"Miss Two, do you want oats or milk?" The maid served breakfast and asked.
"Milk," Feng Xier smiled faintly. Sitting in this position, she couldn't help feeling a little.
All the time, grandparents sit opposite each other, parents sit opposite each other, and Xiran and Qingcheng sit opposite each other. She sits next to Qingcheng, just like the extra one.
Even if Qingcheng is away from home all year round, Qingcheng's position is still empty. She cannot sit opposite Xiran or next to Xiran.
The four of them had a meal together, and the topic was not much, but they became even more silent.
"The children are so early now? The boy from the Ning family is here too?" Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng came downstairs.
"Grandpa and grandma, good morning." Feng Xiran and the other two took turns to greet him.
"Old Master Feng, Mrs. Feng, hello." Qingjun was so shocked that he could hardly even hold the knife. Everyone in the Feng family knew his identity, and he couldn't hide it no matter how hard he concealed it.
After Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng sat down, the maid immediately served two breakfasts. Feng's breakfast was very free, and there were not so many rules from famous families.
"Baby Qingcheng, you just came back. Let Xiran take you out for a walk later." Mrs. Feng couldn't bear to let her granddaughter be fooled, and Xiran would have nothing to do if she didn't work for a few days.
Hearing this, Feng Xiran looked depressed and did not speak. Qingcheng had already rejected him just now.
Qingjun looked at her beside her, as if she was waiting for her to speak, but also as if she was silently wronged.
"Let's talk about it later." Qingcheng had a meal at an extremely slow pace and did not speak until he swallowed the food.
"Baby is not available today?" asked Mrs. Feng.
"I made an appointment with Qingjun." Qingcheng picked up the water cup and drank water.
The people present stopped their movements and their eyes glanced back and forth on Qingcheng and Qingjun.
Even Feng Xiran, who knew about it, actually said that she had made an appointment with Ning Qingjun, and it was Ning Qingjun who came to find her with shame!
"Xiran, then you young people get along well." Mr. Feng was surprised and said such a profound sentence.
Even Feng Xier could feel the hostility between Xiran and the young master of the Ning family. She looked at the two people on the other side carefully and suddenly realized that Qingcheng and Ning Qingjun were quite compatible, and they were very... husband and wife.
"Feng Jin and Tis have not gotten up yet? Are you still going out?" Mrs. Feng thought, she was going to have a family meeting.
"The head and wife have not left the room yet." The maid replied.
"The sun has been out for a long time, go and ask them to get up." Mr. Feng couldn't help it anymore. This matter was urgent.
"Don't call." Qingcheng put down the knife, she was already full.
"Why?" Mr. Feng picked up the water cup and was about to drink water.
"Mom and Dad are still young." Qingcheng took a piece of paper and wiped his mouth.
Dong, the food that Mrs. Feng had just picked up dropped onto the dining plate.
"Ahem." Mr. Feng almost choked.
Feng Xiran was stunned for a moment, then smiled, Qingcheng was still so cold and humorous.
Feng Xier understood for a while before she knew what it meant, and she couldn't help but stop.
Qingjun didn't know why everyone stopped, and the reaction was so strange that he didn't know whether he could eat well.
"I'm full, grandma, please eat slowly." Qingcheng put down the paper and said to Qingjun: "I'll wait for you upstairs, turn left on the third floor to the fourth room."
"I, I'm full, Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, you guys, slowly." Qingjun put down his knife and left with Qingcheng.
"Xiran, Xier, you eat more." Mrs. Feng spoke to relieve the atmosphere.
"Grandma, eat more, too." Feng Xiran and Feng Xier said.