Upon hearing Chen'er's shouting question, the secret guard had already pulled out the knife and placed it directly on Chef Kang Shun's neck.

Kangshun's knees softened and he knelt down with a thud.

"Young master, have mercy on me. Even if I eat the bear's heart and the leopard, I won't dare to fool the young master with the shrimp meat from the next meal."

Kangshun kowtowed and explained hurriedly.

"Then why do these shrimp dumplings taste different from the ones in the morning?" Chen'er asked again.

Kang Shun no longer dared to expire. He glanced at Yang Ruoqing, who was sitting next to Chen'er, and said like pouring beans from a bamboo tube: "The young master's meals last night and this morning were actually not made by me, but by this lady."

made,"

"What?" Chen'er was surprised and looked at Yang Ruoqing with questioning eyes.

Yang Ruoqing said a little embarrassedly: "No, mother wanted to please you, so she secretly went to get you some food."

"Chen'er, don't blame Chef Kang..."

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, the anger on Chen'er's face faded a little.

His eyes suddenly fell on Yang Ruoqing's hand, then he grabbed her hand and turned it over to look at it.

"Mom, what are these scars on your hands?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Hey, it's okay, it's just a little peeling. Don't look at it. I'm eating, it affects my appetite..."

"Young Master, please forgive me for having the guts to say that the scar on Madam's hand was caused by peeling shrimp meat." Chef Kang Shun raised his head and said.

"Don't say it!" Yang Ruoqing immediately interrupted Kang Shun and gave him a warning look.

As a mother, do you still need to talk about something as trivial as cooking a meal for your child?

"Keep talking." Chen'er also spoke, warning Kang Shun with his eyes.

Although one is a mother and the other is a son, in Kang Shun's opinion, the intimidation in the son's eyes is far more difficult for him to bear than the mother.

Kang Shun took a deep breath and didn't dare to look at Yang Ruoqing. He bit the bullet and continued: "The shells of the river shrimps here are relatively hard. We said we would help Madam peel them, but Madam refused."

"She said that she had to peel every shrimp by herself. In addition, the other ingredients, such as kneading the dough, chopping the stuffing, etc., were all done by her own hands."

"Okay Kangshun, you have said what you need to say. There is nothing for you to do here. You can go back to your kitchen." Yang Ruoqing's voice also became colder and she said.

Kang Shun looked up at Chen'er and saw that Chen'er didn't make a sound, and the knife in the secret guard's hand also moved away from his neck.

Kang Shun kowtowed and quickly bowed out of the room. After leaving the room, he dared to wipe the cold sweat on his head.

He turned his head and glanced at the Tianzi guest room behind him. The young man living in this room must have a good background.

Because before he checked into the Tianzihao guest room of the restaurant, there was already an old customer staying in the room.

And the old customer was also a frequent visitor to the restaurant. He was an official in a county to the east and had a lot of noodles.

But before the young master came, the owner of the restaurant came forward in person and negotiated with him for three times the accommodation fee. The regular customer was not willing to move out.

Then a secret guard came and didn't know what he said to the regular customer. The regular customer didn't want a penny of compensation. He even paid for the young man in advance. After paying the bill, he told the waiter in the restaurant to take it.

The spacious guest room was well cleaned and the young master was taken care of.

There are so many noble people, each one more noble than the last. Hey, I can't afford to offend a cook like me who deals with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar all day long, so it's better to hide.

Chef Kangshun ran back to the kitchen in one breath.

The secret guard also retreated from the room, leaving only Yang Ruoqing and Chen'er, mother and son.

Yang Ruoqing raised her chopsticks, picked up a piece of diced chicken for Chen'er and put it into his bowl.

"Come, eat it while it's hot, Chef Kang's cooking is actually quite good." She said softly, her eyes full of love.

Chen'er stood up from his seat, took a step back, brushed off his robe, and knelt down in front of Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing was shocked and quickly stood up, "Chen'er, what are you doing?"

Chen'er looked up at Yang Ruoqing, her eyes clear and bright, as innocent and kind as when she was a baby.

"Mom, it's your son's fault. He shouldn't be a little angry with you. Your son is unfilial..."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's whole heart melted.

She quickly leaned down to hold Chen'er's shoulders, her eyes turned red again, "Good son, you are my mother's good son. Come on, get up quickly, the ground is cold..."

Yang Ruoqing helped Chen'er up and leaned down to gently wipe the dust on his robe.

"It's my mother's fault. I haven't been able to take care of you for seven years. It's my mother's debt to Chen'er. Chen'er has always been very good, and now she is even more proud of me."

Yang Ruoqing said with a loving look.

She pulled Chen'er and sat down again, then looked at the food on the table and said, "You can just make do with it this afternoon. Wait until night, and then mother will cook a big meal for you."

"Didn't you see my mother coming back from outside earlier this morning, carrying a basket? That basket was filled with seafood I brought back from shopping."

Chen'er listened silently to Yang Ruoqing's words as if offering a treasure, pursed her lips tightly, and had mixed feelings in her heart.

It feels like a mother's pain, it's really good.

"Mom, actually I'm not a person who cares too much about my appetite. It's not like I haven't eaten branyan vegetable wowotou before."

Chen'er explained.

"It's just the two meals last night and this morning that made my taste buds feel like..."

"Mother understands, mother understands everything." Yang Ruoqing said quickly.

"Chen'er, let's eat first, then mother will show off her skills later in the night, haha..."

Chen'er nodded, and mother and son ate the food face to face, talking and laughing.

The main reason was that Chen'er pestered Yang Ruoqing to ask about Changping Village. Yang Ruoqing asked about the eighteen generations of ancestors in Changping Village, as well as some things in the village, customs and habits, sister Luo Baobao, the ambition of her adopted son, etc.

I told you everything.

Chen'er listened and took note of it carefully in his mind, because he knew that he would follow his mother back to his hometown to recognize his relatives, and then all the people who existed in Yang Ruoqing's mouth at this moment would become living people and appear in front of him.

The food had been taken away long ago, and Chen'er ordered that all visits from outsiders be declined.

Today, throughout the afternoon, he will spend time with his mother chatting about domestic matters.

When Yang Ruoqing said she was tired and had finished talking and drank three pots of tea, she stopped.

"Chen'er, regarding the situation in our hometown, let's stop talking about it here for now. If I talk too much, I'm afraid you won't remember it." She said bluntly.

Chen'er nodded meekly, "Okay."

In fact, what he didn't tell his mother was that he was born with a photographic memory, and he remembered everything his mother said.

He didn't say anything, there was no need to show off in front of his own mother, he was willing to entertain her with colorful clothes.

"Chen'er, mother really wants to know where you have been living in the past seven years?" Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and held Chen'er's hand.

"The person who brought you back, raised you, and taught you so well should be the grandfather you call him, right?"
Chapter completed!