"The Queen Mother still loves Qian Shang very much!"
This sentence was not without irony. The Queen Mother was stunned for a moment, then she just smiled, and then she picked up a lot of vegetables with white jade chopsticks and put them in Qian Shang's bowl.
Qian Shang lowered her head all the time and kept picking at the rice in the bowl. If it wasn't the dish given to her by the Queen Mother, she might have been looking at that night's white rice until the end of the meal.
Hongyi glanced at it, sat down dignifiedly, and said: "Qianshang's body is very weak and needs to be replenished."
Qiye didn't speak anymore, then he saw Suyi sitting next to him without moving his chopsticks, and then a low and pleasant voice suddenly reached Qianshang's ears: "Why don't you eat?"
Those words came out Qian Qian, Qian Chang's body trembled, and she glanced at Qi Ye secretly, still meekly lowering her head and picking up her food.
Su Yi just raised her head and smiled apologetically, with a strong hint of sarcasm: "I'm not feeling well, and I don't have such a good appetite."
Obviously, Qian Shang was the only one on the table, minding her own business, and the words were directed at her.
Qian Shang seemed a little embarrassed. She was about to put down her chopsticks and kept staring at her bowl. Then the Queen Mother spoke seriously: "Is your concubine unwell? The Ai family will have someone help you to rest."
Then he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a lot of vegetables and put them in Qian Shang's bowl: "Eat more, I have suffered a lot for you these years."
Qian Shang was silent, and then suddenly felt that her foot was suddenly kicked hard. She was startled and the bowl in her hand fell on the table. The Queen Mother's dish dropped on the table in embarrassment.
Qian Shang stared at the Queen Mother, at a loss.
"Oh, I haven't had such a good meal in years. I can't even hold the bowl."
Su Yi was not afraid, and her contemptuous voice became even louder.
