Chapter 2909

At night, the old house was quiet, and Mr. Wei sat under the promenade, staring at the moon in a daze.

The strategist handed him a pot of tea: "Old man, you also know that Chacha's personality is exactly the same as Qibo, and there is no sand in his eyes."

Mr. Wei sighed and said, "Why don't I know? I didn't blame her."

Because of Chen Ziqi's matter, Mr. Wei went to Chacha. At that time, the situation was the same as the death of a loyal minister. Not only to look at the eyes, but also to weigh the tone: the old minister has something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not.

At that time, I was really afraid that people would wave their little hands: don't talk about it, drag her out to me and chop her up.

Fortunately, Cha Cha didn't get into trouble with him, just said one sentence, if the old man is willing.

Old Master Wei knew that this girl was giving him face, but in fact the boss was not happy.

Park Shixun guessed that Mr. Wei's thoughts were inseparable. It was August, and Chen Ziqi started school in September. It was only ten days.

"That sentence is indeed right. There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, unless there is a male and a female." Mr. Wei said in a crowd of men, but when he asked him to deal with the relationship between women, he really had nothing to do.

"But I see, this little tiger in our family is more cute and lovable." The military advisor said with a smile.

Mr. Wei glanced at him sideways: "You old man, she is so cute, why don't you talk to her? Do you want me to go?"

The sergeant looked aggrieved: "This family is not something I can do."

Mr. Wei was even more angry: "Then let's change?"

The strategist knew that there was a pit in front of him, so there was no reason to jump down: "Just forgive me, I feel very satisfied with shopping for groceries and so on."

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The next day, Chen Ziqi was making snacks in the kitchen as usual. After something like that happened, the servant's attitude towards her became somewhat alienated, and she didn't even dare to eat anything casually.

But despite this, Chen Ziqi still gets up early every morning and makes things in different ways.

"Master."

Wei Shaoyong rarely set foot in the kitchen, and all the servants who were busy making breakfast were surprised.

But what was even more surprising was that Wei Shaoyong walked straight towards Chen Ziqi without saying a word when he entered the door.

Chen Ziqi was so frightened that she froze in place. The instinctive reaction of fear made her not even have the strength to step back, so she stood there foolishly, facing Wei Shaoyong's brown eyes.

Wei Shaoyong stopped at an appropriate distance, the kitchen was sultry, and the mist was steaming from the top of the casserole. Wei Shaoyong glanced at the casserole, and his voice was calm: "What are you cooking?"

Chen Ziqi was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Pumpkin porridge."

Wei Shaoyong: "Is it done?"

Wei Shaoyong's unintentional inquiry made Chen Ziqi terrified and answered tremblingly, "Not yet...not yet."

Wei Shaoyong: "When it's done, remember to give me a bowl."

With that said, he turned and left the kitchen.

It seemed that the servant who had been taped acupuncture points returned to his busy appearance a second after Wei Shaoyong left.

Only Chen Ziqi continued to stand there in a daze, and someone reminded her that the porridge got out, and she recovered.

Cha Cha stayed up late last night and couldn't get up in the morning, so there was only the Wei family and his son at the dinner table. Chen Ziqi didn't dare to come to the table. After having breakfast in the kitchen, he returned to his own one-third of an acre.

Mr. Wei looked at the pumpkin porridge in front of his son and felt a little curious: "Don't you want to drink porridge?"

When Cha Cha was pregnant, Wei Shaoyong drank all the porridge for the rest of his life, let alone drinking it, even if he looked at it, he felt sick and wanted to vomit.

Wei Shaoyong said: "Occasionally change the taste. Dad, pumpkin porridge is coarse grain, you should eat more."

Old Man Wei frowned and looked around. When he didn't find Chacha, the old man asked, "What did Ziqi do?"

Wei Shaoyong nodded: "Yes."

"Are you stupid? I don't know what Chacha is most disgusted with right now?"

Now that the Wei family has drawn a clear line with Chen Ziqi, Wei Shaoyong is in trouble at this juncture. I don't know if he thinks his life is too leisurely and wants to find something to do.

Wei Shaoyong disagreed: "It's just a bowl of porridge, what about it?"

Mr. Wei didn't know whether to praise him for being big-hearted or to say that he was short-hearted.

"You TM have never been spurned by your daughter-in-law!"

Wei Shaoyong finished the pumpkin porridge in two or three mouthfuls. He handed the empty bowl to the servant standing at the table: "Another bowl."

Mr. Wei was stunned: "Are you crazy? Dare to eat?"

"Why not?"

"If Chacha finds out about this, it would be strange if you ate something made by Chen Ziqi, and Chacha didn't fall out with you."

Wei Shaoyong wiped the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "When I don't eat, she doesn't make much trouble."

Mr. Wei was speechless when he was blocked. The servant brought the porridge at this time, and Wei Shaoyong took it and ate it.

Mr. Wei stood up with support on the table.

Wei Shaoyong was puzzled: "Dad, breakfast hasn't finished yet, where are you going?"

"I'll let you go!" said Mr. Wei, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Wei Shaoyong was full and satiated, and went to work with his car keys. After Mr. Wei finished letting out the wind, he quickly slipped to the table and continued to eat.

The military adviser looked at him cautiously, he wanted to laugh but he didn't dare to laugh.

At the end of breakfast, Mr. Wei issued an order to all the servants in the yard that Wei Shaoyong's eating pumpkin porridge this morning should not be leaked.

There are only ten days left, and Mr. Wei is determined not to allow any more disturbances in the family.

Cha Cha woke up at noon, not naturally, but by a phone call.

Jiang Xiaomi was discharged from the hospital, and Jian Wei asked her if she wanted to come out to clean up the sick patient and go to get rid of bad luck.

Chacha thinks it is necessary.

So I asked Jian Wei what time it was, and Jian Wei asked her to wait. She decided on the place first.

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"Pig head meat, fish, shrimp, and crabs should not be touched. Spicy... sigh, I know chili, I mean, if it's a hot pot, can I eat clear soup?" Jiang Xiaomi held a food list to Wang The sea calls.

Wang Dahai didn't know what he said on the phone, and Jiang Xiaomi quickly added: "What about the barbecue? I don't brush the garlic sauce, and I don't add any peppers."

"Ah? It doesn't work either? Uh... It doesn't seem like the iron plate will work, right?"

Li Xiaojia maintained the posture of a sentinel and stood behind Jiang Xiaomi. After she finished the phone call, Li Xiaojia said blankly, "I didn't lie to you."

Jiang Xiaomi was lying on the floor with no love, eyes blank.

Li Xiaojia did not lie to her, but Jiang Xiaomi wanted to die when he thought that such a day would be half a year away.

"Then today, I'm not going to go out either." Jiang Xiaomi said sadly and self-pity.

"You can go out, but don't eat indiscriminately."

Jiang Xiaomi: "I used to sit there and watch others eat? I don't move?"

Li Xiaojia also felt it was cruel, he hesitated and said, "In this way, I will send you there. I will find a way to eat."