good night warlord

In the Zhan family's family rules, there was a rule not to disobey the elders, but Yan didn't pay much attention to it during the war.

Murong Li walked towards him quickly, blocking his way to the kitchen, with the same cold expression on his face as his own son:
"Our mother and son haven't seen each other for more than half a year. Is that how you greet me?"

Murongli's words were cold and sharp, but the person she wanted to teach was also the same Wannian Glacier, who was not afraid of wind and snow at all:

"If a mother wants her son to greet her with a smile, she should know not to force Bao'er to go to the kitchen."

Murong Li didn't expect his son to cut straight to the point and blame himself directly.

She was very angry, but because she was not a person who showed her emotions, she could only clench her fists at the end of her anger. Murongli is a strong woman in the mall, and she can't be questioned when she treats everyone with strength. Facing her son's accusation, she did not accept:
"Am I forcing her? She is your wife, but she has never cooked for you.

She knows nothing, why should she be the mistress of the Zhan family. "

The reserved and indifferent man had an indifferent expression on his face, and lightly refuted Murongli's words with his downcast eyes:

"Mother was joking. She is only Yan's wife during the war, and she won't be the mistress of the Zhan family."

Murong Li's eyes froze for a moment, the difference between the two was like a sky and a ground in her heart.

She looked at the son in front of her, he was taller than her, better than her, better than anyone in the Zhan family, but he was willing to be the president of HX Group for a woman, how could Murongli be willing:
"Yan'er, I'm just training her, just like training you back then. Without my painstaking cultivation, would you be as outstanding as you are today?"

Hearing these words, a look of amazement appeared on Yan Qingleng's cold face during the war, as if he had remembered something from the past, but his eyes were calm, and after a while, he lightly lifted his lips:
"It's for my own good that you can leave your son in Hancheng for several years because you are afraid of being ruined. I have never accepted your kindness."

Murongli was so choked by this sentence that he couldn't speak:

"you……"

Those things back then could not be explained clearly in one or two sentences.

Murongli's refusal to say it did not prevent Yan during the war:
"Can mother step aside?"

In front of her son, how could Murongli give way, she stood there with a livid face, showing no intention of giving way.

During the war, Yan moved a step, but was blocked by another person.

Gong Yimian stopped the man with a worried face, and gently persuaded:
"Brother Yan, my aunt has made a lot of trips to Hancheng because of her cousin's invitation. You and your aunt are in a stalemate, and if you are caught in the middle, you will become a cousin?"

During the war, Yan's eyes darkened. Yibaoer had told him before that she could take her mother to Hancheng for vacation, but this time, why didn't she tell him?
Gong Yimian took Murongli's arm, and continued to persuade Zhan Shiyan:
"Brother Yan, my aunt is not embarrassing my cousin, after all, it is because I love you, and I hope that brother Yan can be taken care of by my cousin.

Brother Yan, don't misunderstand aunt, aunt has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted. Instead of being so stubborn, brother Yan, it's better to get along with aunt well, so that aunt won't be jealous of your cousin. "

These words were funny and skillful, the cold expression on Murongli's face relaxed because of Gong Yimian's words of relief!

"Yi Mian, if your elder brother Yan was as considerate as you are, I wouldn't have gone through menopause so early."

"What did Auntie say? Auntie is not old at all, so she has menopause." Gong Yimian turned to look at the calm man as he was begging for a coincidence.

He let go of Murongli's hand, took a step closer to the cold man, and raised his hand to tug Zhan Shiyan's sleeve:

"Brother Yan, if you really want to be good for your cousin, you'd better get along with your aunt."

Unexpectedly, the man raised his hand to reject her approaching action of tugging on her sleeve, and the blunt avoidance caused Gong Yimian's hand to freeze in mid-air. For a moment, she didn't know what to do, and the smile on her face also froze. .

The man said blankly:
"I know better than you what my mother is like.

You don't need to teach me how to get along.

In the future, it would be better for Ms. Gong to call her Cousin directly. The title of Brother Yan is easy to be misunderstood. "

After finishing speaking, the man lifted his foot to avoid the two people standing in front of him, and walked straight to the kitchen.

Murongli didn't expect her son to say such a word suddenly, she was anxious and furious, she turned to the man angrily and asked:
"Yan'er, am I your mother?"

His two words were undoubtedly denying the personality and character of her mother.

Wartime Yan stopped without looking back:

"If the mother wants to get along well, the son can naturally do it too, but why can only others give in, not you, the mother?"

One bite, one mother, was what he called Murongli since he was a child.

Alienated and indifferent.

It seemed that he was calling someone who had nothing to do with him.

A few fine lines appeared on Murong Liqi's well-cared-for face.

Gong Yimian comforted:

"Auntie, cousin is just a newlywed Yaner fancy cousin, and you and cousin haven't seen each other for a long time, so you are very strange. After a long time, cousin will understand your painstaking efforts."

In the kitchen, Gu Qingyi saw Zhan Shiyan approaching from a distance, and hurriedly stopped him:
"Honey, don't come here."

But the man walked over as if he didn't hear it, and when he took a closer look, he saw the mess in the kitchen.

I don't know if it was soy sauce, oyster sauce or other seasonings that were sprinkled on the ground, it was so black.

Another glass bottle of ketchup was broken at the girl's feet, and the red ketchup stuck to the girl's shoes and apron.

The girl was wearing sunglasses, a peaked cap, and a mask. She was fully armed and stood in front of the messy cabinet with a spatula. The man's brows were tightly frowned just by her look of being ready for battle.

"Put it down, I'll come."

The little girl hastily threw away the spatula, took the mask from the trash can, and hurriedly raised her hand to stop him:
"No, no, no, I've already done it. You'd better not come into the kitchen, so as not to get dirty. I'll clean it up later. You've been tired all day, so go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

"You're done?"

During the war, Yan didn't believe it. He had seen Yibaoer's cooking skills before. He could make the simplest porridge like knocking over the salt shaker, not to mention stir-frying that required precise cooking.

He glanced at the cooking table on the side, the dishes were covered, and he couldn't see the finished products inside, but it should be horrible when he thought about it.

The little girl took off her sunglasses and hat while unfastening her apron, and said:
"Yeah, my mother-in-law said that I can make whatever I want, so I just made a few dishes."

After the little girl finished speaking, a few more people came to the kitchen.

Looking at the mess in the kitchen, Murongli's already bad face became even colder:

"It's just a simple meal. You made me look like a thief. You really taught me a lot."