"The month I promised you will not change. My father suffers from asthma and is very sad. I know that I am embarrassing you. If your father says something unpleasant to you, you can come to me to tell me about your suffering, okay?

"

In a male-dominated country, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is the most difficult to deal with. In a female-dominated country, the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law is also difficult to reconcile. Especially with a father-in-law whose son-in-law considers his love rival, it is simply unparalleled.

Leng Yuhan expected that Yuan Bihan might be rude to Shangguan Lin, so she spoke out first to save Shangguan Lin from feeling uncomfortable. If she had another quarrel with Yuan Bihan, the house would be turned upside down.

"Um!"

Shangguan Lin agreed very well, but the problem is that if Shangguan Lin doesn't cause trouble, trouble will come to him on his own.[

During dinner, Changsheng was able to walk around and begged Leng Yuhan not to drive him back to Du Mansion. Seeing that his injury was not yet healed, Leng Yuhan agreed to let him stay in Yuanyao Palace until the injury healed.

A sumptuous dinner with eighty dishes was served, and the table was filled with men, women, and children.

Leng Yuhan put the vegetables into Shimu Yao's bowl and asked with a smile: "How did Yao'er study today?"

"very good."

Of course it’s good that Mr. Wu’s smooth and tender little hands were touched by him.

Those little hands, are they the fingers of a martial artist? They are prettier than those of a girl.

Shimu Yao thought about something worth being happy about, and gave Leng Yuhan the word "Leng Yuhan". She reached for her favorite dishes on the table and ate them fiercely.

Shangguan Lin looked shocked. He, his Yao'er could talk? Moreover, the pronunciation of the characters was standard, the enunciation was clear, and the voice was steady and powerful, not like a child's voice at all.

"We must continue to work hard tomorrow and don't let up!"

Adults are too troubled by things, but the world of children is relatively simple.

"good!"

Leng Yuhan's words were automatically interpreted in Shimu Yao's mind as, continue to work hard to touch Taifu Wu's little hand, strive to kiss Taifu as soon as possible to mark it, and when he grows up, he will lock Taifu Wu in a small dark room, and no one can

See, you can only see yourself.

Leng Yuhan had no way of knowing the evil thoughts in the child's head. Even if Leng Yuhan wanted to know, she didn't have the time to do so. All her attention was focused on the other three competing men at the dinner table.

What are the specific facts?

That is, whichever dish Shangguan Lin's chopsticks fall on, two other pairs of chopsticks will inevitably fall on the meal Shangguan Lin wants to pick up. Three people are on the dinner plate, either for a piece of meat or for chopsticks of vegetables.

Each uses its own method, competes with each other, interferes with each other, and refuses to give in to each other.

Shangguan Linhui knows how to freely use his internal strength, so it is not difficult to deal with Changsheng and Yuan Bihan who don't know martial arts, but Shangguan Linbian doesn't use any force at all, and only relies on his kung fu to fight with the other two.

In the end, none of the three got any good results.

The food on the table was scattered everywhere, and apart from their own white rice, no one took a few bites of anything salty.

It's a pity that the food tonight is expensive, enough to feed ordinary people for a year, but it was wasted so innocently under the quarrels of several masters. The emperor is really

Yes, just let the few masters do whatever they want without even taking care of it.

Leng Yuhan hugged the well-fed Shimu Yao away from the men's fighting, returned to his room, personally washed his face and hands, and coaxed him to sleep.[

"Mother Queen, are you angry?"

Lying on the couch, Shimu Yao held Leng Yuhan's hand with a cooing voice, her eyes were determined, and she stared at Leng Yuhan seriously, as if she was looking at him with distress, a bit like a little adult.

"Angry? Why? I don't usually see you say a word to my father. Do you know that my father is very sad?"

Leng Yuhan pulled off the silk quilt for Shimu Yao, took a heating bag and put it into the quilt, rubbed Shimu Yao's little head, and brought up irrelevant topics.

"Men are so jealous of each other! Yao'er guesses that the Queen Mother must be very angry because they don't let her worry about it! My father is also very ignorant today!"

Her eyes were spinning, black and bright like stars in the night, twinkling, Shimu Yao blinked, cute and innocent.

"Huh? Hahaha! You're a cute little kid. If your father sees you like this, he will be happy. Yao'er, be good, tell your mother, okay? Why don't you talk to your father?"

"Well

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Chapter completed!