Yang Ruoqing used a tray and brought two bowls of hot tea, then cut a plate of fruits and put them together and sent them to Chen'er's study in the backyard.

When they entered, the two of them were sitting at the desk facing each other, as if they were talking about the artistic conception expressed in a certain poem in the Book of Songs.

Yang Ruoqing asked herself that Chinese was taught by her physical education teacher. After delivering the tea and fruit, she quickly left the house and thoughtfully closed the door for them before leaving.

In the room, Zichuan asked Chen'er: "Your mother should be very interested when she hears the two of us talking about poetry and poetry. The "Dream of Red Mansions" that has become popular in the capital in recent years was written by her.

, there are many beautiful poems and songs in the novel, many of which have been praised by others, and some have even been composed to music."

"But why did she turn around and leave when the two of us were just talking about poetry and poetry, and she didn't participate in the discussion?"

Hearing Mu Zichuan's puzzled question, Chen'er was startled for a moment, and then smiled lightly.

"My mother is an all-rounder, not just limited to one thing. But in my opinion, her greater interest should still be doing business, writing poetry and novels, etc., which are just her whims."

In fact, what Chen'er wants to say is that he still feels that his mother is a huge mystery to this day.

My mother can write novels, her martial arts skills are not inferior to his, and she has an ancient sword, the Moye Sword, that only she can pull out.

My mother can do business and make money, cook all kinds of delicious meals, make all kinds of wines that make people forget to leave, and even prepare spices and perfumes. In the capital, from wine to perfume, my mother can buy almost everything.

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In addition, my mother also runs a brothel in the capital. Every year in the Beijing Courtesan Trial, two girls from my brothel occupy the top three.

What Chen'er admires the most, and what he is most convinced of, is my mother's talent in calculation...

And, the trick behind my smile.

I am a smart woman, a playful woman, a kind woman, but at the same time, she is also gentle and thoughtful.

Chen'er likes this kind of lady, who is an idol and a role model. When marrying a wife in the future, she must look after my model.

"Your mother is indeed secretive, free and easy." Mu Zichuan's sigh reached Chen'er's ears.

Chen'er came back to his senses instantly and realized that he had been distracted just now.

"Uncle Zichuan, let's continue chatting." Chen'er sat upright with a humble and respectful look on his face.

In another hour, the school where my sister is attending will be over, right? As an older brother, he wanted to pick up his sister at the school gate to give her a surprise.

When the sun turned west, Mu Zichuan returned home happily. Before leaving, he made an agreement with Chen'er to continue the discussion tomorrow.

Chen'er also stood up and stretched. After sitting for a long time, she wanted to get up and move around.

Yang Ruoqing and Tuoba Xian entered the house together.

Tuoba Xian held a plate in her hand, and naturally there were various exquisite pastries on the plate.

These pastries were cooked by Tuoba Xian herself.

In Yang Ruoqing's hand, she held a basin filled with hot water, with a clean handkerchief hanging on the edge of the basin.

"My good grandson, are you hungry? Come here for some snacks." Tuoba Xian smiled and waved to Chao Chen'er.

Chen'er quickly came over, held Tuoba Xian's arm, and walked to the table.

"Nai, I haven't eaten for a while and I'm not hungry yet!" Chen'er said with a smile.

Tuoba Xian said: "You only had a small bowl when you ate earlier, and then you discussed the knowledge of the day with your uncle Zichuan. How can you not be hungry? You must be hungry!"

Tuoba Xian's determined tone made Chen'er a little bit dumbfounded.

Strangely, last time in my sister’s letter home, my sister mentioned something, saying: There is a kind of hunger in this world that makes grandma think you are hungry.

At that time, he didn't understand his sister's words very well. He only thought it was a bit playful. Now, he completely empathized with her, haha...

"Just now when you and your uncle Zichuan were discussing knowledge in the room, your grandma washed her hands and cooked it for you."

Yang Ruoqing explained to Chen'er and winked secretly.

Mother and son are connected, and Chen'er himself has an exquisite heart with seven orifices. When he heard this, he quickly said: "Nai, I wasn't hungry originally, but now I smell the fragrance of this pastry and I suddenly feel hungry.

If you want to eat, I want to eat!”

"Oh, no matter how anxious you are to eat cakes, you still have to wash your hands first. Come over here and wash your hands first." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Chen'er said: "The main reason is that the pastry made by my grandma is so tempting, I can't wait, I washed my hands and threw it out of the sky."

These words were really sweet to Tuoba Xian's heart, and she smiled with a loving and doting look on her face.

He patted Chen'er's arm lightly and said, "Listen to your mother, wash your hands first. The pastries won't fly away, and the milk is for you to watch!"

Why do you say this?

Because the three-month-old little Teddy raised by Luo Baoxian followed Tuoba Xian all the way to this house, the little Teddy smelled the sweet smell of the cakes, and now he was running around anxiously under the table.

Chen'er lowered his head and glanced at the little teddy raised by his sister, with a smile in his eyes.

"Okay, I'm going to wash my hands and come back to eat after washing my hands."

He came to the basin, and Yang Ruoqing had already twisted the handkerchief and was waiting aside.

Chen'er buried her face in warm water and washed it thoroughly, then raised her head.

Yang Ruoqing quickly covered his face with a warm handkerchief and wiped it for him.

With gentle movements and gentle eyes, he wiped back and forth on the face of Xiaojun who looked exactly like Luo Fengtang in front of him.

It wasn't dirty at all, but she couldn't bear to take back her hand after wiping it.

"Mom, if you keep wiping like this, you will wipe off several layers of skin on my face."

Chen'er wailed in his heart, but he still stood up straight and let Yang Ruoqing wipe it.

He knew that his mother had never been close enough to him.

Because of Qian's bad intentions, he and his mother were separated for nearly seven years.

Mom often said that she missed the most precious seven years of his growth...

So, as long as my mother is willing, now that she is nine years old and has him, he can still amuse her like a toddler, as long as she can get some comfort!

"Chen'er's face is not dirty at all. Qing'er, it's almost enough. Otherwise, the pastries will get cold and affect the taste." Tuoba Xian reminded me from the table.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly came back to her senses. When she saw the little red face in front of her, she felt distressed and blamed herself.

He gently held Chen'er's handsome face with both hands and looked at her carefully, "It's my mother's fault. She's distracted. Do you still love your son?"

Chen'er smiled and shook his head: "My son has rough skin and thick flesh, so it doesn't hurt at all."
Chapter completed!