Ningmengyao went out for a few steps, turned to look at Yang Cui, who was so angry, and a wicked smile came up from her mouth: "Yang Cui, my temple is small, and I can't hold your Buddha. Please tell me where you come from and where you come back from. I have many things to do, so I will not send you. Qingxue will see you off."
"It's miss."
Qingxue went to yangcui's face, with a proper smile: "this aunt, please."
Ningmengyao's chest kept rising and falling, and finally she left.
Seeing that she was angry, the little servant girl beside her knew that she had said something wrong, and hurriedly left behind her.
After Yang Cui left, Qingxue said with a sneer, "what do you really think of as a phoenix flying on the branch?"
"Well, this is someone else's business. It has nothing to do with us." Mother Qin frowned at Qingxue's appearance.
Yang Cui's fate has already been determined at this time. It's better to be their uncle.
Qingxue curls her mouth and comes in to help.
When Yang Cui comes back to her home, she looks at the servant girl behind her. She slaps her hand on her face and looks at the servant girl with a gloomy face: "if you can't speak, please shut up."
She's not a concubine. She's the second wife of the childe. Can a wife compare with a concubine?
The little servant girl covered her face and bowed her head. Her eyes were full of disdain. She returned her wife, but she was not recognized by the little lady. If she knew this, she would teach her another lesson.
Her family is not so good. She wants to be the second wife of the childe. It's just a fool's dream.
Yang Cui looks at the eyes of the servant girl with a gloomy face and asks coldly, "what eyes are you looking at?"
Little servant girl looked at Yang Cui innocently: "madam, I don't know what you are talking about."
"Don't think you're Mrs. Ben who she sent you, so you can't do anything about it." Yang Cui said angrily.
The servant girl was given by the master's wife. She came to serve her, but in fact she came to monitor her. So she didn't like the servant girl at all. She would scold her if she didn't fight, and she would toss and turn all day.
Little servant girl's hatred flashed in her eyes. She wanted to see how arrogant the second lady could be.
Chen Shi saw the way his daughter doted on Ya's hair and temper and frowned: "what's the matter with you?"
"Don't worry, mom. I will not let Ning Mengyao live so smartly. I will make her regret provoking me." Said Yang Cui, gnashing her teeth.
I can't help but think of her disdainful eyes.
She rather Mengyao is just a merchant, the man to marry or a hunter, why does she despise herself?
"The most important thing for you now is to have a baby. If you leave a baby boy, your husband's family will respect you." Chen understood his daughter's hate for Ning Mengyao, but now it's not the time to say that.
Now that the wife is pregnant, this is the best chance for her daughter. As long as her son-in-law's heart is firmly in her hand, it's all right.
"Mother, I know how to do it." Yang Cui nodded, naturally understanding Chen's meaning.
But, the child she wants, Ning Mengyao she also wants to deal with, as for how to do, still have to think about, in short, she and Ning Mengyao are irreconcilable.
However, Yang Cui didn't know that it was her calculation that left her dead and even her husband's house.
Qiao Tianchang looks at Ning Mengyao making snacks in the kitchen. Every time he sees her do it by herself, Qiao Tianchang thinks it's a kind of enjoyment.
"Teach me."
"Yes." Ning Mengyao nodded and smiled happily.
Every time she cooks and makes snacks, he will look at them and ask her to teach them whenever he has time.
Now Qiao Tianchang's craftsmanship, although it can't be compared with the real chef, is already very powerful compared with other big men.
"It's delicious." Joe Tianchang took a bite and said contentedly.
"When the osmanthus blooms in the yard, I'll make you osmanthus cake." Ning Mengyao is also very happy to see Qiao Tianchang's satisfied appearance.
"Good."
Mother Qin stood outside and listened to the conversation between the two people. She couldn't help laughing. Such a young lady and uncle are very good.