Summary of the previous chapter: When Ma Xiaoquan and Dongfang Qingxue were enjoying their meal, little did they know that Mrs. Ma had other ideas...
At this moment, the door of Ma's house suddenly rang.
Mrs. Ma ordered her servants to open the door, but before she could go, the door had already been opened from the outside.
"Who is so bold?" Madam Ma put down her bowls and chopsticks and asked with some displeasure.
"Grandma, it's me, Qinghan." At the door of the main hall, a woman in a green shirt suddenly appeared.
The woman's face was covered with white gauze and she was tall. She placed her jade hands respectfully in front of her body and saluted Mrs. Ma.
Behind the woman in white gauze, the same is true for the woman covered in black gauze.
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and said happily: "Qinghan, is it you? You're back? That's great."
With that said, Ma Xiaoquan stood up and went to greet him.
However, when Ma Xiaoquan came in front of the woman in white gauze, he received a big eye roll.
"I..." Ma Xiaoquan was a little depressed, thinking I didn't seem to offend you, right?
Mrs. Ma chuckled, took the white gauze woman's hand and said, "Qinghan, who is this girl behind you?"
The woman behind Li Qinghan gently took off the black gauze on her face, revealing her peerless face.
"Huh?" Mrs. Ma was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "What a beautiful girl, her appearance is not much different from our poor appearance."
The woman saluted respectfully and said: "Thank you very much, Madam Ma. My daughter is from the Beiming family, Beimingxue."
"Beiming Family?" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ma's heart suddenly agitated.
Mrs. Ma turned to look at Ma Xiaoquan, who chuckled and said, "Bei Mingxue... Bei Mingxue is also a friend."
Bei Mingxue glared at Ma Xiaoquan coldly, and then sat next to Dongfang Qingxue.
"This..." Ma Xiaoquan was holding back again, Beiming girl, I didn't offend you either, why are you ignoring me?
Li Qinghan supported Mrs. Ma and sat quietly beside Mrs. Ma.
Mrs. Ma ordered her servants to add two more pairs of bowls and chopsticks.
"It's been a tough journey, don't say anything, let's eat first."
Li Qinghan and Bei Mingxue nodded. The two women picked up their chopsticks politely and gently picked up the vegetarian dishes in front of them.
"Huh?" Li Qinghan's heart was shaken violently as the food entered her mouth. She had tasted this taste before.
"Ma Xiaoquan, did you cook this dish?"
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Not only the dishes in front of you are not made by me, but all the dishes on the table are made by me. What do you think? I'm good, right?"
Li Qinghan put down his chopsticks and said, "If you made it, I won't eat it."
"Hey, don't mention it...there's also some credit from the oriental girl here."
It's okay that Ma Xiaoquan didn't say this, but as soon as he said this, Bei Mingxue also put down her chopsticks.
Ma Xiaoquan was a little unhappy. He looked at the embarrassed Dongfang Qingxue next to Bei Mingxue and said, "What's the matter? You just want to show off when you come back, right? Okay, if you don't want to eat, just make room and just stay there, without him."
Damn you, what a fool."
As soon as Ma Xiaoquan finished speaking, everyone present was stunned.
Ma Xiaoquan picked up his chopsticks and said, "The dishes I cook can't accommodate the two of you, right? If it can't be accommodated, just put it down and don't eat it. If you have the ability, cook it yourself. In addition, the girl from the Oriental family has helped a lot with today's dishes."
If you don’t give me face, you’re a busy man, that’s fine, but if you don’t give face to the Oriental girl, you two don’t blame me for not giving you good face in the future.”
"Ma Xiaoquan, you" Bei Mingxue's face turned red with embarrassment and she couldn't say a word.
Ma Xiaoquan glanced at Bei Mingxue: "Little girl Bei Ming, Qinghan can just show off his temper. You can mix in whatever you want. Pick up the chopsticks and eat obediently."
Bei Mingxue glared at Ma Xiaoquan fiercely, but she picked up the chopsticks obediently and started eating without saying a word.
Li Qinghan was not afraid of Ma Xiaoquan. He snorted coldly, stood up, and walked away with his sleeves rolled up.
"Don't move anyone, just feed me," Ma Xiaoquan said angrily.
Ma Xiaoquan shouted loudly, which shocked everyone present. At this moment, Ma Xiaoquan in front of everyone seemed to be no longer the fourth son of the Ma family, but just like the head of the family.
Mrs. Ma and the housekeeper Ma Tong looked at each other and sighed softly: "Quan'er, Qinghan..."
Ma Xiaoquan glanced at Mrs. Ma and suddenly smiled. His originally angry expression suddenly made a 80° turn.
"Hey, grandma, don't worry, I'll cook two more dishes later and deliver them to my sister-in-law myself."
"This..." Mrs. Ma was speechless and almost fainted. This first-generation head of the family was so unpredictable.
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After lunch, Ma Xiaoquan asked Dongfang Qingxue to settle Bei Mingxue, while he himself cooked a few dishes.
"Ma Xiaoquan..." Behind him, Dongfang Qingxue suddenly appeared.
"Oh, it's Dongfang girl. Have Bei Mingxue made arrangements?"
"Well" Dongfang Qingxue nodded, "It's settled, Ma Xiaoquan, thank you for what happened before."
Ma Xiaoquan waved his hand: "No need to thank you. What I hate most is people who don't respect the fruits of other people's labor, so...hehe..."
Dongfang Qingxue felt very warm in her heart. She wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly thinking of her engagement, Dongfang Qingxue's eyes dimmed.
"What's the matter, Oriental girl?"
Dongfang Qingxue raised her head, shook her head and said, "It's okay, these dishes you cooked are for Sister Qinghan, right?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Qinghan is still injured, so she has to eat, otherwise it will be difficult to recover. Well, I made a few of her favorite dishes and I will send them to her."
"Oh, hurry up then. Sister Qinghan must be waiting for you."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and said with a smile: "Wait for me? Hey, it would be nice if she doesn't hit me haha..."
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Carrying the tray and leaving the kitchen, Ma Xiaoquan gently came to Li Qinghan's bedroom.
I knocked slowly on the door, but no one in the room answered.
"Qinghan, it's me. If you don't agree, I'll go in directly." After saying that, Ma Xiaoquan pushed gently and the door opened.
As soon as he opened the door, a black object flew towards him. Ma Xiaoquan was startled. It was not that he was afraid of being hit by the black object, but that he was worried about the tray in his hand. If he moved it rashly, what would happen to his hand?
I'm afraid the vegetables will be scattered.
"Hey," Ma Xiaoquan cried in his heart, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and face him. With a "pop" sound, the black thing hit his face, and then fell to the ground.
Ma Xiaoquan took a closer look and saw that it was an embroidered shoe.