My Favorite Flash Married Wife: Fourth Master Gao Leng, Please Let It Go!

The eldest son is a decisive person. He has obtained the certificate, so he should eat his daughter-in-law anyway, right?

However, if you eat it, why haven't you eaten a small bun yet?

She has no doubts about her son's fighting strength.

Di Yanmo glanced at her coldly.

Then, under Sun Qian's expectant gaze, she said, "What do you think?"

"Of course I ate it!"

Sun Qian answered without hesitation.

Immediately, Sun Qian was overjoyed, "So, son, have you really eaten your daughter-in-law?"

"Is there a daughter-in-law there? Or, did you vomit, or did you come late for something?"

Sun Qian asked a series of questions.

She just wished that a little bun would pop out of Lin Qian Yi's stomach in no time.

"No."

Di Yanmo answered concisely.

If it was someone else, Di Yanmo wouldn't even answer, let alone answer.

"No? How could there be no?"

Sun Qian frowned immediately, and then looked at her son suspiciously, "Son, are you not working hard enough?"

Under normal circumstances, it shouldn't have been so long. Little Baozi hasn't arrived yet.

Therefore, Sun Qian had to wonder if it was his son who had been holding back for almost thirty years, so he broke down.

Di Yanfeng, who was lying on the sofa and pretended to be dead, twitched the corner of his mouth.

His old mother is really enough.

Doubting what is wrong, even suspecting that my son is lacking in some aspect, really...

Although, the outside world has such rumors.

But, that's just a rumor!

"Ahem, wife, how is it possible, Xiaomo's body is stronger than anyone else's."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Di Beiting immediately came out to adjust in embarrassment.

Men are the most taboo to be told that something is not good, although the wife did not say so.

However, the meaning of it, a fool can understand it, right?

As soon as Emperor Bei Ting reminded her, Sun Qian noticed the cold gaze from Bing Cuang's eldest son.

Sun Qian was immediately shuddered by that cold gaze.

Sun Qian shrank her neck weakly, and gave a dry cough with guilt.

"Well, what, son, mom doesn't mean that, it's just that you and your daughter-in-law need to work harder to have a child, so..."

Sun Qian was trying to save something, and after speaking, she still looked at Di Yanmo with a look of "you understand".

As for Di Yanmo, he just gave her a cool look, then got up and walked towards the dining room.

Because his wife had already come out of the kitchen with a pot of dumplings.

Smelling the familiar fragrance, Di Yanmo's cold face gradually softened.

Seeing her son leave helplessly, Sun Qian's face was full of sadness. She hasn't taught her son the secrets of making buns yet!

Feeling his wife's grief, Di Beiting patted her quilt comfortingly, and said with a smile:

"Okay, it's up to them to take care of their son's affairs. Now, let's try our daughter-in-law's craft, let's go."

With that said, Di Beiting pulled his mournful wife and walked to the dining room.

And Di Yanfeng, who was lying on the sofa and pretended to be dead, bounced up suddenly after they left.

Resurrected, there is wood!

"Wow, it smells so good."

As soon as she walked to the dining room, Sun Qian, who was originally full of sorrow, felt sad.

Immediately rushed to the dining table, looking at the pot of dumplings with a greedy face, what elegance is there?

Seeing Sun Qian's appearance, a sincere smile appeared on Lin Qian Yi's face, "Mom, let me pretend for you."