"That honey pork rib was made by my mother. I promise that it is better than the cooks in your palace. It's faster and eat it while it's hot... By the way, there is also this, steamed crab, which is our favorite food, and it's also made by my mother!" After taking the chopsticks on the table, Mrs. Qingyou picked up chopstick dishes for each of them, smiling and gentle, "What are you doing while standing, eat quickly?"
Zi Tong raised her hand and broke off a crab leg and bit off the exposed crab meat, "Wow, it's so delicious, mom, you're so awesome!"
"Of course." Mrs. Qingyou turned to look at Beichen, and saw Beichen holding the ribs and chewing a piece of pork ribs. The expression on her face was very deep. Mrs. Qingyou smiled slightly, "Is it... not to your taste?"
Beichen put down the ribs held on the chopsticks and slowly raised his face, "So... you made those ribs?"
Mrs. Qingyou's nose was sore, and she hurriedly covered her face, "You guy, you have a pretty tricky mouth, you can eat it... You guys, I'll go find Shui Han!"
Turning around, she flew out of the window, Zi Tong and Bei Chen turned their faces, clearly seeing her raised her arms and seemed to have wiped her face, obviously crying.
"What's going on with the pork ribs you mentioned?" Zi Tong turned her face and looked at Beichen curiously.
"I was locked in that yard by my father when I was practicing. I rarely saw my mother. For a while, in order to train my body, my father didn't eat me meat for more than a month. Once, at night, the servant gave me a honey pork rib. I casually said it was delicious. Later, every night, I would have a honey pork rib." Beichen looked at the piece of rib on the plate, "It tasted exactly the same as this one."
Zi Tong heard this and raised her lips slightly, "This means that my mother loves you very much."
Holding the chopsticks, Beichen picked up the best piece of ribs on the plate and put them on her plate, "Now, I'll share one."
"Thank you!" Zi Tong smiled and stretched out her fingers, pinched the ribs and sent them to her mouth, and took a big bite without hesitation, "Well, it's really delicious."
By the time Zi Tong chewed the ribs cleanly, Mrs. Qingyou had already brought a man into the window and landed in the room.
The man was wearing a black robe and a wind hat on his head, covering most of his head and face. He only raised his hand and took off the wind hat on his head, revealing the face that was still beautiful and handsome, although it had been stained with some traces of time. It was Beichen's father Bei Shuihan.
Zi Tong immediately stood up, "Father!"
"Xiaotong!" Bei Shuihan looked at her with joy, and his eyes fell on Bei Chen, looking at his son. This man who had always been iron-blooded and cold-hearted also felt full of emotion, and his hands hanging on his body were tightly held.
Beichen stood up from the chair, looked at his father standing next to the table, hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Father, I... am back!"
"Hey!" Bei Shuihan tried hard to control his emotions, "Just come back."
"Go quickly." Zi Tong used his spiritual sense to urge Beichen quietly. Seeing him standing still, she simply walked up, grabbed his arm, and dragged him to Bei Shuihan. "Father, Beichen offended you before. Look, how do you want me to punish him? Should I kneel on the washboard or let him pour the toilet!"
Mrs. Qingyou laughed, and Beichen also smiled, "It's really not possible, I'll wash the toilet for my father!"