Chapter 550 The Domineering Lanzhi Xiaoyin Chasing His Wife (2)
The moment Ning Yue stepped into the Tangli Courtyard, many memories of her childhood and childhood also appeared in her mind. She carved letters on the tree, poured saponin water on the flowers, and stood on tiptoe every day to look forward to her parents.
When they entered the inner room, the eyes of the mother and daughter were a little red.
Ma Ningxin was taking a lunch break with the baby next door. She insisted on feeding the baby by herself and didn't invite a nurse. It was very hard work. Lin Lanzhi didn't wake her up and asked Hongyu to put a few big basins of ice cubes in the room, and called her mother-in-law After boiling several buckets of warm water, he said to Ning Yue, "Take a shower first, change into dry clothes, and I'll cook."
"No, just let the cook do it, I was just joking with you." It was so hot, and the kitchen was like a big stove, so she was reluctant to let her mother "steam alive" in it.
How did she know that Lin Lanzhi would be happy to cook a delicious meal for her all day long.
"Go and wash, huh?" Lin Lanzhi pushed her into the bathroom, and shouted to the outside, "Hongyu, bring out a set of clothes for Yue'er!"
"Okay! Now!"
She was drenched all over herself, worse than Ning Yue, but she didn't seem to feel the heat, so she went to the small kitchen energetically.
Your servants look at me, I look at you, and look at each other. Since the beginning of summer, my wife has suffered from heatstroke twice a day, unable to go out, and must be carried back when she goes out. What happened today? After going out for a while in the sun, the more sun you get, the more energetic you become? !
When Lin Lanzhi went to cook, Hongyu picked out an ice-blue long skirt and a plain white silk top for Ning Yue from the cabinet. This dress does not require a belt, and both the color and the texture make people feel Very cool. In addition, it is also equipped with a pink ice silk apron and a pair of ice silk underwear of the same color.
Ning Yue was wearing it, as if she had no clothes on, it was cool and not hot at all.
"It's so beautiful and fits so well!" Hongyu tied the ribbon on Ning Yue's skirt, sincerely admiring it.
"Who made it?" She grew up every day, and Dongmei almost lost her size.
Hongyu covered her face and smiled: "Who else?"
"My mother?" Ning Yue blinked.
"No matter how good an embroiderer is, she can't embroider clothes with such care." Hongyu squatted down and straightened Ning Yue's skirt, "Madame misses Miss every night, so she makes a set of clothes for Miss, and Miss goes by herself." Look, the box is full, it's almost full."
She still called her miss, not aunt, and in her private heart, she didn't regard her as an outsider just because she was married.
Ning Yue opened the box, and the colorful clothes were so full that they almost couldn't fit. She has only been married for more than three months, and she has already made so many clothes. How lonely must her mother be?
When Lin Lanzhi came in from the small kitchen, she saw her daughter staring at a box of clothes in a daze, and smiled embarrassingly: "I'm just doing it, okay, come and eat."
Several maidservants brought up the dishes. Although she doesn't live here anymore, the small kitchen always prepares her favorite ingredients every day. The dishes on this table can be prepared very quickly.
Not long after entering the door, Ning Yue's eyes were wet again, holding the chopsticks, feeling like tears were about to fall.
Lin Lanzhi looked at her, and suddenly became at a loss: "What's the matter? Are you crying?"
The tears that had almost returned to the bottom of his eyes rushed out violently when asked by Lin Lanzhi.
Lin Lanzhi hurriedly hugged her into her arms, and said distressedly: "Tell mother, who wronged you? Is it Xiaoyin?"
Every time I come back, the couple are together. Today, she is not stupid, so how could she not guess? What's more, the daughter also said something like "I will be free in the future", which clearly means that she doesn't want to go back to the palace. She knows her daughter's temperament well. Ordinary things can't hurt her. The enemy's attack will only make her feel angry, and the attack of her relatives will make her sad.
(end of this chapter)