About the fact that my opening elf is Little Nebula

Mother Lu stood up and reached out to her daughter, "I've been here for a long time. I guess your dad and Yisheng should have cooked the dishes. Let's go down and wait for the meal. Your grandma and grandma have come back and bought your favorite spicy duck head. .”

"How did grandma and grandma know that I was back?" Lu Qingqing asked, holding her mother's hand and getting out of bed to put on her shoes.

Thinking of the spicy and delicious braised duck head, she couldn't help but take a sip of saliva.

Mother Lu smiled with fine lines at the corners of her eyes, "It was Yi Sheng who called his bodyguards. You are back and asked them to buy some of your favorite dishes in the town. I heard him read out several dishes, and each one was delicious. It's what you like. However, the spicy duck head is probably your grandma or grandma's suggestion. I remember that you were afraid of being rude and rarely ate it when dining out with others."

For Fu Yisheng, who is both talented and beautiful but also stable and reserved, Lu Ma is the mother-in-law, and the more she looks at her son-in-law, the more she likes her.

It has nothing to do with wealth. What is rare is that he is considerate and not at all condescending.

Character has never anything to do with poverty or wealth.

When they first learned that Lu Qingqing and Chen Yuxuan were dating, they didn't dislike each other because the financial situation of the other party was not as good as Lu Qingqing's. However, the other party had not shown any signs of dating for three years, which made neither of them feel comfortable.

Although Fu Yisheng is currently in pursuit, and no one is sure whether he will succeed in the end, he has shown the attitude he should have.

Lu Qingqing didn't know what Lu's mother was thinking, so she smiled and said: "It's not that I rarely eat it, it's that I never eat it."

It doesn't matter when you go home. You don't have to care about your image in front of your family.

Food with bones will never appear in high-end banquets. Even ingredients with bones must be removed when cooking. The reason is that it is unsightly.

But the way Lu Qingqing chewed the duck head looked fresh and cute in Song Xiufeng's eyes.

Seeing that she was still enjoying the meal even though it was so spicy that she kept breathing in it, Song Xiufeng's brows relaxed and he was also happy. He even deliberately moved the plate with the spicy duck head towards her, his eyes full of love.

Song Xiuluan was born in Pengcheng, and his diet was more light than that in Hong Kong and Guangdong. Seeing this, he swallowed his saliva and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious!" This time-honored restaurant's braised duck head is her favorite, and it's extremely spicy.

Even if she can't eat it often, Lu Qingqing is also afraid of getting acne if she eats too much spicy food.

Song Xiuluan smelled the spicy smell lingering around him and couldn't help but grab half of the duck head. As soon as he took a bite, his mouth and tongue felt numb and spicy, and he almost burst into tears. He hurriedly looked for water, " So spicy! So spicy!”

Fu Yisheng thoughtfully handed over a glass of warm water.

Song Xiuluan didn't pay attention to who handed it to him at first. He quickly took a few sips and felt a little hot. His mouth felt like it was on fire. When he looked up, it was Fu Yisheng. He suspected that the other party did it on purpose, "You can't give it to me." A glass of ice water?”

Fu Yisheng said innocently: "I don't eat ice at the beginning of autumn. Besides soup, there is only warm water in the teapot on the dinner table."

He opened the refrigerator and there was no cold beer in it.

"Qingqing, Fu Yisheng bullied me!" Song Xiuluan turned to complain to her eldest niece.

Lu Qingqing raised her face, her lips were red from the spicy duck head, like two delicate and tender rose petals. She bent her eyes and encouraged: "Just come back with revenge, I believe you can do it, come on!"?

Fu Yisheng was proud now.

Song Xiuluan was so beaten that he gritted his teeth and said, "Fu Yisheng, we'll see!"

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

I want to marry his eldest niece, but I don’t want to leave the door. There are no windows.