"Mom, I haven't done it for a while. I hope you still like it." Xia Rong handed the prepared sour vinegar ginger shreds to Jing Anbo, with a hint of sobriety in his tone, and said gently and tentatively,

"Don't like sour vinegar ginger shreds——?"

Every drawer of Xiaolong soup dumplings that Yan Ju eats is made by her own hands. Since her disappearance, she has not made any soup dumplings for ten years.

This morning when I went into the kitchen again, I was a lot unfamiliar with the cooking time. I looked at my daughter's little face with shining eyes as she saw the soup dumplings with all my heart.

As soon as Aunt Ruan heard that she had found the girl, she is still cooking the jelly in the kitchen and making noodles herself, hoping to make it taste the way Yan Juan likes.

Yan Juan was quite surprised that Xia Rong could remember that she did not like sour and vinegary ginger. She smiled warmly and replied:

“I like the original taste of food.”

"In the past, my mother knew that you loved soup dumplings the most, and she would often get up before dawn to help you prepare them. She thought I didn't know, so she raised you in the Buddhist hall. In fact, there was an extra baby in the backyard. How could dad not be aware of it?

My father heard your loud cries when you were a baby several times outside the Buddhist hall. He couldn't recognize it and could only acquiesce to your mother to do more. Do you still blame your father and mother for being cruel?"

Jing Anbo's eyes were full of unconcealable dilemmas, and his eyelids turned red involuntarily. He silently endured the urge to reach out and touch his daughter.

In just five years in the uncle's house, he played the role of a ruthless and unfeeling father. Now he says he is distressed and loves him. Can his daughter believe it?

She sighed almost inaudibly, and could only respond with a warm smile: "Father's duty is to protect the whole family. Father is not wrong."

She had been greedy for the taste of her childhood. Even when Junzixiao was in business, she asked the chef to make a few dishes. She gave up on this dish because she couldn't taste the taste.

If you can't be greedy, let go of your obsession.

This is her usual way of doing it, so she hasn't tasted this dish in several years.

I tasted this taste again today and found out that the seasoning of the soup dumplings that I couldn’t find for a long time was actually made by my mother!

It turned out that the Shi family each loved their daughter in their own way, and she felt heartbroken when she saw the two elders trying to find intimacy with the child they had only spent so little time with.

She has always had a close relationship with her parents, but now that she has several parents who love her, the emptiness in her heart has been filled.

During this trip to the uncle's house, will Yan Juan still feel resentful when she hears the tears and love of her old parents? Now that she has made the decision to forgive her elderly parents, is she willing? Saying thank you in the dark night, but she?

When Jing'an Bo heard his daughter's forgiveness, he was not only happy, but also finally had some free time. He kept looking up and down, and his mind kept searching for the deeds related to the Prince Regent of Xiyao.

Thinking back to their intimacy just now, I had no time to judge and could only agree?

"Is it cold in Xiyao?" Jing Anbo had nothing to say.

"It's not far from Beiyong." Yan Juan answered without thinking.

"Uh-" he looked at his son-in-law and asked, and it was his daughter who answered.

"Have you been there?" Jing Anbo asked with a bit of confusion in his tone.

Yan Juan gently nodded and said calmly: "At the beginning of the year, I first went to Nanchu, then followed to Xiyao, and then I wanted to go to Dongyue."

Jing Anbo felt choked again. My daughter likes Baqianli Luyun and Yue!

This time he finally looked at Chengyun, his eyes full of curiosity. Do you have any problem with your daughter running around like this?

Chengyun received the question and answered honestly: "Don't worry, dad, I will follow you all the way!"

As a father with a dangerous intuition, Ling Jing Anbo asked: "How to follow?"

"Eat and sleep together." He didn't want to give his father-in-law a chance to hesitate.

Jing Anbo:......

Why did he ask? It made him feel distressed and sad.

Yan Jue looked at her father's dull expression, couldn't bear to pull her mother's sleeves, and said in a low voice: "He was the one who got my daughter back from several life-and-death situations. My daughter recognizes him."

Another life-saving grace? How many times? It’s harder to refuse than Pei Yan!

"When is the wedding date?" Xia Rong sighed lightly and fed her daughter a mouthful of soup dumplings without giving her a chance to speak.

Why didn't Cheng Yun understand his mother-in-law's intention? A smile appeared on his lips and he said: "Si Tianjian is looking at the days in two years. When the application is due, he will send a copy to the uncle's house."

"You all..." Jing Anbo's words were stopped by Xia Rong giving him a soup dumpling.

There is a rare sharpness in Xia Rong's eyes, why is this happening? Even if the deal is done, you still have to follow the six etiquette!

Chengyun raised his sword eyebrows and heard the meaning behind Jing Anbo's words. This time, the smile on his lips was wider, and his smile was about to come out, and he said with a hint of grievance:

"If my father feels that two years is too long, my son-in-law will not object to the matchmaking between heaven and earth."

"no!"

Jing Anbo hurriedly swallowed the hot soup dumplings, and reluctantly agreed with Xia Rong as husband and wife.

Xia Rong said with mixed feelings in her heart: "娧'er will never be simple! Si'er has gotten into trouble, so she can't do this, and Juan'er will never do it!"

Although it is an honor for an emperor and an empress to act as a matchmaker, in my heart I am still waiting for my sister to put on the wedding dress and make a beautiful wedding dress.

"My son-in-law understands." Chengyun looked slightly disappointed. Why didn't he talk about the children of the Pei family?

"You are so..." Jing Anbo was choked by the sound of son-in-law again. Can Zilaisu be used like this?

"My son-in-law is Juan'er's son, father doesn't need to mind." Chengyun once again remained silent.

Jing Anbo:......

Xia Rong put down the spoon with her daughter's food and covered her heart, speechless.

Yan Yalai swallowed the soup dumpling in a hurry, listening to Cheng Yun constantly stimulating the two elders. If the two elders had not learned martial arts, she would have doubted whether he could walk out of the boudoir safely. She finally swallowed the food in her mouth and said quickly:

"That's not the case." Yan Juan was bored for a moment. What should she say to reassure her parents?

Stop at etiquette? Just now when I walked in, I saw everything, and his etiquette was too generous!

They have closed their doors and come back again, which shows that the acceptance is not great.

"Brother Yun and his daughter are practicing martial arts, so they have slept on the same bed with their clothes on since they were children. That's all." Yan Jue specially emphasized the word "clothes", pulled her mother to touch the soft armor on her chest, and then said, "This soft armor A never leaves his body except for bathing!"

"After all, it was he who saved you because of the Pei family?" Jing Anbo frowned so hard that he could pinch a flying insect to death.

"Father, look down on me..." Chengyun wanted to show off Yan Jue's ability to attract evil, but his mouth was filled with soup dumplings flying towards him.

How come I don’t know that my daughter-in-law doesn’t want to worry Jing Anbo and his wife?

However, he really wanted to have a few more people to worry about rather than reassure her.

"The Pei family saved their daughter from the hands of thieves. Brother Yun showed up at the right time to save her daughter from the plot of the Duke of Wei."

Yan Ju tried her best to simplify the answer, but never thought that as soon as she said these words, both elders would frown and the corners of her mouth would twitch.

Why is it so difficult to make the elderly feel at ease?

"How did you manage to get involved with the Duke of Wei again?" Although Jing Anbo didn't want to make friends, he was still very clear about his methods!

Yan Ju looked at Cheng Yun's calm expression, which was getting darker and darker.
Chapter completed!