Qinghe was young and didn't understand the rules. He looked at his elder sister and then at the handsome Meng Zhao.

He thought the brother in front of him was really handsome and a good match for his elder sister.

So, he blinked his big round eyes and called in a baby voice: "Hello, brother-in-law."

"Hello."

Meng Zhao raised his hand and touched Qinghe's little head, took out an exquisite jewel bag from his sleeve and put it in his little hand, saying softly: "This is a meeting gift for you."

Qinghe was a child at heart, and wanted to accept the gift.

Seeing this, Qingying grabbed the golden bag and wanted to return it to Meng Zhao: "No, this is against the rules. Young Master, it will embarrass Qinghe."

Meng Zhao raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Qingying, and said very naturally: "I am his sister's husband. Logically, he should call me brother-in-law. What's wrong with that?"

"Logically..."

Logically, there seems to be nothing wrong, but Qingying is of humble status. She married into the Meng Mansion as Meng Zhao's concubine to serve him.

She is a slave and he is the master.

Their family is inferior to Meng Zhao in status.

Naturally, they can't use the usual way of calling relatives.

Meng Zhao glanced at Qinghe's delicate face, raised his eyes and said to Qingying: "I think this child is smart and cute, and we have a good impression of each other. Let him call my brother-in-law. There is no need for so many complicated rules in front of a child."

Qingying hesitated and couldn't say anything to refute. Meng Zhao had given the order specifically, so she couldn't say anything else. She

could only nod respectfully and replied: "Yes."

It was dinner time now, and Qingying was going to go home for dinner.

But Meng Zhao was here, and it seemed a bit rude to leave him aside.

Before leaving, she casually asked: "My dear, my family is in front, do you want to go and have some food?"

Qingying asked casually, without any sincerity, and without any expectation.

This rich young master has always been used to eating delicacies from land and sea, how could he be interested in the simple meals of the poor people like them.

She felt that Meng Zhao would definitely not condescend to show up at her old wooden dining table.

So, after asking, she took Qinghe's little hand and prepared to leave.

Just as she took a step forward, Meng Zhao said: "I didn't eat anything before leaving the house, and I'm a little hungry. Push me."

Qingying was stunned, turned her head and looked at Meng Zhao in surprise: "Young Master..."

Meng Zhao urged her: "Push me, don't let your mother wait too long."

"Yes." Qingying obediently stepped forward to push the wheelchair for Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao was going to Qingying's house for dinner, and Meng Xun on the side was unwilling to give up.

He immediately followed.

So half a minute later...

the two young masters of the Meng family, each occupying one side of the table, sat upright in front of the table like two big Buddhas.

Qing's father and mother were very frightened by the sudden appearance of the young master of the Meng family, and hurriedly took out bowls and chopsticks to entertain him.

As for Meng Xun, the two old people had seen him before, and they were grateful to Meng Xun for helping them many times, and regarded him as a benefactor.

When a benefactor comes, it is natural to treat him warmly.

As for Meng Xun, whom they have met several times, Qing's father and mother felt that he was also a child from a poor family and more approachable, so they were more warm.

After putting down the bowls and chopsticks, Qingying pulled her parents aside and whispered that Meng Xun was also a young master of the Meng family, and he and Meng Zhao were brothers.

Qing's father and mother were stunned for a moment, and they dared not act recklessly and became more reserved.

Qingying's family of four sat at the table to eat tremblingly, with their heads lowered, not daring to breathe, and only dared to pick up the dishes in front of them, for fear of annoying the two masters opposite.

After a lot of effort, they finished their dinner, but Meng Zhao was still sitting there, showing no signs of leaving.

Qingying was anxious. Could it be that this young master wanted to stay in her simple, broken wooden house overnight?

She pinched the corner of her clothes, walked forward, and reminded softly: "Young Master, it's getting dark. If it's any later, the horses won't be able to see the road clearly."

Meng Zhao didn't care. He drank a sip of his after-meal tea contentedly and said, "I haven't slept well these past two days. This farmhouse has a quiet environment, and the sound of insects at night sounds like orchestral music, which has a certain effect of helping me sleep. If I stay here for a night or two, maybe the symptoms will improve."

Author: Please give me one, the meat is coming soon