Xun Manyin stopped her and looked at her seriously, her eyes full of sharpness. "Qinglu, if you say something like this again next time, I won't be soft-hearted and will make you face the wall for a day or two."
Qinglu's heart skipped a beat, and then she felt full of grievance.
She was doing it for the eldest lady's good, did she say something wrong?
It's obviously Ning Yichu who doesn't know what's good for her!
She bit her lip unwillingly, "Yes."
…
After having dinner at Wen Song's house, Ning Yichu took her three children home.
I have to say that Teacher Wen's cooking skills are really good. Huaiyang cuisine is all about refinement, and the ingredients and seasonings are all exquisitely chosen. However, today's dishes are no worse than those in restaurants outside that charge thousands of yuan per dish.
The three little ones were extremely satisfied.
Ningning touched her round belly. After two operations, her condition was finally under control. She was also "unbanned" from many foods and could eat as much as she wanted.
"Mommy..."
The little greedy cat pestered Ning Yichu and acted coquettishly, "I want to eat this Huaiyang cuisine again next time, it's so delicious!"
Doudou nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
Just then, the elevator door dinged open. Ning Yichu laughed and led the three children out of the elevator. "You two greedy little cats, when you get better, Mommy will pick some restaurants."
"Yeah!"
While the two little ones were cheering, Chen Bao had already noticed that there were several intricately packaged express boxes facing the door of their house.
A hint of coldness suddenly flashed across the stern little face. He remembered what Qinglu said when she scolded Ning Yichu today. These are the so-called gifts, right?
"Mommy."
Chen Bao tugged at the corner of Ning Yichu's clothes and said, "Look at these."
Ning Yichu lowered his eyes and glanced over. The boxes were all written in English, and the logistics list was in a foreign language. Only the signature at the end had three letters written in a flamboyant style: XUN.
If it’s not Xunjia, who else could it be?
Ning Yichu's expression suddenly turned cold.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
