The fish soup was carefully boiled into milky white, and the taste was delicious, without a trace of fishy smell.
Yan Liang drank all the fish soup that Su Kui had brought into his stomach, and Yan Shi, who was guarding the door, couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard the movement.
Is the fish soup that Mrs. Mu brought so delicious? Even the son who has eaten breakfast and never overeated makes an exception
Yan Shi couldn't taste it, so he could only slander himself secretly.
"Young Master Yan, I heard Yan Shi say that you have something to tell me, I don't know what's the matter?"
"Sit down first." Yan Liang pointed to the small stone stool next to him and said to Su Kui.
After Su Kui sat down, he looked down and pondered for a long while, and finally said slowly: "Mrs. Mu, a visitor from my house yesterday, my grandmother is very ill, I am afraid I will leave Taohua Village and go home to visit her."
Su Kui's heart jumped, resisting that uncomfortable feeling surging, and a worried look appeared on his face, "Since the old man is seriously ill, he naturally has to go back and do his filial piety soon. At this time, the old man loves that his children and grandchildren are in the family. Yes. Since Mr. Yan has something, let's go back first..."
As for whether you can see it again in the future, it all depends on fate.
Yan Liang saw her doing this and opened his mouth, but he was not good at words and would not say anything nice to make the woman happy.
After a long while, still don't know what to say, reluctantly shut up.
Su Kui waited quietly for a while. Seeing that Yan Liang seemed to have nothing to say, he got up, looked at him and said softly: "If there is nothing else for Master Yan, I will leave first. As for Junjun—"
"I will stay here for another day. Let Nianjun stay here today!"
Su Kui nodded, "Okay, then there will be Son of Labor."
Yan Liang watched her thin figure disappear in front of her eyes, and a reluctance suddenly appeared in her heart. The peaceful and quiet life in these days has made him extremely nostalgic.
"and many more-"
"Huh?" Su Kui paused, turned his head hesitantly, and asked softly, "Is there anything else Young Master Yan?"
Yan Liang held the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair tightly with his big hands, exhausted his life's courage, and asked: "Mrs. Mu, can you give Yan a face and leave a meal today?"
His eyes showed a gray tone in the sun, and he looked at Su Kui as if there was a layer of fog.
Su Kui was stunned. Under his gaze, it was difficult to say a "no".
Of course—
I don't know how many people are staring at their mother and son. If she stays today, she will have ten mouths in the future, and she can't tell.
"No," Su Kui raised his hand to pull the broken hair behind her ears, and smiled lightly at Yan Liang, "There are many people with mixed eyes, so it's better not to cause trouble to the son."
"Master Yan, I'm leaving."
Watching her back disappear, Yan Liang sat in the wheelchair in a daze, with the fragrance of osmanthus on top of his head overflowing, and the snow-white petals swirling down his shoulders.
Yan Shi couldn't bear to take the cloak and put it on his shoulder, "Master, Nianjun is still waiting for you in the study!"
No matter he was a big boss, he could see some clues, but Yan Shi did not believe that Mrs. Namu couldn't feel it.
I was a little bit angry in my heart, what if their young master was born badly? Man Yanjing, how many ladies want to marry into Yan's family? The son mustered up the courage to show his favor to a woman for the first time, but was mercilessly rejected.
Yan Shi sighed.
I don't know how to say that Su Kui knows current affairs, knowing that they are not equal. She should still be blamed for her ruthless indifference and cause trouble for nothing.