Chapter 148

The Dragon Boat Festival of your family. In fact, it's no different from ordinary people's festivals. Family members get together to have a big meal and chew some zongzi during the festival

However, compared with previous years, there are some differences.

"Qiao bao'er, why are your rice dumplings round?"

Lu Qinan's parents recently went on a trip abroad. Mr. Lu spent the festival alone and simply came to your home to enjoy the fun.

Lu Qinan stared at a round brown son in his hand and thought deeply for a long time.

He was shocked. "You made this thing. Can you eat it?"

"I didn't let you eat it!"

Qiao bao'er's face was slightly red, and he yelled at him in anger.

She won't tell them that originally she wanted to make the traditional triangle shaped Southern zongzi, and then... Somehow, her strength was too strong, and her hands pinched and flattened.

Looking at this lump of glutinous rice in hand, Qiao bao'er finally decided to let it go round. It's also a shape.

"This is the ugliest brown I've ever seen."

Lu Qinan couldn't help laughing.

"Lu Qinan, what are you laughing at? It's very connotative." Qiao bao'er stares at him.

"Connotation? Its connotation is ha ha ha... "

Lu Qinan laughed more arrogantly.

"These dumplings are made of red bean pickled meat and salted egg sauce... It's a traditional salty dumpling in the south." over the kitchen, aunt Fang came over with some fruit with a smile.

"These young ladies have studied it for a long time and said they would give it to master Zhimu as a gift for the Dragon Boat Festival."

Lu Qinan glanced at her humbly and said, "Qiao bao'er, what's your vision? You can give it to Zhimu. Don't call your wechat invincible Dabao. You can change it to invincible cheeky..."

Qiao bao'er has a black face.

"Lu Qinan, you eight gongs, make your mouth cheap!"

At the moment, he grabbed a piece of her own rice dumpling on the table and smashed it at the opposite Lu.

"What are you laughing at?"

At the front door of the living room of your home, several figures came in slowly, and their noisy and laughing voices could be heard from a distance outside the door. Suddenly, a familiar low voice asked in a complicated tone.

Qiao Baoer and Lu Qinan look at the same time.

Looking at junzhimu striding towards this side, Qiao bao'er converged and put the zongzi back on the table. Lu Qinan saw the elders behind him and didn't dare to make a mistake.

Junzhimu naturally sat beside Qiao bao'er and looked at her face carelessly.

She noticed that she was angry and confronted Lu Qinan with Bo Nu, but now she suddenly calmed down.

"Grandfather."

Qiao bao'er called the old man politely and sat more and more upright.

Turning his head, his face was tangled. He looked at the other three women, Jiang Meili, Jun Zhiyan and Xia chuixue.

"Ma."

She looked at Jiang Meili, politely called a, and then close lips, decided to silence.

Today's Dragon Boat Festival, Mr. Jun asked the maid to order some unknown spices. The whole Jun's house is filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. It smells peaceful and relaxing.

The housekeeper makes tea for them. Qiao bao'er is not suitable for tea when she is pregnant. She suddenly feels very embarrassed when she sits, because they don't talk and just drink tea. It's really strange.

Qiao bao'er wants to go out for a walk in the arbor, but she just wants to stand up, and her words haven't come out yet, but her hand is suddenly held in the palm of her hand by the man around her.

She turned her head and looked at him inexplicably. "Why?" She asked in a low voice.

Jun's Mu didn't speak at once. His eyebrows closed slightly. Staring at her palm, he said, "is it still painful?"

I don't understand what he asked, but Xia chuixue, who was sitting opposite, responded very quickly with a smile on her face. "Honey, last time I really appreciate you running to me and supporting me, and I hurt your palm. I'm really sorry."

Qiao bao'er's expression was slightly stunned, and then he remembered that the last knock was a small matter, but today he was tossing around in the kitchen. The wound got water, and some of it turned red and inflamed.

But before she opened her mouth, Jiang Meili took the lead in humming discontentedly, "I'm still running when I'm pregnant. I don't know if it's a deliberate ingratitude, this trick..." the tone at the end of the sentence is particularly disdainful.

"That's what she's up to."

Lu Qinan pointed to a plate of ugly rice dumplings on the table and looked at Jiang Meili with a smile. "Qiao bao'er doesn't have that level of scheming at the moment, so if you speak too well, I'm afraid your daughter-in-law can't keep up with you..."

Jiang Meili looks very ugly.