"Mama, I can't wait." Guo Luo Luo gritted his teeth.

"Fujin, don't panic." Mama Lei patted her hand and said, "This woman, it's not easy to conceive a child." It's hard when you're pregnant, it's hard when you're born, and you're worried about whether your child can't stand up after you're born. It's not easy to pass every level! ”

Guo Luoluo glanced up at Mama Lei, saw a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes, slowly came back to her senses, and smiled on her face, and said, "Mama is right, don't worry." ”

Pomegranate and Fleur glanced at each other, both thinking that they were transparent.

The eighth master was originally going to stay overnight in Guo Luoluo's place today. Otherwise, it would not be said that you will change your clothes as soon as you enter the house. It's just that what Guo Luo Luo said made him unhappy. Mao Tongtong just wrote a few letters to his family, why was it not good for him? What is going on in the mind of this Guo Luoluo? It's nothing more than jealousy that Mao Tongtong is pregnant and he likes it! As a Chang Fujin, there is no amount of tolerance for people? When he thought of it, he thought that Guo Luo Luo had a good temperament and gave her a lot of decency, but the eighth master didn't feel good in his heart.

That's why he left without even having dinner. Although this backyard is Guo Luo Luo's tube, who he wants to spoil and who he doesn't want to spoil depends on his mind! The last time I went to bed, I had already relied on Guo Luo Luo's once, and the eighth master didn't want her to gain an inch again.

A man, if he even spoils any woman in the backyard has to look at Fu Jin's face everywhere, then he really has no dignity at all!

The more he thought about it, the faster the eighth master's footsteps became. Chen Guo ran all the way behind. In Yile Garden, Mao Tongtong has already started to have dinner.

These days, the eighth master doesn't come, and she is hungry fast, so the time for dinner is early. When he heard that the little eunuch came to report that the eighth master was coming here, Mao Tongtong was stunned for a moment.

She knows that the eighth master hasn't been in the backyard for a few days, and she will come to her as soon as she enters the backyard, isn't it too eye-catching? Before she could ask, the little eunuch said again, "Lord Belle came directly from Fujin." ”

"Huh?" Mao Tongtong put down the chopsticks as soon as he could, and he wanted to scold in his heart! Isn't this eighth master still thinking that the hatred value for her is not enough! She's going to have to keep a low profile now!

Thinking about letting people send things to the family today, and thinking about the eighth master's appearance, Mao Tongtong was also helpless. Forget it, break the jar, she can't keep a low profile, what's wrong with Fujin Love!

Thinking about it like this, she didn't bother to get up to greet her, took the chopsticks and continued to eat.

The little eunuch saw that she looked unmoved, and was stunned for a moment before withdrawing. Qingzhu and Qingmiao didn't persuade them, anyway, Lord Belle has always ignored these small rules.

After a while, the eighth master came in, and when he saw Mao Tongtong eating, he was stunned for a moment, looked at the clock in the room and said, "What time is this, why did you eat?" ”

"The slave and maid eat when they are hungry now, and they don't have any orders." Mao Tongtong replied with food in his mouth.

The eighth master wanted to laugh when he saw her cheeks bulging, and took off his shoes and went on the kang after walking a few steps.

It's already cold, and Mao Tongtong is now eating on the kang.

Qingzhu has already asked people to add dishes and chopsticks, and asked people to tell the kitchen to add two more dishes.

Mao Tongtong is eating mutton pot today. The soup boiled from mutton bones is milky white and milky, and it is perfect for cooking. Shen Gonggong also listened to Mao Tongtong's suggestion, and lost a fish when boiling the soup.

The eighth master was originally angry in his heart, but seeing that her mouth was full of oil, and the aroma in the pot came to her nose again, the idea of depression dissipated.

"Let's have a bowl of soup first." Mao Tongtong took the initiative to serve a bowl to the eighth master.

Eating mutton in winter is the most warm and nourishing, and mutton soup is also a good thing to warm up. The eighth master swallowed a bowl of soup, and only felt that the pores of his body were comfortably opened.

Mao Tongtong had already lost fresh cabbage cores, black fungus, daylily, and thinly sliced lamb in the pot. The eighth master scooped up a chopstick, dipped it in the prepared condiments and ate it, and his eyebrows and eyes were stretched.

Mao Tongtong didn't ask him why he went to Fujin and came here again, he just concentrated on eating. She ate the pickled plums made by the Chen family today, and her appetite was surprisingly good.

The eighth master rarely followed the rule of eating and not saying anything in Mao Tongtong before, but when she saw her, she suddenly stopped talking, and she was still a little unaccustomed to it, so she found a topic by herself.

"Your stuff was delivered today?"

"Hmm."

"What are they? There's something to eat, right? ”

"Hmm."

"Did you write a letter from your mother?"

"Hmm."

"Mao Tongtong!" The eighth master finally couldn't help but scream.

"Huh?" Mao Tongtong looked up, and the chopsticks were sending the sliced mutton to his mouth.

"Master is talking to you!" Eight Masters said.

Mao Tongtong looked innocent, and finally put down his chopsticks and said, "Didn't the slave respond." ”

The eighth master was so confused by her arrogant appearance that he didn't refute for a while, and only said after a while: "What do you call a response?" Just mumbled. ”

"Or else? What does the master want the slave to say? Mao Tongtong opened a pair of big eyes, still acting innocent. She hadn't eaten enough to speak.

The eighth master was speechless, and there was a feeling that he had punched out and hit the air.

"Do you want to chat?" Mao Tongtong was very understanding and said: "Master eat first, the slave will be hungry!" Wait for the slave maid to eat and talk to the master. ”

This coaxing child's tone made the eighth master more and more speechless, so he had to nod and eat in a muffled voice.

This one ate for half an hour. The eighth master has been putting chopsticks for a long time, and he still sees Mao Tongtong eating happily. He couldn't help but speak again: "You have such a good appetite now?" Will it make your stomach upset? ”

"No, it won't." Mao Tongtong responded while holding another chopstick meat. Today, the lamb is thinly sliced, and it tastes very good.

The corners of the eighth master's mouth twitched, and after rinsing his mouth, he watched her eat.

It wasn't until he finally ate a small bowl of hand-rolled noodles that Mao Tongtong put down the chopsticks, with a satisfied look on his face.

The minions removed everything one after another, and the two of them had the time to speak.

"Last time you came, you don't seem to have such a good appetite." Eight Masters said.

"Well, I have Eniang's pickled plums today, and of course my appetite is good." Mao Tongtong said with a smile.

"You did it yourself?" The eighth master asked.

"Hmm. Slaves and maids liked to eat when they were young. Mao Tongtong's face was full of nostalgia. In her previous life, the conditions at home were not very good, and she never ate anything good when she was a child. Although Mao's official position is not high, he is not stingy with his children. After she came through, her life was much more exquisite.

"Don't you give it to you?" The eighth master smiled.

"Are you interested?" Mao Tongtong smiled and asked Qingzhu to get it.

"Today it was sent by Uncle Dong, that is, the housekeeper of the slave's family. There was food, play, clothes, shoes, and a lot of things! "When I was full, Mao Tongtong was willing to speak.