say if she said something to refuse.

"......" Zhao Qingyan has a headache, what does this have to do with her.

"You may not have seen her old man for a long time, so let's go back this time."

When Zhao Qingyan saw him say this, there seemed to be an old man in front of him who was kind and kind, wearing a plain dress, touching her head with a smile, praising her, giving her snacks to eat, dressing her in beautiful flower clothes and skirts, and dressing her up beautifully......

There seemed to be tears condensing in her eyes, and Zhao Qingyan knew that this was the original owner's emotions and her obsession.

She glanced at it, just in time to see Wen Zichen blinking at herself, wanting to say something, but she didn't speak for a long time, with that look of expectation, obviously wanting to see the old lady, so that people couldn't even say anything to refuse.

These made Zhao Qingyan's words that she originally wanted to refuse stop on her lips, and she nodded at Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao was relieved to see her agree, and at this moment, Zhao Qingyan spoke again.

"Wait—"

Wen Qiao saw that her expression was serious, thinking that she wanted to regret it, and in an instant, several words of retention were brewed in her heart, but they were not used yet, Zhao Qingyan continued:

"But I was sent by your mother to Zhuangzi, and I can't leave at will without her permission."

Wen Qiao subconsciously frowned at this title, but thinking of what his mother had done, this title was also forgivable. However, the problem that Zhao Qingyan is worried about is indeed an obstacle to seeing the old lady.

"Don't worry, I'll help you solve it when my mother is there."

"Thank you very much."

When Wen Qiao's goal was achieved, he left Zhuangzi and returned home.

Almost as soon as he entered the Huai'en Marquis Mansion, Wen Qiao asked his subordinates to go to Mrs. Cheng to deliver the news, and he would go to her in a while.

When Wen Qiao entered Mrs. Cheng's courtyard, Mrs. Cheng was eating.

"Mother."

Mrs. Cheng swallowed the bird's nest white fungus porridge in her mouth, wiped her mouth, and looked at this son.

Wen Qiao has been an excellent existence since he was a child, whether it is in appearance or achievements, he has always been a child of other people's families.

Especially now, Wen Qiao stood there respectfully, with a cold face and a tall figure, lining the legs more and more slender, and the whole person became more and more provocative.

"Sit down." Mrs. Cheng wiped her mouth and instructed the maidservant on the side: "Give the prince a bowl." ”

"No, I've eaten out." Wen Qiao said, waving his hand, stopping the maid's movements, and telling her to retreat.

"Oh? You've been running around all day, and you still remember having a mother at home. ”

Wen Qiao heard the meaning of Mrs. Cheng's words, her face did not change, and her tone was normal: "It was the child's negligence that did not consider the mother's feelings, and the child will definitely come often when he is not busy." ”

Mrs. Cheng snorted coldly, Wen Qiao didn't say anything, he wasn't busy any day. However, she also knew that Wen Qiao would not come here if she had nothing to do: "If you have nothing to do, go to the Three Treasures Palace, let's say, what do you want my mother to do." ”

Mrs. Cheng picked up the bird's nest porridge again, scooped a spoonful and put it in her mouth.

Wen Qiao brought up the matter of taking Zhao Qingyan back to the Hou Mansion.

"Mother, the child is looking for you this time to bring Zhao Qingyan back......"

Before Wen Qiao finished speaking, Mrs. Cheng put the white porcelain bowl in her hand heavily, and with a "bang", she was obviously very angry.

She sneered: "What kind of ecstasy soup did this fox girl pour into you, let you come and plead for her in person, I'll tell you Wen Qiao!" If you want me to accept her, there is no door! ”

"You've been looking for that woman again these days? I said a long time ago that she is not a good thing, not at all, Wen Qiao, you don't understand women, and you don't know how terrible women are. ”

"Wei Niang is a person from the past, you don't understand, I understand, I have persuaded you so many times, why don't you listen, I don't care before, and you are not allowed to associate with that woman in the future!"

Mrs. Cheng was obviously stimulated by Wen Qiao's words, and when she heard Wen Qiao help Zhao Qingyan speak, she preconceived that Wen Qiao was deceived by Zhao Qingyan.

She didn't want to see Zhao Qingyan in the first place, but now even her dearest son helped Zhao Qingyan speak, and the anger came up in an instant, and she called her name when she spoke, and she didn't hold back her mouth.

Wen Qiao didn't expect Mrs. Cheng's reaction, she didn't expect Mrs. Cheng to have such a big prejudice against Zhao Qingyan, but Zhao Qingyan was still a young lady in name. Just looking at her angry appearance of admitting death, Wen Qiao gave up the idea of dissuasion.

"Mother, you think too much, the child just thinks that the old lady will come back at the end of next month, the old lady is old, what the old man likes is that the children and grandchildren gather, the children and grandchildren are full of children and grandchildren, and the children and grandchildren are not able to do it at present, but the children and grandchildren can still have ...... together."

"That Zhao Qingyan—"

"Mother, you listen to me first." Seeing that Mrs. Cheng was about to speak again, Wen Qiao hurriedly grabbed the right to speak.

"Anyway, Zhao Qingyan was brought up by the old lady, and the relationship with the old lady is naturally deep, if she is not allowed to come, won't the old lady be disappointed? She's an old man, so let's fulfill her wish. ”

Mrs. Cheng had an unnatural look on her face, and Wen Qiao knew that she had agreed.

Sure enough, Mrs. Cheng spoke.

"Wei Niang is not an unreasonable person, since it is for the sake of the old lady, I naturally have to agree as a daughter-in-law." Speaking of which, Mrs. Cheng's unease disappeared immediately, she looked at Wen Qiao and reminded again.

"I can warn you, although I agree to take Zhao Qingyan back, it doesn't mean that I believe that she is the daughter-in-law of my Hou Mansion, you will have less contact with her in the future, that woman is not a good thing."

"What should be said has been said, what should have been ordered has been ordered, for the mother is tired, if you have nothing to do, go back. In the future, you will smoke less in front of me, what a waste of my joy. ”