Aunt Chen hung up the phone and went to the kitchen.

Hongyao shouldn't have eaten well tonight, but she should have lost her appetite at this time, so she considered whether to send some fruit first and make some supper later.

The big kitchen maids were almost done, and the small kitchen still had the sound of the stove and the hood. Aunt Chen smiled disdainfully in her heart, she couldn't eat in front of Mr. Ying, so she ordered a few big dishes for supper at this time, and a group of servants were busy here.

The small kitchen used to be in charge of Feng Yingyi's diet, as well as decoction of medicines. After Feng Yingyi's death, the servants in the small kitchen were left behind by Ying Jiayuan, so it became Ying Jiayuan's exclusive kitchen, only for her special orders and supper.

Aunt Chen took the fruit bowl out of the kitchen and glanced at it again, the small kitchen was still busy.

Hongyao heard a knock on the door, stood up and walked over to open the door, "Aunt Chen." ”

Aunt Chen walked in with a gentle smile, Hongyao closed the door and followed Aunt Chen to the sofa and sat down.

"Eat some fruit first, and I'll make you some supper later."

"Thank you, Aunt Chen." Hongyao smiled and picked up a piece of fruit.

"No thanks." Aunt Chen looked at him lovingly, "Young Master Tong is back, your sister called me before dinner to tell me." ”

Hongyao just smiled in agreement, he didn't feel any joy, that Tong Shizun was not good to his sister later, and his sister was still obsessed.

Aunt Chen wanted to say something happy for Hongyao to adjust, but he didn't want to talk about this topic, and Hongyao would definitely be happy for Xue'er when he heard the news, thinking that this was all caused by Feng Yingyi, there was always a little rustiness and distance between the two sisters and brothers.

"Aunt Chen, is my mother's memorial day coming soon?"

In the past, Ying Xue'er told Hongyao that Hongyao had just returned at that time, and he couldn't fully understand the verbal violence that his mother was subjected to as a wife who was not favored in a deep house, and only felt that the pampered life could be so hard, but the experience of this time made him gradually feel the darkness and cruelty behind the glamour of the wealthy family.

"Well, a week later, on the 26th." Aunt Chen was in a sad mood.

"It's my birthday." Hongyao remembered that her sister said that her mother died of dystocia.

"yes!" Aunt Chen looked at Hongyao and smiled with relief, "Fortunately, you are all doing well and have grown up." Your mother can also rest assured under the nine springs. ”

Hongyao put down his fork and fell silent.

Aunt Chen picked up the tray and said, "I'll go down first." ”

The servants in the small kitchen went upstairs with all kinds of dishes, walked opposite Aunt Chen, and did not greet each other, since Feng Yingyi was still there, it seems to have become a routine, the two servant groups, although the salary is calculated by Aunt Chen, but Aunt Chen only looks at the person in charge of their attendance, and has never checked.

The dish was divided into two portions, and two were served, one was a normal plate and the other was a very beautiful small plate.

This is to make a tribute to Feng Yingyi, Ying Jiayuan is thoughtful, even if Mr. Ying knows, she has a legitimate reason, so that people can't expose her lies.

An hour later, the villa was quiet, and Ying Tianhua was ready to go back to the room to rest.

Knock--Knock--

Ying Tianhua said lightly, "Come in." ”

Pushing the door in, it was Tian Qiuyan, the servant who took care of Ying Jiayuan, who stepped into the study and said anxiously: "Mr. Ying, Miss Ying Er, she ······ Mr. Ying, let's go and have a look! ”

Ying Tianhua looked anxious when he saw the maid, and he didn't know what was wrong with Ying Jiayuan, so he followed the maid out of the study.

Walking to the door of Feng Yingyi's room, Ying Tianhua's face sank.

Feng Yingyi never entered this room before his death, let alone after his death. Ying Jiayuan was not so sad in previous years, but she started to be in a mood a week ago this year, probably because she felt lonely when she saw Xue'er and Hongyao as each other's two siblings.

Ying Tianhua frowned and walked in, and what caught his eye was the photo of Feng Yingyi on the wall. Under the photo is a tribute table, with various dishes and fruits on it, two candles are lit, there is no light in the room, it looks old and dim, Ying Jiayuan knelt alone in the candlelight, looking at Feng Yingyi's photo blankly, desolate and weak.

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