Sheng Anran's late-night snack was not inferior to the regular meal. Six beautiful plates were placed on the table, shredded carrots and cucumbers, cooked peanuts and peas, and the most fragrant thing was a whole bowl of fried sauce, with the meat full of fragrance.

He put a large bowl of noodles for Yu Nancheng, and the sauce and side dishes were all set up to him, and he casually told him, "You can stumble on yourself, this one is very delicious."

After leaving these words, he yelled at me and went to serve noodles by himself.

The palm of Yun Nancheng's hand was pressed against the bowl with fried noodles, which was a little hot, and his eyes as he looked at the busy woman beside him were burning a little.

In fact, there are few wealthy families who have such opportunities to see their relatives take the initiative to wash their hands and make soup. There are many servants and servants in the family. The masters from top to bottom all come out to wear clothes and eat to open their mouths.

This is how he lived since he was a child, but the scene in front of him overlaps with some of the lights and shadows of his childhood. While touching memories, it also touches some old and old diseases.

Sheng Anran took a few big mouthfuls, and half of the bowl of fried noodles were left. He was satisfied. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the bowl of Yu Nancheng was still colorful. How did he give him the same thing?

"Why don't you eat it?" she asked in confusion, pondered for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "You haven't eaten fried noodles before?"

"It's strange that I haven't eaten it before?" Yu Nancheng asked her.

Jinling is in the south, and fried noodles are unique to the north. Although it is common in the south, it is always at street stalls. I think the chef of the Yu family will naturally not give a meal in Yunancheng with a bowl of fried noodles, and it is even more impossible for him to eat at street stalls.

"Uh, it's not strange, it's not strange," Sheng Anran smiled embarrassedly, stretched out his hand with a very terrifying leg.

"Why do I help you mix it."

"No." Yu Nancheng held the chopsticks and stirred it himself. His movements were not skillful, but he was not clumsy.

"Actually, I understand you very much."

Sheng Anran was busy looking for words to make up for what he had just been rude.

"When I was the second lady of the Sheng family, as long as I was at home, no one at home asked me to work. My stepmother and my sister were not touched by the spring water and did nothing. I guess Sheng Anyao would never eat anything like fried noodles in her life."

Seeing that she was not shy away from family affairs, Yu Nancheng looked a little surprised, but in just a moment, he returned to normal and asked, "Your stepmother is very nice to you?"

"What do you think?"

Sheng Anran gave him a look for him to experience it himself.

If the stepmother was nice to her, would Sheng Anyao look so evil to her at Qiao Ze Liyue’s engagement banquet that day? The children could tell from their mother at a glance.

Yun Nancheng frowned and asked again,

"It doesn't seem to matter?"

"It doesn't matter." Sheng Anran sipped the noodles and said vaguely, "For me, people who are really important and good to me have passed away. The rest are not important and have little meaning."

Yun Nancheng was slightly stunned, thinking that it had touched her sad things, and now he felt a little guilty, "Sorry."

"What do you have to be sorry for?"

Sheng Anran pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Do you know? My dad always told me that my mom passed away due to illness, and the family and even my grandfather said so, but if my dad really deserved my mom, how could Sheng Anyao be born before she married her mom to the Sheng family? She was two months older than me."

Adults think that children are easy to deceive, but children are childish, but they are not fools.

"Do you hate your father?"

Sheng Anran nodded, but shook his head again.

"I can't explain it clearly. If he treats me a little bit, I will definitely hate him. But since he was a child, he has never concealed his preference for me. Later, I also figured it out that my dad has nothing to pick from wrong with me. After all, I just felt unwilling to give up on behalf of my mother and grandfather."

The Sheng family was started by Sheng Anran's father from scratch. He relied on the generous dowry that Sheng Anran's mother married him to get the first start-up capital. Otherwise, the Sheng family would not be today?

"So you don't hate your dad."

Yun Nancheng looked at Sheng Anran, feeling indescribable.

"It's not considered a matter. That's a matter between parents. How can we, as children, be qualified to intervene?"

Sheng Anran raised his eyebrows and tried his best to act indifferently, "Besides, I don't live with them anymore, otherwise if it were you, what else could you do?"

"If it were me."

Yun Nancheng's voice was a little deeper, and it was inexplicably chilled, "If it were me, I would let him and the mistress get out of the house cleanly together."

Sheng Anran was stunned and looked at Yu Nancheng in surprise.

"I'm stuffed."

The chopsticks were placed on the table and made a slight sound. Although the sound was not loud, it made people feel that they were tempered.

Yu Nancheng's back quickly disappeared at the door of the second floor, and Sheng Anran felt inexplicable.

Why did you mess with him?

The master bedroom on the second floor was dimly lit. Yu Nancheng opened a book on the bedside and slapped a photo of it torn in half. Half had been rubbed so badly that it was not good. The other half was a little boy, riding on the shoulders of a handsome man, with a spirit.

Yu Nancheng held the photo, pressed his thumb against the edge of the photo, and his fingertips were pressed so tightly that he almost rubbed the corners away. The light was printed on his face, showing a little irritability.

Over the years, he never admitted that he had done something wrong.

It was the woman who betrayed her father and was with other men on her back. She even indirectly killed her father because of this incident. So even if it was his mother, it was nothing wrong for him to drive her out of the house with his own hands.

Sheng Anran said that it was a matter between parents, and those who are children do not have too much qualifications to intervene?

The next day, when Yu Nancheng got up, Sheng Anran had already made breakfast and took her two children to eat at the dining table.

"Wake up, have a meal."

Sheng Anran looked at him and said with a smile

"It's good for the health after making red dates and millet porridge."

Yu Nancheng did not respond, but just pulled out the chair and sat down. Compared to before, his attitude became obviously a little cold.

Sheng Anran also noticed it and was a little embarrassed, but she couldn't figure out where she was provoking him. She was eager to live here, but it wouldn't work if it affected her.

The servant put the porridge in front of Yu Nancheng. He lowered his head and tasted it. Without saying anything, he drank all the bowl of porridge. Sheng Anran breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, relying on others is to see people’s eyes.

It is better to finish the work as soon as possible.

Since then, Sheng Xiaoxing has been living in the Yuyuan Villa. In the morning, Sheng Anran and Yu Nancheng sent their two children to school together, and in the evening, Yu Nancheng went to pick them up in person.

The chef of the Yuyuan seems to be able to accurately measure the time for Sheng Anran to get off work at night, and every time it is early or late, it just happens to be able to eat.

The celebration venue took half a month to be laid out. After half a month, Friday officially ended, Sheng Anran arranged for the financial department to settle the accounts for temporary workers.
Chapter completed!