The wealthy daughter, she subdues people with force

Feng Chuyue asked curiously.

The man wiped his mouth without changing his face: "Not bad."

Looking at his unsatisfactory eyes, Feng Chuyue knew that the pork rib soup must be good.

However, there should be better ingredients in the villa, and the taste should be more delicious, right?

"What's your name?" Feng Chuyue has only seen Ling Que, she doesn't know this one yet.

"Shanying." Shanying asked and answered.

The magpie looks very tender, and the facial lines are soft.

Shanying has a strong jawline, so he should be a handsome guy with profound features.

"You don't still have people named Cheetah, do you?" Feng Chuyue was a little speechless. Who came up with this naming method.

Shanying stopped answering now, he pointed to the upstairs: "You can go up."

Wait a little longer, it's almost dawn.

Moreover, the soup does not taste good when it is cooled.

Feng Chuyue went up with the thermos bucket.

Shanying continued to hold its ground.

Manager Wang doesn't even need to send her up. The owner of the mountain said that as long as Ms. Chu comes over, she can go up by herself.

Presumably, Ms. Chu and the Mountain Lord became attached to each other, and the Mountain Lord trusted her very much.

Manager Wang saw Feng Chuyue went up, so he asked Shan Ying: "Then, is there any problem with the soup?"

"What's the problem?" Shan Ying asked back.

The corner of Manager Wang's mouth twitched: "Didn't I ask you?"

"You are stricter than Ling Que, you even have to check the soup brought by others."

Shanying: "..." I just want to drink a bowl.

He will not tell Manager Wang this.

Manager Wang patted Shanying on the shoulder seriously: "The safety of Shanzhu will depend on you in the future."

"Okay." Shanying nodded.

The manager went out in relief.

Feng Chuyue went upstairs and saw a little uncle who was playing chess.

She took the soup first and put it with the supper.

"Little uncle, this is pork rib soup made by the aunt of the elder brother's family. Would you like some?"

"Brother said you liked to drink this when you were young."

Chu Qingjue was taken aback for a moment, as if seeing a picture of two little boys drinking soup together.

Pretty woman makes soup for two little boys.

One of them held the bowl and said, "I am uncle, you are nephew, you should let me!"

Another little boy said with a smile: "I'm a nephew, I'm a junior, my mother said that the older one should give way to the younger one."

The little boy immediately called the beautiful woman: "Sister, what do you think, should Ah Xiao let me, or should I let him?"

"You, you can fight with A Xiao." The woman brought over another bowl.

"The ribs in your two bowls are exactly the same, so there is no need to argue."

Fine.

The boy sat upright on the chair: "Then I'll eat the bowl my sister gave me, and give that bowl to Ah Xiao."

When the picture came here, he couldn't recall it anymore.

The boy named A Xiao should be Feng Chuxiao.

I and my nephew are about the same age.

Chu Qingjue sighed: "Thank you brother for me."

"I believe we will meet soon."

Feng Chuyue handed over the good pork rib soup: "You have a drink first."

Chu Qingjue took the bowl and drank two mouthfuls of soup.

The taste of the soup is still very authentic.

"Is it delicious?" Feng Chuyue looked at the little uncle, "Just now I tasted a bowl of Shanying below, and he said it was quite delicious."

Chu Qingying didn't have any objections when she heard that Shan Ying had drunk.

"Next time, bring some more."

Otherwise, don't give the mountain eagle to drink.

He didn't feel that Shan Ying was testing himself for poison, but he felt that Shan Ying wanted to drink soup himself.

Because he discovered that Shan Ying is a hidden foodie.

This point was told by Ling Que.

Don't look at Ling Que who doesn't speak much in front of outsiders.

But in front of Chu Qingjue, he was simply a chatterbox.

Talk to him about everything.

So much so that Chu Qingjue knew a lot of secrets about the staff of Xuanling Villa.

For example, Manager Wang often wakes up at night, and his kidneys may not be very good.

Shanying is a foodie and eats a lot every time he goes to the canteen.

He beat twice as many meals as others.

Shanying's lightness kung fu is very good, and the spiritual fruits grown in the villa and on the treetops are all picked and eaten by Shanying.

Anyway, all kinds of gossip came from Ling Que's mouth.

He is a veritable ear god.

"Okay." Feng Chuyue nodded.

It seems that my uncle has really loved this pork rib soup since he was a child.

He only said yes, but he never stopped drinking.

Not only soup, ribs and lotus root, he also ate almost.

The only thing I didn't eat was peanuts.

Feng Chuyue saw that the little uncle kept the peanuts on purpose, and asked him, "Don't you like peanuts, little uncle?"

Chu Qingjue's expression turned embarrassed: Maybe he didn't expect that his picky eater would be caught by his little niece.

"Peanuts don't taste good." Chu Qingjue quickly adjusted her expression.

But Feng Chuyue nodded in agreement: "Indeed, peanuts are not delicious at all, and I don't like them either."

She had a sort of heroic vision.

Chu Qingjue breathed a sigh of relief because of this: "It seems that my nephew Uncle Xiao is real."

His little niece, who even tastes similar to his, is just so cute.

"How is your mother?" Chu Qingjue asked her sister.

While eating supper, Feng Chuyue told Chu Qingjue about Chu Qingying's situation.

"My mother has woken up, and she is taking the time to recover and exercise."

"Strive to be able to appear on the company's board of directors at the end of the year."

Feng Chuyue did not hide from Chu Qingjue.

She also said that she persuaded Chu Qingying.

"Mom also wants to meet you in the best state."

Chu Qingjue Biaoshui knew.

"You have a good rest here tonight, and give me an injection tomorrow morning."

Chu Qingjue couldn't bear to let her little niece be tired, it was already so late, she needed to rest.

If you can not stay up late, of course it is best not to stay up late.

"Okay." Feng Chuyue has already spent the night here, so she doesn't care about the second time.

Let her rest for one night, and give her the needle again the next day, and her spiritual power will recover a lot.

"Then go to rest early after eating."

Feng Chuyue didn't even need to go out of the small building, Chu Qingjue asked someone to arrange a room for her here.

The room was well appointed and the bed was comfortable.

Feng Chuyue sent a message to Rong Henian, saying that she rested in the small building and fell asleep.

Rong Henian had already fallen asleep, but he woke up as soon as Feng Chuyue sent a message.

After reading Feng Chuyue's message, he said good night back.

Feng Chuyue didn't look at it, she was already asleep.

Because the acupuncture for old man Ning consumes a lot of spiritual power, it takes almost 30 seconds to fall asleep.

While she was asleep, the aura from Xuanling Villa surged into a small building.

That was Feng Chuyue's room.

Her situation naturally alarmed Chu Qingjue, who is also a practitioner.

He didn't expect Feng Chuyue to have such a movement in her practice.

Is it because she consumes too much spiritual energy?

Or, her own talent is too much beyond others?

Chu Qingjue remembered what Master Li Qingyun said, some people are in the process of cultivation, and their talents are so outstanding that no one else can envy them.