Bei Shuihan stunned, and then laughed, "You ... you are a mixed boy, when will you even learn the set of Zitong?"
"Father don't say that, as if I brought him badly." Zitong smiled and ridiculed.
Bei Shuihan looked at this elf's sensible own daughter -in -law, and his eyes were full of distress, "Po Tong, these two years, you have suffered."
Zitong blinked, "It's a bit hungry, can we talk while eating?"
"You girl!" Bei Shui cold laughed, "Okay, talk while eating!"
The family of four sat at the table, and Zitong briefly spoke to the elders of the two.
"Before this incident was resolved, Beichen had to make the previous look. The two of them were so angry that after the matter was resolved, the two of us would go back and filial piety for you."
"Silly child." Mrs. Qingyou put a chopstick dish for her. "When parents can have a child's anger, now the two of you can finally be together.
I believe that this plan is feasible, the two of us must cooperate with all their best. "
"Yes." Bei Shuihan looked at the son and daughter -in -law across the table deeply. "I and your mother will fully cooperate with your plan."
"Okay, at that time, if necessary, we will let Lanting come over at any time." Zitong nodded, and then held the cup.
Four cups, touch together gently, make a crisp sound.
In the next time, the four people talked a lot. Mrs. Qingyou asked the most in the past two years where Zitong was hidden. After all, Beichen was in the palace, and both of them knew that he was safe.
In the past two years, the two of them are the most worried about purple pupils.
Zitong answered easily, "I ... I have been practicing in Xizhou, and the days are very simple. Except for cultivation, it is cultivation ..."
Mrs. Qingyou occasionally asked her about the situation in the infinity of Xizhou Snow Valley. Bei Shuihan and Beichen's father and son were silent, especially Beichen, who had never eaten another meal, but just looked at her on the side.
Bei Shuihan looked at his son's face, put down the tableware and stood up, "It's not too early, you also rest early."
Speaking, he quietly pulled Mrs. Qingyou's sleeves, Mrs. Qingyou would like to stand up, "Ah ... yes ... you rest early, rest early!"
The two people did not wait for the purple pupils to get up, and they had taken the window.
The purple pupil shrugged her shoulders and looked back from the window, but I saw that Lan Ting didn't know when she had left, and only her and Beichen were left at the table.
Thinking of the minds of these people, she just raised her lips.
"What do you laugh?" Bei Chen reached out and pulled her over, hugged her arms, and took the silk to help her wipe off the oil stains on the corner of her lips.
Zitong glanced at him, "Do you know, ask?"
He laughed and held his chopsticks, "What else do you want to eat?"
Zitong shook his head, "Don't eat, eat full."
"Okay." Beichen put down his chopsticks, drank her with a sip of tea, hugged her up, and walked downstairs, "Let's go."
"What to do?" She asked in his arms.
Beichen looked at her, "washing vegetables."
"Washing vegetables?!" Zitong glanced at him in surprise, and suddenly reacted, and hit his chest with a punch, and scolded, "You guy, learn fast!"
He couldn't make a joke before, and now he has learned to be poor!
"Don't you like it?" He asked.
Zitong laughed, "Like, as long as you are, I like everything."