Chu Yue, who had been feeling hungry for a long time, pulled out a chair and seemed about to sit down, but her movements suddenly froze, and she found that the relatives in the room were all staring at her in dumbfoundedness.
Especially the look in Ye Mohan's eyes.
It was as if he was asking her when she had such a great son behind his back.
Chu Yue almost choked on her own saliva, then belatedly put her fist to her lips and coughed a few times.
And explained: "The stupid son my mother found was not me."
It must be the giant dragon in the deep sea calling her "tyrannical" all day long. The person who called her was in a daze, and couldn't hold back for a while and said "Bad".
"Nonsense."
Mu Jingyun whispered: "Isn't this the son of the Emperor of Heaven?"
"yes."
Chu Yue pulled Ye Wuxie and sat beside Mu Qinghuang, and said straight to the point: "Call me mother."
Ye Wuxie: "..."
Mu Qinghuang: "..."
After the brief shock passed, the old uncle thought carefully about the meaning of these words and the strange atmosphere when Emperor Ye Tian and Mu Qinghuang met.
Based on his understanding of this child, Xiao Chu, although he is young and frivolous and does not care about the word "righteousness", at his core, Xiao Chu is a calm person who considers the overall situation and should not make such a joke.
unless......
As if they had thought of something, the old uncle and Mrs. Mu looked at each other, and they both saw a deeper meaning in each other's eyes.
only!
In his early years, the old uncle had a relationship with Yunhuang, the deceased wife of Emperor Ye Tian. That woman with a stunning face was not his Mu Qinghuang.
The old uncle and his wife fell into deep thought.
Ye Wuxie, on the other hand, was embarrassed, wrung the stove with both hands, and carefully watched Mu Qinghuang at a close distance.
It was a completely unfamiliar face, but for some reason, it gave him a particularly peaceful feeling.
Ye Wuxie pursed her bright red lips and looked at Chu Yue helplessly. The extremely unfamiliar word "Mother" was stuck in her throat and she could not say it out, no matter how hard she tried.
"Xiao Chu, don't scare him."
Mu Qinghuang saw the small hand stove in Ye Wuxie's arms and smiled softly. She stretched out her hand and took Ye Wuxie's hand, and said with a smile: "Xiao Chu is used to joking. You are hungry, sit down and eat.
, Master Xiao Chu’s cooking skills today are no worse than the cooking skills of Tiandi Palace, you can try it.”
Chu Yue's eyes flashed slightly.
The expressions of the old uncle and the old lady became darker.
Mu Jingyun looked at Ye Wuxie carefully.
Mu Linfeng, on the other hand, was chewing on a chicken leg when he suddenly blurted out: "Sister Huang, how do you know that Yun Jianzun's cooking skills are better than those from the Emperor's Palace? Have you ever eaten the food from the Emperor's Palace?"
Mu Qinghuang was stunned and frowned slightly.
Somehow, she said it without thinking.
It was as if she had really tasted the food at the Emperor's Palace.
The old uncle looked at Mu Qinghuang, who was in a mist, with distress, and at Mu Linfeng, the second generation of the dandy, and said, "This shows that Yun Jianzun's cooking skills are unparalleled in Huang'er's heart."
Mu Linfeng suddenly realized what he was doing, and immediately continued to chew on the meat from the chicken leg, apparently not noticing anything was wrong with the expressions of his relatives around him.
"Sit down and eat." The old uncle smiled slightly and looked at Ye Wuxie kindly.
Ye Wuxie was extremely nervous.
If the situation is true, isn't the old man in front of him his grandfather, the famous old uncle of Mu Mansion, a famous sword warrior?
"Can I...sit down?" Ye Wuxie asked weakly.
"Of course." The old lady smiled and ordered: "Give it to Mr. Ye..."
That's it.
The old lady immediately changed her topic and said affectionately: "Let's buy Wu Xie a new pair of bowls and chopsticks. However, Mu Mansion is not as luxurious as the Emperor's Palace. We don't have those jade and glazed chopsticks. I hope young master Wu Xie won't dislike it."
"How could you dislike it?"
Ye Wuxie said with red eyes: "The Emperor's Palace is not as good as here."
Walking in Mu Mansion, he had a special feeling.
The gloomy mood and the blockage in the heart all disappeared.
On the contrary, it was like a man wandering on the sea who has stepped into a harbor to return home. The warmth made his nose sore, his throat swollen and painful, and his eyes turned red.
There is a saying that a man should not shed tears easily.
But yes.
Not yet at the point of sadness.
"Here, eat chicken legs."
Mu Linfeng wiped his hands with a handkerchief and put a new piece of chicken drumstick in Ye Wuxie's bowl.
Ye Wuxie looked at the chicken drumsticks in the bowl with a strange look in his eyes.
He doesn't like any meat. He has been nauseated when he touched it since he was a child. If it is too meaty and greasy, he will sometimes vomit for a long time.
But the atmosphere in Mu Mansion was so good. If he refused, wouldn't it be that he was refusing to let Mu Linfeng step in, as if he was showing off as the son of the Emperor of Heaven?
Ye Wuxie struggled again and again, decided to hold her breath and ate the chicken drumsticks handed to her by Mu Linfeng in one go.
Suddenly.
A pair of jade chopsticks picked up the chicken legs in his bowl.
Ye Wuxie raised his crimson eyes tremblingly.
Mu Linfeng looked at his sister in confusion.
Mu Qinghuang put the chicken legs in her own bowl, then picked up Ye Wuxie's bowl, filled a bowl of delicious vegetarian soup for it, and naturally placed it in front of Ye Wuxie.
Ye Wuxie stayed at the table, his eyes always fixed on Mu Qinghuang. The emotions in his chest were like the eve of a volcano erupting, and it was difficult to calm down completely.
He has never forgotten those days of his childhood.
Whenever he hated the meat on the table, his mother would add a bowl of vegetarian soup for him.
He could never forget that winter day.
Snow is flying outside the window, the snow is covered in snow, and the world is freezing cold. It is cold enough to be visible to the naked eye.
In the palace, he was holding a vegetarian soup and drinking it with gusto. His mother, pregnant with his sister, told him the historical story about the Ghost Emperor and the Sword Emperor from 90,000 years ago.
evening.
Father stepped on the pine and snow and returned home like an arrow.
As a young boy, he immediately filled a bowl of soup and brought it to his father.
At that time, my mother loved spicy food.
Every time my father came back, he would bring little food from the world, and every time it was only the mother's portion.
He said with expectation: "The red plum blossoms in winter, frost and snow, are not as beautiful as the buds in spring. Queen, I want spring to come soon."
"Spring will begin soon."
His mother smiled and rubbed his head.
The sister in his belly seemed to be answering him, and moved slightly.
But his world will remain in that winter forever, and he will never wait for spring again.
Because at the beginning of spring, my father brought the ashes of my mother and sister.
He couldn't figure it out.
How could such a big person, a living person, be put in such a small jar?
He hates spring, hates his father who cannot bring his mother back, and even more hates this troubled world that has taken away his relatives!!
Think about this.
Ye Wuxie's whole body suddenly burst out with strong depression, so gloomy that he wanted to destroy the world.
People around the room quickly noticed Ye Wuxie's mood swings.
Chu Yue narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but show concern.
"Sister Huang, I like to eat chicken legs just like me."
Mu Linfeng said: "Look, if you insist on replacing human chicken legs with vegetarian soup that Qin Tieniu won't even eat, look how angry the child will be."
Mu Linfeng quickly reached out and took away Ye Wuxie's soup.
However, Ye Wuxie picked up the vegetarian soup first, as if she was afraid of being snatched away, and ate a large bowl of soup in one gulp.