As soon as I entered the house, the maid was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, the three dishes were basically not moved, and most of the rice was still half a bowl.

"Wen Wanrong, you just eat so much?" His tone was visibly displeased.

Wen Wanrong walked down, her hands hanging down by her side like waste, and explained in a low voice: "I can't eat, but I insist on drinking medicine every day, and I won't delay the palace banquet." ”

Qin Yang doesn't like to hear falsehood: "Are you going to go with a bandage?" ”

Wen Wanrong pursed her lips and remained silent.

With Qin Yang's usual temperament, he wanted to scold again, but thinking of Wen Wanrong crying like that before, he pressed the words on his lips and asked, "What do you want to eat, ask the small kitchen to make it, or go out to buy it." ”

Wen Wanrong thought about it, shook her head, and said that her mouth was bitter, and she couldn't taste anything.

She couldn't say what she wanted to eat, so Qin Yang made the decision for her, and bought one back like the old lady's favorite pastries, and asked Wen Wanrong to pick them.

Facing a table of time-honored pastries, her eyes lit up, and then she dimmed, saying that Qin Yang shouldn't have bought so much, and it was a pity that she couldn't finish eating it.

Qin Yang asked someone to help her up and sit next to her: "You pick what you like, I'll wrap the rest, it just so happens that I haven't eaten yet." ”

Wen Wanrong looked at him in a daze for a while, and said softly: "These can't be enough, I want the small kitchen to bring food." ”

Qin Yang told her not to bother, eat first.

Wen Wanrong swept her eyes, took a fancy to one that she hadn't eaten, stretched out her hand to pick up a piece, and instantly the pain of her fingertips and palms came from her heart, and as soon as her instinctive hand was loosened, the soft almond cake fell to the plate and broke in half.

She retracted her hand awkwardly and hurriedly apologized to Qin Yang: "I didn't mean to. ”

Qin Yang saw that she was still enduring her white face, and her heart was touched by something, and she felt a trace of pity.

He took a piece of the whole cake she had just wanted to eat and fed it to his mouth.

Wen Wanrong was stunned.

"Don't you want to eat?" Qin Yang was asked to eat by her, and she didn't open her mouth after feeding, and she was confused.

Wen Wanrong hummed, stepped forward to take a small bite, frowned, but still ate one bite at a time.

"Which one do you want to eat?" Qin Yang didn't pay attention to her expression, and then asked.

Wen Wanrong shook her head and asked if there was any tea, she wanted to drink tea.

Qin Yang asked someone to make a pot of osmanthus oolong, and asked casually: "Is the almond cake delicious?" ”

As she spoke, without waiting for Wen Wanrong to answer, she took a piece of cake and threw it into her mouth, chewed it twice, and frowned: "How does grandmother like to eat this thing, it's so sweet." ”

"The elderly are heavy." Wen Wanrong said in an understanding tone.

"No wonder you want to drink tea, don't say it's unpalatable."

Qin Yang really couldn't understand what the woman sitting in front of her was thinking, good is good, bad is not good, he is not a roundworm in her stomach, according to the truth, he can still eat her.

Wen Wanrong smiled lightly: "Just now I remembered that when I was in the Wen Mansion before, I bumped into the eldest lady and was beaten in the palm of my hand, and the little lady also fed me like this at that time." ”

"You're going to bump into people?" Qin Yang joked with her, "I thought you had always been angry." ”

Wen Wanrong bowed her head embarrassedly and said, "I was not sensible at that time. ”

Qin Yang: "You are not sensible." ”

Thinking about the bastard things she did with Song Zhi, Wen Wanrong's is simply not worth mentioning.

It's not worth mentioning, and it's boring to say, so he changed his words: "Hey, what else do you want to eat?" Just ask the kitchenette to deliver the food. ”

First, he felt hungry, and second, he didn't like snacks that were too sweet.

Wen Wanrong said yes, and asked what to do with the remaining pastries.

Qin Yang waved his hand: "If you want to eat, you can keep it, and the others are called tortoiseshells, and they will be distributed to the people below." ”

Wen Wanrong left the almond cake, and did not want anything else.

"Aren't you sweet too?" Qin Yang was puzzled.