The sun was setting in the west, and large swaths of burning clouds hung in the sky. At this time, Qiushiyuan'er's dinner had been put on the stone table, as usual, five dishes and one soup.
Shen Wan had no appetite. She drank a bowl of soup and couldn't eat anymore after half the meal. She poured the remaining half bowl of rice into Song Ziling's bowl very naturally and put down her chopsticks.
Song Ziling raised his head and glanced at Shen Wan, but he didn't dislike it. Although it was his mother's leftovers, with this half bowl of leftovers, he would be full tonight.
"Madam, why don't you eat?" Qiu Ju asked quickly when she saw her put down her chopsticks. She was afraid that the food she cooked today was not delicious enough, so she stopped eating.
Shen Wan looked at the flaming clouds on the horizon and said listlessly: "I don't have an appetite, please eat slowly! I'm going back to the house first." After saying that, she got up and walked towards her room.
"What's wrong, ma'am? Why have you been acting weird since you just came back?" Qiu Ju looked at Song Ziling and asked.
After all, the wife just went out with the second young master, so the second young master should know better.
Song Ziling shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but we just met my dad when we came back."
"But the general made his wife angry?" Qiu Ju asked again.
Song Ziling thought for a moment and said, "No! By the way, my father was holding my second mother in his arms at the time! He said it was my second mother's sprained foot."
So, the lady saw the general holding the young lady and now she has no appetite to eat?
Qiu Ju whispered: "Is it possible that Madam is jealous?"
"Jealous? Are you saying that my mother is jealous of my father?" Song Ziling asked the prickly Zhongqiuju.
Shen Wan, who was going up the steps, heard Song Ziling's words and almost fell down as her feet slipped.
Jealousy, are you kidding me? Would she be jealous of Song Heng and Lin Qingxue? This is simply a big joke. She would have no appetite to eat, it was entirely because seeing Song Heng and Lin Qingxue was too off-putting to her. .
"I'm still eating soy sauce!" Shen Wan turned around, looked at the three people eating in the yard with her hands on her hips and said, "What are you guessing all day?"
Qiu Ju lowered her head and carefully picked up the rice. Unfortunately, her wife heard what they said and she was unhappy.
"Qiu Ju, we will only prepare steamed buns and porridge tomorrow morning, and we will eat noodles in the evening. Each person can only cook one bowl, and you are not allowed to make more." That brat Song Ziling ate too much in one day, so he was so talkative. Let him do it tomorrow. Eat less.
"Oh, this slave knows." Qiu Ju responded.
Hearing this, Song Ziling's shoulders slumped. Tomorrow's menu of steamed buns, porridge and noodles would be too simple! But now he didn't dare to complain. After his mother entered the house, he looked at Qiu Ju and said: " Sister Qiu Ju, my mother must have picked too much! Let’s eat those for us tomorrow.”
Chu Ling, who had been silent all this time, said, "Mom, I'm not picky."
"Isn't this a bitch?" Steamed buns, porridge and noodles, that rich family eats these all day long. If word spread, people who didn't know would think how miserable their family's life was!
Chu Ling looked sideways at Song Ziling and said, "Mom, this menu is prepared for you."
Song Ziling has to go to school tomorrow and will only eat at home in the morning and evening. My mother only arranged steamed buns and porridge in the morning and noodles in the evening, but did not arrange anything for lunch. This menu was obviously made for Song Ziling.