The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

At this time, the prime minister and his wife were pacing back and forth in the room.

"Did you say Xiaobao got up?"

It was Mrs. Song who spoke, and she looked out from time to time with a somewhat anxious expression.

Prime Minister Song also had a tense face.

"It's almost noon, should I get up? Why don't you go and have a look?"

Mrs. Song saw that he was about to go out, so she hurriedly held him back.

"What if we don't get up? We're going here to make her feel uncomfortable!"

Prime Minister Song said sadly: "It will be noon in a while, she has never eaten breakfast, and I am afraid she will be very hungry."

Mrs. Song was also worried.

Fortunately, the housekeeper hurried over and solved the problem of the two of them at this time.

"Master, madam, the lady has already got up! I will be cooking for you two in the back kitchen!"

The two said in unison: "How can I let her do such a thing!"

As they spoke, the two hurried to the back kitchen.

I saw the servants in the back kitchen standing outside, looking in from time to time.

When they saw the Song couple coming, they were so frightened that they fell to their knees.

Mrs. Song was worried that it would be bad if Wei Rou's slender hands were hurt in the kitchen.

Prime Minister Song was thinking that he just promised Wei Zhongliang yesterday that he would take good care of Wei Rou and not let her be wronged. If Wei Zhongliang knew about this, he still didn't know how to squeeze him!

Thinking of this, both of them hurried into the kitchen.

Wei Rou just came out with a plate, and when she saw her parents at the door looking hurried and flustered, she froze for a moment.

"Father, mother, why are you here?"

She brought the food up with a smile.

"It just so happened that I made some food. You guys have a taste to see if it tastes good. If it doesn't taste good, I'll make it again."

Prime Minister Song hurriedly took the tray in her hand, and said solemnly: "Everything made by a good boy is delicious, and both parents like it."

Wei Rou: "Huh?"

Mrs. Song held Wei Rou's hand and looked her up and down: "How is it? You're not hurt, right? Just leave this kind of thing to the servants, how can I let you do it yourself? What if you get hurt? What should I do next?"

Wei Rou couldn't laugh or cry seeing the two elders so worried, she smiled and said, "It's just cooking, it won't hurt me. If parents don't try it, I will be very sad."

"Good! Good! Let's taste it!"

The housekeeper at the side heard this and immediately ordered someone to clean up a place in the kitchen.

The two elders sat down to taste Wei Rou's handicraft.

Wei Rou's cooking skills are pretty good, and the two elders are full of praise.

As he ate and ate, the eye sockets of the second elder turned red.

Mrs. Song began to wipe her tears with a handkerchief.

"It's really delicious, and the craftsmanship is really good."

Knowing that she wasn't sad because of this, Wei Rou also felt sad, and stretched out her hand to hold Mrs. Song's.

"Mother can't cry anymore. I still want to make food for my parents often. If I cry every time I do it, I won't do it in the future."

Mrs. Song stopped crying immediately, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay!"

When Prime Minister Song saw the scene of mother's kindness and daughter's filial piety, he didn't know what he thought of, and a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.

After all, they owe Wei Rou a lot.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded from outside the kitchen.

"Father, mother! You are too partial, I am so hungry that my chest is on my back, and you are here to make a small fuss for my little sister!"

After saying that, Song Linfeng strode in from the outside, and only when he saw the empty bowl in front of his parents did he realize that he had misunderstood.

He looked at Wei Rou sadly.

"Is my sister only serving as a father and mother? Isn't my brother worthy of eating?"

Wei Rou: ...

She seems... really forgot...