Chapter 411 Even his favorite lotus cakes are remembered

Half an hour later, at the Jiang family's old house.

When the motorcade drove into the carved iron gate of the Jiang family's old house, two rows of servants in uniform were already waiting in line on both sides of the driveway.

The moment the main wedding car stopped, the cannons blared, and rose petals and gold foil fell from the sky, sparkling in the sunlight.

Jiang Chenyu got out of the car first. When he turned around and reached out to help Cen Lian, his fingertips gently scratched her palm, causing the tip of her ear to blush again.

"Don't make trouble." She smiled and warned in a low voice.

Yun Zheng got out of the car behind and saw this scene. She couldn't help but chuckle.

Fu Linghe stood beside her calmly, his hand resting on her waist, fearing that she would be bumped by the crowded crowd.

"Be careful with the steps." He whispered, so only the two of them could hear.

The main hall of the Jiang family's old house was decorated with a new look.

A complete set of antique tea sets was placed on the mahogany coffee table. The teacups were made of the finest mutton-fat jade porcelain, and the tea trays were made of pure gold with a circle of tiny diamonds inlaid on the edge.

A thick Persian carpet was laid in the center of the hall, on which were placed two cushions embroidered with auspicious dragons and phoenixes. They looked so fluffy that you could sink half your knees into them.

"Here I come!" Jiang's mother came forward as soon as she saw Cen Li'an. She took her hand and looked her up and down, her eyes full of joy. "Are you tired from the journey? Do you want to rest for a while?"

Although Father Jiang stood aside with the airs of a patriarch, he couldn't hide the smile in the corner of his eyes.

He coughed lightly and said, "According to the rules, serve tea first."

Having said that, the two elders couldn't wait to sit in the main seat, their eyes fixed on Cen Lian'an.

The servants immediately brought the prepared tea tray, and the aroma of tea rose and spread throughout the hall.

Jiang Chenyu took Cen Lian'an's hand and walked to the cushion, whispering something in her ear, causing the bride's cheeks to blush.

Yun Zheng stood among the crowd watching the ceremony, unconsciously stroking her still flat belly, with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Dad, please have some tea." Cen Lian knelt on the cushion, holding the teacup in both hands and raising it above his head.

The cushion was as soft as rumored, and she hardly felt any pressure on her knees.

Father Jiang's hands were shaking as he took the teacup. He took a sip and quickly put it down. He took out a bulging red envelope from his pocket and said, "Good boy, get up quickly."

The red envelope was so thick that it was about to burst, and the edge of the check could be vaguely seen protruding from inside.

When it was Mother Jiang's turn, her eyes were red.

After she finished her tea, she did not rush to give the red envelope, but took out a rosewood box from the brocade box beside her.

The moment the box was opened, the room was filled with light. Inside was a complete set of jade jewelry, from necklaces to bracelets, each piece was emerald green and had excellent water content.

"This was given to me by Grandma Chenyu when I married into our family. I'm passing it on to you now."

Mother Jiang personally put a jade necklace on Cen Li-an's head and gently brushed her hair with her fingers. "Every daughter-in-law in our Jiang family is a treasure."

Jiang Chenyu, who was standing aside, suddenly knelt on one knee and helped Cen Lian put on the bracelet.

This unexpected move caused a good-natured booing from the relatives and friends present.

When he looked up, the sunlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting mottled shadows on his face. His eyes, which always smiled, were now filled with seriousness.

"Mom is right," he said, his thumb gently stroking the jade bracelet on Cen Lian's wrist, "our family's treasure."

After the change of words ceremony, everyone moved to the hotel to rest.

"Boss, my sister-in-law is tired too. You should take her to rest. The ceremony will not start until the afternoon." Jiang Chenyu held Cen Lian'an's hand and said to Fu Linghe and Yun Zheng.

"Well, call us if you need anything." Fu Linghe greeted him and went to the room with Yun Zheng in his arms.

The suite is located on the top floor of the hotel, with a full floor-to-ceiling window offering a panoramic view of the city.

As soon as Yun Zheng entered the door, she kicked off her high heels and walked barefoot on the soft carpet.

Fu Linghe frowned, picked her up without saying a word, and gently placed her on the sofa.

"The ground is cold." He knelt on one knee, held one of her feet and massaged it gently, "Are you tired?"

Yun Zheng sighed comfortably and leaned back on the sofa cushions. "It's okay, my waist is just a little sore from standing for so long."

She lowered her head to look at Fu Linghe's focused profile. His slender fingers were pressing the acupoints on the soles of her feet neither lightly nor heavily, and his technique was becoming more and more skillful.

"Mr. Fu's skills are getting better and better." Yun Zheng said with a smile.

Fu Linghe didn't even raise his head, controlling the force neither too light nor too heavy, and said, "I have to thank my wife for letting me practice."

Yun Zheng was amused by him and laughed out loud, and her fingertips gently played with the loose hair on his forehead.

The sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving his stern features a soft golden edge.

"Do you want to sleep for a while?" Fu Linghe looked up at her and said softly, "I have a ceremony to attend in the afternoon.

"No need to sleep," Yun Zheng shook her head, her fingers unconsciously touching her lower abdomen, "I'm just a little hungry."

As soon as she finished speaking, the little guy in her belly seemed to agree and made a soft "gurgling" sound.

Fu Linghe immediately put down her feet and was about to get up to press the service bell, but the doorbell of the suite rang first.

Fu Linghe frowned, strode to the door and opened it.

The dining cart was covered with an exquisite silver tablecloth, and next to it was a crystal vase with jasmine flowers.

"Mr. Fu, this is the lunch Miss Cen ordered," the waiter said respectfully. "It's specially prepared according to the nutritional needs of pregnant women."

Fu Linghe stepped aside and asked the waiter to push the dining cart in. His eyes swept over the bouquet of fresh jasmine on the cart. That was Yun Zheng's favorite flower.

As soon as the waiter placed the food cart in the dining area next to the floor-to-ceiling window, Yun Zheng's phone rang with a video call prompt.

Cen Lian'an's name was jumping on the screen, with the pink flower wall of the bridal lounge as the background.

"An An?" Yun Zheng connected the video, and Cen Lian'an's exquisite makeup immediately appeared on the screen.

The diamond hair accessory on her head sparkled in the light, and the lace neckline of her wedding dress was faintly visible.

"Did you see the food cart?" Cen Li'an's voice came through the speakers, his voice filled with unconcealed joy. "I specially asked the chef to prepare a menu based on your current taste. It's mainly sour and spicy. I wonder if it suits your taste."

Fu Linghe had already opened the first dish lid, revealing a dish of beef in sour soup. The golden soup was topped with red oil and lime slices, and the aroma instantly filled the entire suite.

"How do you know I like this now?" Yun Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up and she swallowed unconsciously.

Since she became pregnant, her taste has become surprisingly sour, and even her favorite sweets have taken a back seat.

Cen Li'an winked proudly on the other side of the screen, "I can only say that we two best friends are in perfect sync!"

She suddenly became more serious. "By the way, the second layer of dessert is your favorite lotus cake. I asked the kitchen to put less sugar in it. Has someone been particularly strict with you about your sweet tooth lately?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Zheng immediately gave Fu Linghe a look that said "just watch". The latter was tasting the soup with a silver spoon and pretending not to hear the conversation.

"Hurry up and eat something and rest," Cen Li'an checked the time. "The ceremony starts at three in the afternoon. I'll have the makeup artist come at two-thirty to touch up your makeup."

She suddenly remembered something and turned to the person next to her, saying "Wait a minute," then leaned closer to the screen. "I almost forgot. There's a thermos in the lower level of the dining car. It contains the pregnancy-maintaining tea prescribed by Dr. Zhang. Remember to drink it."

After the video was disconnected, the suite fell silent for a moment.

Fu Linghe had already placed several dishes on the coffee table in front of Yun Zheng and carefully placed a napkin under it.

"Drink some soup first." Fu Linghe filled a small bowl of fish soup, tested the temperature and then handed it to Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng took the bowl and saw Fu Linghe looking down at the pregnancy-maintaining tea in the thermos amidst the steam.

His thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and the lines of his profile appeared particularly clear in the sunlight.

"An An is so thoughtful." Yun Zheng sipped the fish soup, the delicious taste making her narrow her eyes in satisfaction. "You even remember your favorite lotus flower cake."

Fu Linghe snorted and poured the pregnancy-protecting tea into the cup. "She's just covering for you."

Even so, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Who was it that secretly ate ice cream in the middle of the night last week and got a stomachache?"

Yun Zheng stuck out her tongue, picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in her mouth. The sweet taste immediately spread in her mouth.

Her appetite has been up and down since she became pregnant, but today's dishes were surprisingly tasty.

Fu Linghe's eyes softened when he saw her eating with relish.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up the slices of beef in the sour soup and put them into her bowl, then carefully picked out the peppercorns.

"You eat too." Yun Zheng picked up a piece of lotus crisp and handed it to his mouth.

Fu Linghe took a bite from her hand, and the crispy crust fell off, and he quickly caught it with his hand.

This man, who was always meticulous in front of outsiders, now let the crumbs fall on his expensive suit pants, and his eyes only had the little woman in front of him who was eating so much that her cheeks were bulging.