Qing Lingyi suppressed the uncomfortable feeling at the bottom of her throat and advised, "Okay, Biwei, it's okay."
Bi Wei endured it for her, but still said: "Madam, please go out first, and then come in after the smoke clears."
"No need," Qing Lingyi's voice became hoarse due to coughing, "I have to go downstairs. This is what the general wants to eat, so we can't delay."
Bi Wei really felt sorry for Qing Lingyi. Even though she was afraid of the general in her heart, she still said a few more words: "Madam, it's really not my fault. He has become such a high official, why can't he even build a small kitchen?" . He just asked me what he wanted to eat, and then bothered my wife to worry about it. It’s so heartless!”
Qing Lingyi quickly rebuked: "Biwei, shut up!"
Immediately afterwards, a magnetic and lazy voice sounded outside the door: "Let her continue talking."
Cheng Yang took his time and stepped through the door.
Bi Wei's face instantly turned pale and she hurriedly knelt on the ground.
Qing Lingyi took a step forward, stood in front of her, and said nervously: "General, Biwei is careless and has no intention of offending you."
Cheng Yang's eyes fell on her body and he reminded her patiently: "Husband."
Qing Lingyi lowered his head: "Husband, please don't argue with Bi Wei."
Cheng Yang said nothing.
Qing Lingyi was unsure because she knew and had seen Cheng Yang as a man who was unstable and ruthless.
But Biwei and she had grown up together, and she had to keep her no matter what.
"Husband..." Qing Lingyi gritted her teeth and looked up.
But he found that Cheng Yang was sizing up Western Zhou Dynasty.
He mused, "It needs to be fixed."
Qing Lingyi didn't react at once: "What?"
"The kitchen," Cheng Yang said quietly, "isn't it too small and stuffy?"
Qing Lingyi was stunned for a moment.
"We might as well choose another place and build a new kitchen," Cheng Yang looked at her, "What do you think?"
"...I listen to my husband."
Cheng Yang made up his mind: "Then build another one."
He stretched out his hand: "Come here."
Qing Lingyi came forward obediently, but did not dare to put her hand into his palm, and explained: "I was cooking just now, and my hands were very dirty."
Cheng Yang stared at her hands.
Qing Lingyi whispered again: "Husband, you are broad-minded and generous. You will definitely not care about Biwei."
Cheng Yang raised an eyebrow: "You are flattering me on purpose?"
Qing Lingyi said sincerely: "I am begging you for mercy."
Cheng Yang was noncommittal about this and raised his chin slightly to signal: "Go and wash your hands."
Qing Lingyi was puzzled: "I haven't made the noodles yet."
"The firewood is all wet, what noodles should I make?" Cheng Yang said, "Wash your hands and go to mother's place to eat."
Qing Lingyi was startled.
Cheng Yang glanced at Bi Wei, who was still kneeling on the ground: "What are you doing here? Why don't you go and dress up my wife?"
Biwei was still confused.
Qing Lingyi smiled happily. Although Cheng Yang didn't say it first, he meant that he would no longer care about Bi Wei.
She smiled brightly: "Husband, you are so kind!"
The corners of Cheng Yang's lips raised slightly.
On the way back to the main house, Qing Lingyi met Grandma Sun and Cheng Anle.
The latter walked dejectedly with a small pillow under his arm.
"Xiao Anle." Qing Lingyi called her.
Cheng Anle is wilting, like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Qing Lingyi was puzzled: "What's going on? Who bullied you?"
Who else could it be!
Cheng Anle curled his lips and cried "Wow".
Qing Lingyi hurriedly knelt down to coax her: "Don't cry. Although the kitchen is wet and we can't eat duck porridge, we will go to grandma's place to eat. Her breakfast is delicious."
Unexpectedly, not only could I no longer sleep with my mother, but I would also have no more duck porridge.
What a disaster...is the disaster nothing?
Cheng Anle couldn't remember that idiom, and became even more sad and cried louder.
Qing Lingyi saw something was wrong: "What happened?"
Grandma Sun didn't know either and was very helpless.
It was Cheng Anle who choked up and said: "Daddy...Daddy said let me go back and sleep by myself..."
"why?"
"Because, because," Cheng Anle whimpered, "because he wants to sleep with you!"
Qing Lingyi:...
Grandma Sun and Biwei:...
Others in the yard:…
The person involved, Cheng Yang, heard the entire conversation and had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions.
He felt no guilt.
Shouldn't his wife sleep with him?
"Husband," Qing Lingyi couldn't help it, "how old are you, why are you still bullying Xiao Anle?"
Cheng Yang:?
Cheng Yang: "Why did I bully her?"
"Xiao Anle is still young, so it's natural that she likes to cling to her mother. Why are you arguing with her? How childish."
Cheng Yang:? ? ?
I'm too old to stick to you?
He was furious.
Just now I said you are so kind, husband, but now I think he is naive.
Okay, he will remember this grudge.
"Don't cry," Qing Lingyi whispered to comfort Cheng Anle, "Give the little pillow to Grandma Sun, and let's go to Grandma's place to have breakfast together."
"Hmm...yeah." Cheng Anle nodded and gradually stopped crying.
The group arrived at Jingchen Pavilion.
Cheng Yang had already sent someone to spread the news, and now everything is ready.
When Mrs. Xue saw them, she smiled and asked, "I heard that Third Master and Xiao Anle are vying to sleep with Ling Yi?"
Cheng Anle flattened his mouth stubbornly and said nothing.
Cheng Yangjun's face was dark and he didn't bother to defend himself.
"How come the news spreads so quickly?" Qing Lingyi smiled.
The three of them took their seats.
Old Mrs. Xue turned to Cheng Yang, "By the way, why did you capture that woman? Putting her in your house is disgusting just thinking about it."
Qing Lingyi moved the millet porridge closer to Cheng Anle at the right time.
As soon as he started eating, Cheng Anle stopped caring about the content of the conversation.
Cheng Yang's eyes also fell on the bowl of millet porridge, "Mother has heard about this."
"Nonsense," Mrs. Xue said bluntly, "I'm just asking you, when will you kick her out?"
Qing Lingyi pricked up his ears and listened.
Suddenly, she felt a slight heat on her thigh.
It was Cheng Yang next to him who put his hand up.
A blush instantly appeared on her cheeks.
Ke Chengyang looked as usual, sitting upright without revealing any clues.
Even his voice was straight, "Don't worry, mother, I have my own arrangements."
"She must have impure motives!" Old Mrs. If you do something that makes Ling Yi sad, I will not forgive you lightly!"
"Mother, my wife and I discussed this matter last night."
Cheng Yang spoke unhurriedly, rubbing Qing Lingyi's skin with his palms, and even dared to slide them inwards.
The fabric of the clothes was thin in summer, and his palms were hot, as if they had been imprinted with a soldering iron.
Qing Lingyi's ears turned red, and she lowered her head as hard as she could, thinking that during the conversation between mother and son, they would not notice anything unusual about her.
Cheng Yang looked sideways at her, with a nasty curve at the corner of his mouth, trying to push her to the forefront.
"So, madam," he said slowly, "please tell me what we talked about last night. Be sure to say it carefully so that mother can rest assured."
