Chapter 844

Rong Zhan also ran in, but he was not in a hurry. When he came in, he first met Duanmu Liuyue and Hua Yiran one by one. After seeing mu Qingge, he came to Rong Jue and called out: "father."

It's very formal.

But the eyes are bright.

Rong Jue nodded, "wash your hands first."

"Yes."

Xiaoshizi should be, there are servants to wash and cloth towel, let xiaoshizi wash hands.

Rong Jue pulled the chair beside him and said, "sit down."

Little son a command an action, obediently sit down, small waist board is quite straight.

Duanmu Liuyue shook her head.

If it wasn't for children, he would make complaints about Jue's way of teaching.

What a good child, just a few years old to live like a little old-fashioned.

At this time, Guan Duan brought the child chair over, and the servants continued to serve the dishes. Mu Qingge looked at the child chair and said, "this chair doesn't look like new. Did my zhan'er use it before?"

"Well."

Rong Jue nodded and motioned for everyone to eat. Then he gave a piece of meat to Mu Qingge and asked her son, "your mother said you are not comfortable. Would you like to have some Bijing porridge first?"

Little Shizi nodded his head.

Mu Qingge takes a look at the table, and there is a very fragrant Bijing porridge.

Mu Qingge's heart moved.

Along the way, his son was really too tired and bumpy, but he didn't cry bitterly, let alone cry.

The only time was to pull her sleeve and tell her that she wanted to eat Bijing porridge.

But the rice of Bijing porridge is very particular. They have a long way to go and are in a hurry. Naturally, it is impossible to find bigeng rice. Although mu Qingge is distressed, he can't help it.

He apologized to him.

His son is very sensible. He shakes his head and says, "I want to have it cooked by my father."

Mu Qingge realized that his son didn't want porridge, but rongjue.

But now, she found out that she was wrong.

In fact, her son not only missed his father, but also loved this porridge.

And Rong Jue knew this very well, so she prepared it early. As soon as her son came back, he could drink it.

Mu Qingge always feels that she owes her son something and wants to make up for it. Along the way, they are very close to each other, and Rong Zhan is also very attached to him.

However, she found that she didn't even know what her son liked to eat.

She owes her son too much.

"What's the matter?"

Probably aware that mu Qingge is absent-minded, Rong Jue asks her.

"No

In front of so many people's face, mu Qingge didn't say it right away. Looking at his son holding a small bowl of porridge, he was in a mess.

She raised her eyes and said to Rong Jue, "you are so nice."

This words come inexplicable, Rong Jue picks eyebrow: "hmm?"

"That's good."

Be good to her and to your son.

Good husband, good father.

Although looking cold, inhuman, even severe, but infiltrated with silent care.

When Rong Jue saw her head tilted and said these three words solemnly, her cheeks were bulging. She just felt cute and couldn't help raising her lips.

One moment, his face is cold, but the next moment, the spring breeze is blowing. The eyes of Xiangmu Qingge are warm and soft. The whole person is really like an iceberg melting.

Where other people have seen Rong Jue this appearance, all Leng.

Mu Qingge saw that her son's half bowl of porridge was finished, and she pushed Rong Jue's arm, "have a look at what zhan'er wants to eat."

The little prince obviously heard, "and a bowl of porridge."

When mu qinggedun said, "don't you eat meat?"

Xiao Shizi shook his head, "just drink porridge."

Xing'er sits next to Rong Zhan. With meat in his mouth, Wen Yan puts down the bowl and touches zhan'er's face. He says vaguely, "zhan'er is good. If you are more comfortable, you can eat meat tonight."

"I know."

Zhan Er nodded obediently.

At this time, Rong Jue served another bowl of porridge for him. Zhan er said thank you to his father and ate it carefully.

We also eat and chat.

Duanmu Liuyue said: "by the way, it's cold now. It happens that the peach blossom wine buried in my villa last year can also be dug out and tasted. Now that I'm back from singing, why don't I go to the villa and play lazily for a few days?"

"Peach blossom wine?"

Mu Qingge blinked, a little greedy, "made by himself?"

"It's made of star." Duanmu Liuyue looked proud. "The peach blossom she picked herself was brewed in her own ancestral way. You haven't tasted it yet. Just have a taste."

"She can make wine? And ancestral techniques? " Mu Qingge was really surprised, "why don't I know?"

"There are many things you don't know about my star!"

Mu Qingge said with a smile, "how long have you been here? Just after showing off that you have a daughter, now you are showing off your wife again. Don't you want to be shameless today

"Shameless will invite you to drink only two jars of peach blossom wine?"

Hua Yiran burst out laughing and said to Mu Qingge, "but really, xing'er's wine is really unique. She drinks a lot of peach blossom wine. She is so mellow and fragrant that she has never seen it before."

"Seriously?"

Originally, mu Qingge was just a little greedy. When Hua Yiran said that, he became addicted to alcohol. He licked his mouth and looked at Rong Jue: "do you have something important to do these days?"

"Do you want to go?" asked Rong Jue

"Well!"

It's a deep buried peach blossom brew. In the past, I could see it dug out with my own eyes. This experience is still very good.

Rong Jue: "you've been working hard for such a long time. Don't you have a few more days off?"

"It's OK. I won't be tired when I come back." Mu Qingge said with a smile, thinking of her son, she is not tired, but his son is also tired, besides: "however, just came back to play seems a bit inappropriate, zhan'er and I have been away for a long time, we have not seen each other for a long time, the visit or to visit."

"So it is." Mu Qingge nodded and said, "I didn't expect that. I don't have anything important here. If you decide, please tell me at any time. I'll let the people of the villa get ready."

"Good."

Mu Qingge naturally is not polite, just asks: "speaking of xing'er, I haven't seen her for a long time. Why don't you come here today and play with her?"

"She also wanted to come, but my smelly boy happened to be ill. She was not at ease and couldn't leave."

"Sick?" Mu Qingge frowned: "do you want me to go and have a look?"

"No, it's just a small problem of wind cold and fever. It can't be used as a miracle doctor." Duanmu Liuyue jokingly said: "the palace has also sent imperial doctors to see it. When I came here, my fever subsided. It should be cured soon. It's just that a child is delicate. If he is not comfortable, he will cry and make trouble. Xing'er can only stay with him every step of the way. "

"I understand."

Mu Qingge nodded and asked Hua Yiran, "where is Murong Shizi?"

Murong Shuyan has gone through some twists and turns since she treated him. Now she is getting better and better, especially after her marriage to Hua Yiran.

"Busy!" Hua Yiran didn't have a good way: "Qiu Wei has passed, and Chunwei is around the corner. He has many things to help with. He has been out early and back late for many days."