Husband, Have Dinner

Mochizuki recognized Meng Qianxiu. At that time, she was as old as A Yao, hiding behind the mahogany fan, poking out her small head and looking curiously at the front hall.

She was not found by her father and the guests, holding the Fu of the Ru kiln plum vase on both sides of the fan. At that time, I don’t know what the customer said to his father. My father was furious and pointed at his nose. He was taken away by the nanny before he heard the words clearly, but he said, "The person my father hates must be a bad person." Thought, Mochizuki wrote down his face.

The carefree childhood seemed to come to an abrupt end after that conversation.

The stars are always there, the green mountains are still there, but the surname of the person sitting on the dragon chair has changed. The dynasties have changed, and their family has been implicated because of this.

The memory of the raging industry burned the past. The guest stood between the sea of ​​flames. When he turned around, his face overlapped with Meng Qianxiu in front of him. They were the same person, even though he had gone through the vicissitudes of life, the years were on his eyebrows. Mochizuki never forgets the traces left on her temples.

Back then, the handsome young man became more and more mature, and he could get a glimpse of the little girl next to him. She peeked at him, and her admiration and dependence were intertwined.

"Tonight's New Year's Eve dinner should be the best I have eaten in so many years. You have a heart, Xiao Sui." said the old lady Meng, Xiao Sui brought a tray with a red seal and a sachet inside.

The old lady Meng continued, "One person, one person, you have all worked hard tonight."

Feng Hong gave Mochizuki, and Ayao and Bird's Nest each accepted the sachet. A Yao's smile quickly reached her ears, the weight of the sachet was not light, she dropped her wrist in her hand, and gently squeezed the sachet with her fingers. She didn't know what was inside, like one after another, hard and hard. Is it Golden Peas? Or zongzi candy? Itchy, I really want to open it up on the spot to uncover the mystery.

Bird's Nest received the sachet in his sleeve, well-behaved and quiet. Compared with her, A Yao is more in line with the image of a lively and curious child. The small gesture of pinching the sachet can't hide from the few people on the table. Xue Nianzhi looked at her with a fragrant mouth. The bag is so happy, it's not as good as the girl next to him.

Mochizuki took the seal of red, and backed it back to inadvertently block Meng Qianxiu's sight of A Yao.

After receiving the reward, Meng Qianxiu smiled and asked about the ingredients and methods of the dishes served on Ayao's New Year's Eve dinner.

A Yao briefly described one or two, speaking clearly, Meng Qianxiu seemed to like the more she looked at it, and finally made a suggestion that everyone was surprised, "You are called Yaozhu, do you still have parents and parents in your family? I intend to recognize you." What do you think of being a goddaughter?"

A Yao was speechless in surprise.

"Daughter? Why did you choose her, sir!" Xue Nianzhi was the one who reacted the most, yelling gaffefully on the spot, but because she was still a child, and everyone's eyes were on Meng Qianxiu, they didn't pay attention to her.

After Mrs. Meng was taken aback, she immediately thought of another thing, "Don't you plan to marry a wife and have children in the future?"

Otherwise, why should you recognize a little girl who will be a cook in the future as a goddaughter?

Meng Qianxiu seemed unspeakable, and smiled bitterly, "Goddamn, I'll explain it to you later. Yaozhu, would you like to recognize me as a godfather?" He turned around and asked Yaozhu's opinion.

Old lady Meng lives widowed, but she is a low-key wealthy businessman with a wealth of wealth, otherwise she would not invite Master Mochizuki over on the important day of New Year’s Eve, which would take three or four days. Meng Qian’s self-cultivation as her adopted son is more or less favored by her. It’s not good to say that Mrs. Meng seems to have a normal relationship with her natal family. If she drives Hexi for a hundred years, this wealth will fall to a great extent. In the hands of Meng Qianxiu.

Being his righteous daughter will follow along, and the cook will be the daughter of the daughter, flying on a branch to become a phoenix, it sounds like a pie in the sky, and money on the ground is as pleasant as a surprise.

On the contrary, A Yao did not show ecstasy. Meng Qianxiu’s sudden suggestion made her vigilant. There was no free lunch in the world. They hurriedly wanted to get someone out of sight within a quarter of an hour. Winning as a righteous daughter, there must be some tricks in it!

Ayao was distressed about how to say the dodge words beautifully and tactfully without offending people, but remembered that she is just an ordinary little girl now, and what she said can be regarded as a childish speech.

This is her greatest advantage!

So, she shook her head like a rattle, and bluntly refused, "No, I hope Master Yue will be enough, no godfather!"

She hid behind Mochizuki, and Meng Qianxiu drew her pie, but she didn't take any of them.

Meng Qianxiu breathed in secretly, this girl could not grind, keep a gentle smile and induce "Saozhu, the first time I see you, I think you are clever and smart, and I will not treat you badly for your food and clothing. My daughter, I will give you the best, you will be like a princess in the palace, surrounded by stars and radiant."

He was so anxious that even the princess dared to say such things.

"Sir!" Xue Nianzhi exclaimed. The face of Jiaohao who was growing open was distorted, staring at A Yao, his eyes burned with jealousy, and his fists tightly clenched in a red silk dress with phoenix butterflies embroidered on the skirt. She is about to be rubbed by her, she hates it! Why did this little chef take away Meng Qianxiu’s attention as soon as he came, and he also said that he would accept her as a goddaughter and treat her like a princess. She shouldn’t have promised to stay in the first place. She would rather leave her. Even if you eat white porridge and pickles, will Meng Qianxiu come to Xue's house to accompany her on New Year's Eve because of sympathy.

The husband belongs to her, she can only belong to her...

"King'er, be careful! Do you want me to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person?" Mrs. Meng slapped her chopsticks to the table with a serious expression. Those who are willing to make a big fuss, the disaster of jail is inevitable.

Meng Qianxiu knew that he had failed to say "Yes, the child knew what was wrong."

At the moment, I only visited the three masters and apprentices of Mochizuki. Meng Qianxiu and Mrs. Meng Lao looked at them at the same time.

"Master, is the princess like us, cooking in the kitchen every day?" Ayao talked about Mochizuki's skirt, innocent and ignorant, thinking that she was softly speaking, but in fact everyone could hear it. Mochizuki stared at her, and Ayao blinked more innocently. Blinking, Mochizuki chuckled, and a vague sound came from her throat. Ayao suddenly realized that she hugged Mochizuki's arm tightly, "I will follow Master and I will not go anywhere. Anyway, I'm cooking in the kitchen. Why be someone else's goddaughter? , Will I not receive the sachet in this way?"

It really is a bun with an eye for money. Xue Nianzhi sneered from the bottom of his heart, and quietly let go of his hands to smooth the wrinkles in his skirt.

"Hahaha, the old lady won't shorten your sachet." Mrs. Meng laughed, but she didn't mention that when she saw Mochizuki, even if Meng Qianxiu's faux pas were over.

Keeping her childish smile and returning to the room, Ayao jumped on the bed and rolled around holding the quilt. She was really scared to death just now. Fortunately, she had an idea and remembered that the two farmers I had seen before were fantasizing that the emperor was also a senior farmer. Terrible, fool around with the god-daughter.

The little **** the table flew knives in her eyes, and if she dared to promise, she would be cut alive. To be continued. Please browse for a better reading experience.