107 An awkward dinner
Li Mumu said this in a serious manner, with the childishness of a child, cute and soft.
When he went downstairs, ye Wenwen had already prepared dinner and Li Ximing was already sitting in the main seat.
Li Nancheng propped his head on his hand and looked in the direction of the stairs. When he saw ye qingge coming down, his eyes lit up.
“Wife, did you sleep enough?”
brother Nan, this is my mother. You have to call her little aunt! Li Mumu pulled out a chair for ye qingge coolly, like a gentleman.
“Li Mumu, this is my wife. You can call her little sister-in-law!” Li Nancheng could not take it anymore. Was this brat addicted to calling her mother?
“Hello, Grandpa!” Ye qingge greeted Li Ximing.
“Hello, Grandpa!” Li Mumu also greeted Li Ximing.
good, good, good. Everything is good ... Li Ximing’s mouth twitched. This is a mess of seniority. What’s the matter?
Ye qingge was speechless, li Nancheng was speechless, li Mumu was speechless ...
Ye Wenwen came out with a bowl of porridge. Her little face was red from the work, and her long hair was casually tied up, exuding a lazy charm.
“Sis, I made you some sweet potato pumpkin congee. It’s your favorite!”
The steaming hot porridge was placed in front of ye qingge. Ye Wenwen wiped the sweat from her forehead.
When had she ever cooked at home? Dong Wenqian couldn’t bear to let her daughter’s hands be stained with dirty water.
“Wen Wen, sit down and eat!” Ye qingge looked at the bowl of porridge. Wen Wen still remembered what ye qingge liked to eat, so ye qingge felt both relieved and sad.
Looking at the table full of dishes, she must have been cooking for a long time, and his heart ached for her.
“Mr. Li, are you not eating?” She did not see li beixiao, and her eyes were a little disappointed.
“Aunty, my dad only eats my mom’s cooking!” Li Mumu said to ye Wenwen with a smile.
“Uh ... You ...” Ye Wenwen was shocked. This child was ye qingge’s child, but what did he say? “Aunty, my dad only eats my mom’s cooking!”
He was li beixiao’s son? What was going on ...
Ye qingge and Li beixiao had a son? And she was li Nancheng’s fiancée? What was going on?
“Mumu, don’t talk nonsense! Wen Wen, sit down and eat!”
Ye qingge’s head suddenly hurt. What the hell is this! It was a complete mess.
“Let’s all eat!” Li Ximing also felt a headache.
“Wife, I want to eat the sweet and sour pork you make!” Li Nancheng did not even look at ye Wenwen’s cooking. All he could think about was the delicious sweet and sour pork chop his wife made.
“Mom, I want to eat too!” She glared at li Nancheng. He had never eaten his mother’s sweet and sour pork chop!
“I’ll eat too!” Li beixiao’s low voice came from behind ye qingge.
“..”Looking at the table full of dishes cooked by Wen Wen, ye qingge felt that the three men were just fooling around.
In fact, Li Ximing also wanted to say that he wanted to eat it, but he thought about it and decided not to. Anyway, he would eat it anyway.
Ye Wenwen felt embarrassed. I’ll do it! My sister isn’t feeling well. Sister, sit down and have some porridge!”
“I’m just eating what my wife makes, what has it got to do with you!” Li Nancheng found ye Wenwen an eyesore.
Li Mumu narrowed her eyes. If he didn’t Speak, Brother Nan would never be able to suppress his anger and keep his words.
“Nancheng, don’t talk about Wen Wen!” What happened in the morning was repeating itself. Ye qingge was having a headache.
“Sister, don’t quarrel with fifth young master, I ... I ...” Ye Wenwen’s eyes turned red again, and she was speechless for a moment.
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