Sweetheart: Imperial school grass, please stop!

chapter 15

The lady suppressed the anger in her heart, and showed a soft smile to the servant beside her: "Didn't you hear what Qian Yi said? Take this prawn down, and tell the chef who fried the prawn by the way, tomorrow You don’t have to go to work anymore.”

The servant was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and retreated with the base tail shrimp in hand.

"Qianyi, what's wrong, are you satisfied?" The lady smiled at her as if threatening.

An Zihao stroked his swollen belly, his cold eyes quickly glanced at the dishes on the dining table: "Do you really want me to tell you?"

Looking at An Zihao who was about to light the fire again, Jiang Chenxi stretched out his hand and patted An Zihao's shoulder lightly, then shook his head.

An Zihao looked at the salty pig's trotter on his shoulder and turned his body slightly, Jiang Chenxi's hand quickly slipped from his shoulder.

"Auntie, I'm going to the bathroom." Jiang Chenxi didn't feel dissatisfied at all because of An Zihao's behavior, he slowly got up, and nodded politely to the lady.

The lady smiled again and again: "Go."

As soon as Jiang Chenxi left, the smile on the lady's face disappeared, and she looked coldly at An Zihao in front of her: "Gu Qianyi, if it wasn't for Jiang Chenxi's arrival, do you think you could sit here and eat?" Fantastic delicacies from mountains and seas are also picky about whether there is too much salt or oil in the dishes?"

An Zihao narrowed his cold eyes and looked at the lady: "What do you mean?"

The lady looked at An Zihao with disdain, then pointed to the corner of the kitchen not far away: "That's where you eat."

An Zihao followed the lady's fingers, and saw a small wooden chair in the corner of the kitchen not far away, and then...then there was no more.

His pupils widened suddenly, he guessed that the idiot might not be having a good life, after all, he was dependent on others, but what he didn't expect was that she would live in such a poor way, even worse than a servant!

An Zihao looked at the wooden chair in the corner in a daze. He seemed to have seen that idiot sitting there pitifully eating his meal.

He stretched out his hand and touched his aching chest and mouth. It was the first time that he, who was rumored to be indifferent and unreasonable, felt distressed.

Then a suspicious blush quickly crept up on his face, he coughed a few times in embarrassment and then took his hand off the small steamed bun. As God can testify, he didn't do it on purpose.

"What? Do you still miss it a little?" The lady smiled contemptuously, looking at An Zihao like a beggar.

An Zihao looked at the lady coldly, wishing he could punch her heavily made-up face.

Looking at An Zihao's cold eyes, the lady continued, "No, what you miss more is the days of eating turnips and rice in the corner, haha."

An Zihao lowered his head, and quickly clenched his fists, radish with rice?He thought that the idiot would eat leftovers at most, but he didn't expect... Would they rather dump the leftovers than let the idiot eat them?No wonder the idiot is as skinny as a match, it should be that the big pineapple has turned into a Wangzai steamed bun.

"Don't talk about me, aunt. I'm curious about my aunt's entrepreneurial history. She obviously doesn't look like a noble lady, but she wants to pretend to be a lady. I don't know if you have heard such a sentence, the reason why the ugly duckling Turning into a white swan is because his genes have the genes of a white swan, and some people obviously don't have any swan genes but think that they are swans with swan feathers?" An Zihao's poisonous tongue is not inferior to anyone people.

(End of this chapter)