Chu Shao's sweet wife is beautiful and wild

Chapter 879 Where Are You Going Before The Quarrel Is Over?
Sheng Xinruo patted her hand, and comforted her like a loving elder: "Xiao Zhi, I have wronged you. Don't worry, I will tell my father when he comes back."

"Thank you auntie."

"It's almost a family, what kind words are there?"

Shui Lanzhi pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes turned slightly, "Auntie, where is Yan Yi, what should I do?"

Sheng Xinruo picked up the teacup unhurriedly, took a sip, raised his eyes, and looked at her thoughtfully: "Why, are you in a hurry?"

Shui Lanzhi smiled awkwardly, she was indeed anxious, if the child stayed in Yan Yiren's stomach for one more day, she would not be safe for a day.

Even if Yan Yiren's child will be raised by her in the end, she is not willing to let other women give birth to Chu Huaijin's child.

Sheng Xinruo put down his teacup and chuckled, with the grace accumulated over the years in his brows, "Don't worry, it's just these days."

These words reassured Shui Lanzhi.

As long as they do it, Shui Lanzhi knows about Sheng Wanqing's affairs, including Chu Yixiu, if Sheng Xin doesn't know how to deal with this account, then let it go.

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Although the arrival of the little bun made Yan Yiren very happy and full of happiness, there was still some melancholy.

why?

Of course it was because Xiao Baozi's father was not around, so he couldn't accompany her to witness Xiao Baozi's birth.

I don't know why, but the morning sickness suddenly became severe, and I felt like throwing up when I smelled meat, and I didn't have an appetite for anything.

Hot and sour are useless, but I like desserts.

Sweet and greasy desserts.

What the chef cooks the most every day is not all kinds of delicacies, but desserts, Chinese and Western, everything.

Fang Hong was a little worried, what should I do if my blood sugar is high with this way of eating?
Therefore, Steward Fang made a rule that Yan Baozi's daily desserts must be strictly controlled within a certain number of grams.

For this reason, Yan Baozi strongly protested, however, for the facially paralyzed Steward Fang, any protest was invalid.

"Steward Fang, you intend to starve our mother and daughter to death, don't you?" With Yan Baozi's hat off, she couldn't believe that Fang Hong dared to restrict her from eating desserts.

Grabbing a glutinous rice cake, she really ate it with relish, and Weiwei, who still had shredded coconut on the corner of her mouth, said with a serious face, "Hungry to death."

Fang Hong spread her hands, expressionless: "There is nothing wrong with wanting to commit a crime. If the young lady is not convinced, you can complain to the young master. If the young master agrees, I have no objection."

"You..." Yan Baozi pointed at her tremblingly, "You still threaten me?"

"It's not a threat, it's a suggestion."

"Nonsense! It's clearly a threat!"

Fang Hong turned around and walked to the kitchen. Yan Baozi yelled behind him, "Steward Fang, where are you going? Where are you going before the quarrel is over? Come back to me."

After a while, Butler Fang came back.

Holding a tray in his hand, on the tray is the freshly cooked pigeon porridge, which is full of fragrance and the rice grains are crystal clear and plump.

Putting the tray on the coffee table, Steward Fang served a bowl for Weiwei, "Miss Weiwei, have porridge."

Weiwei put down the glutinous rice cakes and drank the porridge obediently.

Yan Baozi clasped his hands in front of his chest, with a face of refusal.

"Young Madam, desserts can't replace staple food, let's have some porridge."

"I won't eat." Usually, if Yan Baozi said this to Young Master Chu, Young Master Chu would immediately coax people.

However, in front of Steward Fang, who didn't eat oil and salt, what he got was: "Young Madam, you really don't want to eat?"

"Don't eat!" Yan Baozi has a lot of backbone.

(End of this chapter)