The Butler placed the claypot on the table. dried abalone with chicken soup. The dishes are all here. Old lady, Madam, it's time to eat.
The sky darkened and the lights in the dining room were warm. There were four dishes and a soup on the mahogany table. The variety of dishes was appetizing.
Although the old lady was old, she took good care of herself. There were not many wrinkles on her hands, and the Emerald ring set off her fair skin. One look and you could tell that she was a rich old lady who was served.
She picked up the spoon and scooped a small bowl of soup, placing it in front of Wen Qiao. "Drink some soup first."
"Thank you," she said.
Wen Qiao picked up the bowl and drank the soup. Ye minqiu's heart skipped a beat. Her mother was a true-blue daughter of a wealthy family. Back then, the family was strict and there were many rules. Soup could only be fed into one's mouth with a small spoon. The cups and plates were not allowed to make any noise.
If the little girl picked up the bowl and drank it, would the old lady feel that she was not cultured enough?
Clearly, she was overthinking things. Old Mrs. Wen looked at Wen Qiao cheerfully, her gaze earnest and kind."Is it good?"
It was probably a cross-generational relationship.
"It's delicious," Wen Qiao nodded.
"Then drink more."
"Where are you?" a voice came from outside the door.
It was Fu Nanli's voice. Ye minqiu's brows twitched. He had come too quickly.
"The old lady and the others are eating in the dining room, young master," the Butler said.
Wen Qiao put down her bowl and looked towards the living room. Very quickly, she saw Fu Nanli walking towards her, his expression not looking too good.
Fu Nanli strode to the dining room and grabbed Wen Qiao's wrist, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "Who let you in?"
The little liar was so audacious that she had come to see his grandmother. He could indulge her, but no one else could.
Wen Qiao was a little at a loss for what to do and hurriedly stood up. "I'm Yingying!"
Fu Nanli pulled her along and walked out.
The old lady saw her grandson's gloomy expression and did not say anything. Ye minqiu followed behind and said,"I brought her here. You don't have to do this."
Fu Nanli's brows were tightly furrowed, but he didn't say a word.
Wen Qiao's heart felt a little stifled and she hurriedly said, " "I'm sorry."
She had already been pulled into the car by Fu Nanli. Ye minqiu still wanted to say something, but the car sped away from the courtyard.
Ye minqiu placed one hand on her waist and pressed the space between her eyebrows with the other. She shouted angrily at the back of the car, get this straight, who's the mother and who's the son. You little brat, you really don't have any respect for your mother.
Her son was really Swift and decisive. In less than two minutes, he had taken her away.
His attitude was also somewhat thought-provoking, as if he was very unhappy.
She returned to the dining room, and the old lady said worriedly, " "Why is Nan Li so angry?"
Ye minqiu took a sip of her soup. it's indeed a little strange. Could it be that Wanwan isn't taking it seriously and is just playing around? we're just minding our own business and meeting the young lady, so we're embarrassing him? "
"Is your son like this?" the old lady glared at her.
Ye minqiu shrugged. I don't know what he's thinking at all. We've never had any heart-to-heart talks. He never tells me anything.
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In the car, the atmosphere was a little tense. Wen Qiao could sense Fu Nanli's displeasure. Was he unhappy because she had met his family without permission?
"Who asked you to come?" He said.
There was a lingering fear in his heart, afraid that she had said something wrong.
Wen Qiao didn't utter a word. She didn't want any unhappiness to arise between the mother and son because of her.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He said again, his tone already trying to be as gentle as possible.