Deep love, the president's strength favors his wife

Chapter 197 I Want to Thank You
"Mom, what are you talking about?" Lu Qingying hurriedly stopped her mother in a low voice, for fear that she would lose control of her emotions.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Wang Yurong smiled, lowered her head and took a sip of tea, and then fumbled to put down the teacup. Seeing this, Lu Qingying quickly took the cup and put it on the table.

"Mohan, you should call grandpa and the others to the restaurant first." She said again.

Chu Mohan nodded, helped Mr. Chu up, and said, "Grandpa, Dad, Mom, let's go to the restaurant first. Today's meal is made by Qingying herself."

"Really? Then I'll have a good taste." Mr. Chu smiled cheerfully.

After they walked away, Lu Qingying squatted in front of Wang Yurong and said in a low voice: "Mom, are you angry with me?"

"How could it be? Seeing my daughter and her husband's family happy and harmonious, I'm too happy to be happy." Wang Yurong said sarcastically.

"Mom, I"

"Okay, help me over to have dinner, don't make your parents-in-law wait for us." Wang Yurong interrupted her daughter impatiently.

"En." Lu Qingying flashed a moment of helplessness, and helped Wang Yurong to walk to the restaurant. Now she is really following her aunt's heart and disappointing her sister-in-law.

In the dining room, Mr. Chu sat at the main seat, Chu Mohan and his father sat on the left, and on the other side were Song Hanyu, Wang Yurong and Lu Qingying.

During the meal, Mr. Chu was full of praise for Lu Qingying. Even the always serious Chu Zhaonian rarely showed admiration and a smiling face, while Song Hanyu was in a complicated mood, happy and suspicious at the same time .

"Yu Rong, you taught Qingying really well. It's a blessing for Mo Han to marry her. Now many girls can cook." Song Hanyu whispered with a smile on her face. Kind of fake.

"Speaking of which, I still want to thank you." Wang Yurong smiled, half sarcastic and half joking.

Song Hanyu's smile froze, a little embarrassed.

"Mom, let me serve you another bowl of soup." Seeing this, Lu Qingying quickly smoothed things over.

"Mm." Wang Yurong gave a soft "Mm", looking harmless.

Lu Qingying put the soup in front of Wang Yurong, then put the spoon into her hand, grabbed her other hand to hold the bowl, and thoughtfully said: "It's a little hot, drink it slowly."

Wang Yurong nodded, picked up the bowl, and a weird smile appeared on her lips.

Suddenly, she turned sideways, and at this moment, the bowl in her hand slipped off, and a whole bowl of hot soup was poured onto Song Hanyu's lap.

"Ah" Song Hanyu yelped in pain, causing her to jump up from the heat, holding up the wet skirt to shake the soup on it, which was both funny and embarrassing.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help gasping, Chu Mohan quickly reacted, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask concerned: "Mom, are you burning?"

"Here, wipe it with a tissue." Chu Zhaonian also quickly took a tissue to wipe the soup on Song Hanyu's skirt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, where did it get hot!" Wang Yurong stood up in panic while apologizing guiltily. Because she couldn't see, in the panic, she stepped on the soup spilled on the floor and almost slipped. Fortunately, Lu Qingying supported her with quick eyes and hands.

"Mom, be careful, you sit down first." Lu Qingying supported Wang Yurong to sit down, seeing the sudden chaos of the scene, she suddenly felt a headache.

"Sister-in-law Li, take Madam to clean it up, and find some ointment to apply to her." Old Master Chu raised his voice to order Mrs. Li.

"Yes, madam, please come with me." Aunt Li hurried over and helped Song Hanyu to leave.

(End of this chapter)