At this moment, seven or eight dishes have been put on the table one after another, and the maids and fish are coming in and out, and there should be a lot of unserved on this posture.

Jun Qing had already entered the main courtyard, his eyes wandering around the table, and he didn't care about the conversation between Song's mother and son.

"You, you rebel, are going to be angry with me, an old woman, if you dare to marry that woman back, I won't recognize you as a son!"

Old Mrs. Song was obviously angry, and her words were unthinking.

"Whether you recognize my son or not, the child will always be your child."

Song Huaijin picked up the table wine glass and drank it all.

Mrs. Song was so angry that she couldn't speak, and sat in the chair panting for breath.

Seeing this, the old lady hurried over to comfort her.

At this time, a team of maids entered with delicacies, and Jun Qing caught a glimpse of a plate of chicken legs, and his eyes gradually softened.

Raised his eyelids slightly, and said coldly: "Bring me that plate of chicken legs." ”

The maid was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Huaijin and asked for advice.

Song Huaijin's narrow eyes swept over the two of them, and he bowed slightly.

Only then did the maid cautiously walk to Jun Qing's side and put it away as she said.

Jun lightly held the jade chopsticks and picked one steadily, and subconsciously leaned in a certain direction in his arms, only to find that there was no one and he was in a trance.

Tsk, it's really scary to get used to this kind of thing, I don't know where the other party is at the moment.

Shake your head, close to your mouth, bite it lightly, it tastes good, and you will have to do it another day.

The old lady Song on the side was angry with herself, and she didn't notice the other party's abnormality, but Song Huaijin pinched the wine glass with an unknown look.

Jun Qing only didn't know what to do, and gnawed on the chicken leg by himself.

Thinking about improving his cultivation as soon as possible, now that his strength can't feel the location of the chaotic qi, if he recovers a few percent, he shouldn't be so passive.

After Jun Qing gnawed two chicken legs in a row, Mrs. Song finally relieved her breath and looked at Song Huaijin with dissatisfaction.

"That Wei Wushuang was married earlier, if such a woman enters the Song family, she must not disgrace her ancestors, no, I will never agree to this matter!"

Song Huaijin turned the wine glass lightly, turned his head and said, "Mother has not forgotten that the child is also a widower." ”

Old Mrs. Song choked, glanced at Jun Qing to the side, and saw that he had no reaction, and breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably: "How can this be the same?" A woman's remarriage has been tarnished by the world, and the reputation of my Song family cannot be defeated by this matter! ”

At this point, Mrs. Song frowned, and looked at Jun Qing again, her old eyes cloudy.

"Mother, this matter has been decided by the child, and if it is not changed, you don't have to persuade it."

When the old lady heard this, her heart became more and more blocked, and she didn't know what kind of mountain spirit charm this Wei Wushuang was, and she actually seduced the other party to such a disregard for the relationship between mother and son!

patted his chest, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, glanced at half of the plate of chicken legs, frowned, and said, "Brother Qing'er, don't patronize and gnaw on chicken legs, try other dishes too." ”

Jun Qing didn't react at all, picked up another one and bit it down.

Mrs. Song suddenly felt that the old and young in the family did not listen to her, and her dignity was provoked, so she raised her voice and complained: "My wife and son are old and useless, and my sons and grandchildren are all angry with me, an old woman." ”

Song Huaijin took a meal of vegetables, turned around and put it in the other party's bowl: "Where does the mother say, the son will be filial to you, as for the light brother, he is still young, and he will be able to take care of it when the New Year is decided, and I will have to count on you when the time comes." ”

That's a lot easier to hear.

Old Mrs. Song finally breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of tea, and looked at Jun Qing: "Brother Qing, wait for a few days to hold a flower-viewing banquet in the mansion, and you can't sneak out of the mansion like before." You're not too young, choose a good one, and give other girls a choice. ”