Enter the Room

Before Song Jiyun had time to say anything, a laugh suddenly came from outside the door.

They both turned back.

Qian was seen looking at them with a smile.

The two were shocked.

Yuan Yunzhong slowly stood up straight.

Song Jiyun trotted over, held Qian's arm, and said, "Mom, why are you here?"

She also looked behind Qian and saw that there were only two little maids following Qian. She glanced at Qian's already pregnant belly and said unhappily: "Why didn't Aunt Zheng accompany you? Jiyu and Where’s the snow?”

Hearing this, Mrs. Qian's smile faded, her eyes turned red, and she choked with sobs: "I heard from Manager Wu that you were missing, and I was so frightened that I lost my mind. I left Aunt Zheng to accompany Jiyu and Jiuxue at Baoen Temple, and I came here overnight. .”

As she spoke, she took Song Jiuyun's hand, looked up and down, and said, "As long as you're fine!"

"What can happen to me?" Song Jiyun hurriedly comforted Mr. Qian, telling the story of the incident without reporting any worries, and said, "She is not missing. She just used a trick to lure the snake out of its hole, and concealed her whereabouts."

There was no need to tell Qian that she and Yuan Yunzhong were lost, that would only make Qian worried.

Mr. Qian did not doubt that he was there. When he heard that the matter had been resolved, he felt relieved, clasped his hands together and recited "Amitabha", and said happily: "Blessed by Bodhisattva!"

Song Jiyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Qian's eyes fell on Yuan Yunzhong and said to Yuan Yunzhong with a smile: "I'm sorry! I was only worried about our eldest daughter and didn't say thank you to Mr. Yuan."

"Second Madam, you're welcome!" Yuan Yunzhong responded, with a normal expression and a normal tone, as if the person who just leaned against the floor pillar and said he was the uncle of the Song family was not him.

Qian hurriedly said: "I'm not saying this politely. Although our eldest daughter didn't say it out loud, I know in my heart that whether it's using a trick or luring a snake out of its hole, if there hadn't been a young master watching over me, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly today. !”

Yuan Yunzhong clenched his hands into fists, brought them to his mouth, and coughed twice.

Song Jiyun caressed his forehead.

Her mother was right.

In the past two days, especially when she was lost, Yuan Yunzhong took great care of her.

But she thought of Shao Qing who followed Yuan Yunzhong to the kiln.

Not to mention the uncertain future between her and Yuan Yunzhong, her mother looked at Yuan Yunzhong as a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, and she was unwilling to let her mother have too much contact with Yuan Yunzhong.

Lest her mother get hurt then.

She quickly interrupted Qian's words and said, "Mom, have you had breakfast? The cold noodles in the kiln factory are very good. I'll ask them to give you another bowl!"

Yuan Yunzhong watched and took the opportunity to stand up and say goodbye: "Then I won't disturb you!"

Qian looked at Song Jiyun and then at Yuan Yunzhong.

One interrupted her, and the other immediately took his leave.

She had heard clearly outside just now that Yuan Yunzhong even said the words "Song's uncle". Even if young people were joking among themselves in private, how could they say such things if they didn't like each other? What if?

If it weren't for the filial piety period...

Qian's mind was spinning rapidly, but she decisively stopped Yuan Yunzhong and said with a smile: "Master Yuan, please have breakfast with us! It's not a delicacy, it's the specialty of our place, and it's a little bit of my heart."

Yuan Yunzhong repeatedly declined.

Song Jiyun was also beside him and said: "This early in the morning, Mr. Yuan has just gotten up. You, the old man, must let him take a break and have a cup of tea, right?"

Qian glanced at Song Jiyun, but became more determined to stay with Yuan Yunzhong for breakfast, and said: "It is light on courtesy but heavy on affection. Please fulfill my love for my daughter."

Yuan Yunzhong thought for a while and said: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey! I'll go back and change my clothes, and then come back for breakfast."

Mr. Qian personally escorted Yuan Yunzhong out of the hall, sat in the small hall at the back of the hall, waiting for Leng Fen, and asked Yuan Yunzhong tactfully: "He has always been with you?"

What does it mean to stay with her all the time?

Song Jiyun said: "No! There is no manpower to send him back to the city."

Qian didn't take it seriously and said, "If he insists on leaving, can you still force him to stay?"

"That's true!" Song Jiyun changed the subject and said, "You are worried and scared on this journey. I will have someone clean up a room for you. You can have a good rest later and come back to the city with me later."

Later, I asked about Grandma Zheng and my sister: "When will they come home? Do you want to pick them up?"

"They will also go home later." Qian said, "I'll feel relieved if you're okay. I know you just took over the kiln factory, and the incident between Ninth Master and Song Li happened, so you must be very busy. I won't disturb you here. Okay. I'll just go back later."

Then her words were transferred to Yuan Yunzhong: "I think Mr. Yuan is really rare. When the Song family's private school is established, can you ask him if he wants to go to the private school to study?"

Two people can also spend more time in contact.

Song Jiyun didn't want his mother to have expectations, and he didn't know how to dispel her thoughts. He was silent for a long time, but Qian Ming misunderstood that she didn't know what to do.

Qian then smiled and urged Song Jiyun: "Go and see if my cold powder is ready?"

Song Jiyun smiled helplessly and said, "Mom, there is no need to rush my matter. Haste makes waste."

"I won't save it!" Mrs. Qian said with a smile. When the cold noodles arrived, they saw that they were full of spicy ingredients, and she even asked the kitchen to make a fresh mix of three fresh ingredients.

When Yuan Yunzhong arrived, the three of them went to the round table in the hall to have breakfast.

Yuan Yunzhong is wearing a moon-white fine sermon robe, with a straight back, handsome and handsome; Song Jiuyun is wearing a moon-white fine cloth and is sitting upright, beautiful and graceful; like a pair of beautiful women.

Qian's smile became even brighter, and her eyes looking at them were filled with uncontrollable joy.

He also asked Yuan Yunzhong: "Young master has not returned to the city these two days and lives with our eldest daughter in the kiln factory. Are you still used to it?"

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at Song Jiyun and said briefly: "I can't help much either."

Mrs. Qian nodded and said, "What do you think of our kiln, Mr. Yuan?"

Yuan Yunzhong glanced at Mr. Qian strangely and said politely: "It's quite big and quite good."

Mr. Qian shook his head and sighed, looked at him and said, "This kiln was built brick by brick by our master. From now on, it will be left to our eldest daughter to take care of it."

Yuan Yunzhong already knew this.

He responded: "It should be so!"

Qian immediately beamed with joy, and the look in his eyes not only showed relief, but also revealed unmistakable satisfaction.

Not only did Mr. Yuan think the Song family was good, he was not dissatisfied with his daughter taking over the kiln factory.

She said happily: "Mr. Yuan is upright and open-minded. Our family is really lucky to meet him!"

Yuan Yunzhong didn't know what was going on.

But Song Jiyun wanted to gag his mother.

She pointed to the bowl of mung bean soup on the table and said, "Mom, the weather is hot, can I serve you a bowl?"

Qian smiled and said "Okay", but when she served the mung bean soup, Qian pushed it in front of Yuan Yunzhong and said, "It's hot, Mr. Yuan, let's try it too."

My routine is chaotic...