Knowing that a head-on confrontation with the housekeeper would not be good for her, Qin Yawei took a deep breath and softened her words:
"Uncle Lin, I am the future mistress of the Shao family. Are you sure you want to go against me over such a trivial matter?"
Qin Yawei was very angry and reminded the housekeeper to weigh the pros and cons, but she saw the other party standing there with a face that was neither humble nor arrogant:
"Miss Qin, you may be the mistress of the Shao family in the future, but now you are just Miss Qin. It is getting late, so please leave immediately."
Qin Yawei was used to being aloof. She had never been treated like this before. She was still a ungrateful servant. She lost her temper and darkened her face:
"Very good, I remember you."
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Dijing Lanting, in a high-end apartment.
After Jiang Nuantang tidied up the room, she simply made a few home-cooked dishes that the two children loved. After they were done, the three of them gathered around the dining table to prepare for the meal. However, they saw that their son was holding chopsticks and had not yet picked up the food. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
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"Why don't you eat? Didn't you keep clamoring to eat the food I cooked before? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
As he spoke, he touched Jiang Yihan's forehead with the back of his hand. He didn't have a fever, but this state was really uneasy.
After returning from the airport, my son, who was always lively, became very silent, as if he was hiding something on his mind.
Knowing that his son has always had ideas, Jiang Nuantang was not easy to press, so he could only make insinuations.
"I……"
Shao Yijin's little hand holding the chopsticks tightened. The food he was used to eating at home was relatively light, not as spicy as Jiang Yihan's.
It was a bit embarrassing to see those red oily and spicy dishes specially placed in front of him.
"I'm not feeling uncomfortable, it's just that I haven't eaten for a long time and I don't know which one to eat first..."
Shao Yijin forced himself to stay calm. In order to prevent Jiang Nuantang and Jiang Yimiao from seeing anything strange, he bit the bullet, picked up a piece of braised tofu and put it into his mouth. As soon as the tofu entered his mouth, the spicy taste spread out, and he burst into tears.
Forced out.
"Ahem..."
Holding his neck, Shao Yijin coughed heartbreakingly, and did not forget to explain:
"I'm fine, I just ate in a hurry."
This sentence made Jiang Nuantang dumbfounded and said helplessly:
"Why are you so anxious? These are all yours and no one is trying to compete with you. If you really like them, mommy will make them for you next time."
After all, Jiang Nuantang was still very distressed. While giving him some relief, she pushed the Liang Baikai at hand to him.
"Drink a glass of water and take it easy."
Before Shao Yijin could take the glass of water, a small hand stretched out. Jiang Yimiao didn't know when he brought a cup filled with milk and put it in front of him with a faint voice.
"Drink milk!"
Whether intentionally or not, Jiang Yimiao added another sentence: "Relieve spicy food."
Shao Yijin, who was about to drink water, felt her heart skip a beat. She glanced at Jiang Yimiao subconsciously, then immediately looked away, picked up the milk and took a sip.
The milk entered his mouth, which relieved the discomfort in his tongue and throat, but Shao Yijin felt more uneasy than before.
After drinking several sips of milk, until the spicy taste completely dissipated, Shao Yijin picked up the chopsticks again and reached for the spicy chicken on the table.
Not wanting Jiang Yimiao to move faster than him, he took away the entire plate and placed another plate of fried pork with green pepper in front of him.
"Here you go, I want the spicy chicken!"
With that said, Shao Yijin picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth without waiting for Shao Yijin's consent.
The domineering behavior cannot be rejected at all. When Jiang Nuantang saw this, he couldn't help but frown:
"Miaomiao, you can't bully your brother."
"I want it!" Jiang Yimiao was not afraid at all. He puffed up his chest and acted coquettishly: "It's just one dish, not to mention that I haven't eaten the plate of shredded pork with green peppers yet. One for one, it's fair!"
Jiang Nuantang lowered her face and was about to say something else. The phone on the table rang. It was an overseas number, so she had to stop talking.
Picking up the phone, Jiang Nuantang pressed the answer button, signaled the two little ones to eat, and then got up and walked out.
The balcony door opened and closed to isolate the voices on both sides. Jiang Yimiao also put down his chopsticks and looked at Shao Yijin seriously: "Tell me! Who are you?"