Allow her to be pampered

"Father-in-law said yes, but I also have the same intention." Wu Qingzhi looked sideways, and his eyes fell on Chi Rong, with a little warmth, "I was still ill, so I delayed this matter, and I only wronged Chi Rong. Banyan."

Hearing this, Second Master Chi only winked at Wu Qingzhi, thinking that this kid has a lot of eyes and is best at deceiving people's hearts.

He underestimated this kid surnamed Wu!
I thought that Wu Qingzhi was just flattering himself, and would be the easiest to coax a young girl like Chi Rong who just came out of the cabinet into confusion. Unexpectedly, he has a set of accents, and he has both sides, slick, and watertight.

But because of the joy of his elder brother returning home, Second Master Chi couldn't choke Wu Qingzhi's words at the dinner table.

"Nowadays it's popular to wear western white gauze skirts, white veils, and roses in your hands when taking wedding photos, but I think wedding gowns are also very tasteful. What kind of photos do you two plan to take?"

Wu Qingzhi and Chi Rong exchanged glances, they had never considered this issue.

Although we are married, we have just fallen in love with cuteness, so there is no time to go to the photo studio to take pictures.

But Mr. Chi attaches great importance to the issue of wedding photos. He and his wife have never had a photo taken. Later, his wife died early, and there is not a single photo in the family to keep in mind. To this day, Chi Rong can't remember his mother at all. look like.

So Master Chi doesn't ask anything else, except for the wedding photos, he must make a decision for his daughter and son-in-law today.

"Taking pictures... I'm not in a hurry, at least let me lose a few pounds before taking pictures." Chi Rong said nonchalantly.

Master Chi tut tut tut shook his head: "Little girl, her face is more round to look good." After finishing speaking, he turned to Wu Qingzhi cheerfully, "Xiao Wu, what do you think?"

Wu Qingzhi said with a smile: "Indeed, I also like Chi Rong's face with some meat. Although wedding photos are a big deal, there is always time for Chi Rong to choose clothes. Why don't I send someone to make an appointment at a photo studio and try them on another day?" Clothes, finish filming as soon as possible."

Master Chi listened, nodded slightly, took a bite of vinegar fish, and added: "Don't forget to give me a copy after taking the photo. My daughter is married, and I want to keep a small souvenir."

Mr. Chi is well-versed in literature, but still has a good sense of humor. The son-in-law and his son-in-law had a great chat.

The meal was peaceful, and Second Master Chi didn't say a few words during the meal.

But the round table was too big, and Chi Rong's hands were short, so he couldn't pick up the dishes. Even though Master Chi saw the situation, he was still indifferent.

Chi Rong was sullen, bowed his head to eat the white rice, and said goodbye for more than three autumns, not only did Dad not love her, but even ignored her, it really is unreasonable.

Eating rice alone was tasteless, Chi Rong looked around, and a plate of cold bitter gourd was closest to her hand, so she picked up a slice and took a small bite to taste it.

Unexpectedly, just this small mouthful was enough to make Chi Rong choke.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty, Chi Rong is the only one not used to the bitter taste.

"It's so bitter! I want to drink water!"

As soon as the words were finished, Wu Qingzhi poured a cup of boiled water that had dried and brought it to Chi Rong's mouth, but after drinking several cups, the bitter taste still lingered in his mouth.

Wu Qingzhi rang the bell to call the waiter, and ordered: "Bring another pot of buckwheat tea, don't make it too hot."

Chi Rong's mouth was bitter, and his heart was also bitter. When he saw the half-slice of bitter gourd on the white rice, he became angry, and when he stretched out his chopsticks, he wanted to pick up the bitter gourd and throw it away.

Seeing this, Second Master Chi put down his chopsticks, glared fiercely at Chi Rong and said, "A Rong, there are no rules! You're still a picky eater at such a young age, don't waste food, give it to me!"

Chi Rong pouted unconvinced, and said plausibly: "Then why do you only eat shredded pork and not shredded radish when you eat fish-flavored pork?"

The two uncles and nephews couldn't stop the brakes when they opened their mouths, seeing that they wanted you to raise the bar again and again, at this moment, Wu Qingzhi covered his mouth and coughed slightly, and picked up the bitter gourd in Chi Rong's bowl , swallowed in one gulp.

"I ordered this bitter gourd. I wanted to eat it in summer to relieve the heat, but it didn't suit people's appetite. The second master laughed at me."

Master Chi, who was eating vegetables with his head down, smiled knowingly when he heard the sound.

Although Chi Erye and Chi Rong didn't know each other, he knew best about the seasonal cold dishes outside the building, spring toon sprouts, summer bitter gourd, okra, winter chicken gizzards, which were only served as gifts and never listed on the menu.

Such and such, how could it be Wu Qingzhi's order.

But what he said was polite, and he only took care of the problem alone, which not only protected his wife, but also took care of the face of the elders.

Just as he was thinking, the waiter came with a purple clay pot and served hot tea one by one.

Wu Qingzhi was the first to take a cup, and blew it cold on his mouth, before feeding it to Chi Rong's mouth, I'm afraid she would burn.

"Chi Rong, is it still suffering?"

Seeing Chi Rong swallow the tea, Wu Qingzhi asked softly.

Chi Rong smacked his mouth, and nodded at him eagerly.

Although this tartary buckwheat tea has a word of bitter in its name, it tastes as sweet as glutinous rice, and when it is contained in the mouth, the bitterness will be swept away.

It's just that the tea leaves don't look good, like the scraps of chicken food, they can't be used in elegant halls. The Wu family is in full swing in Yue'an City, and it's no exaggeration to say that they are well-clothed and well-fed. Master Chi is curious, how does Wu Qingzhi know about this tea.

Master Chi then asked with a smile: "The teas offered outside the building are Biluochun and Qihong. How did Xiao Wu think of buckwheat tea?"

Wu Qingzhi was holding other dishes for Chi Rong, and he answered with his mouth, but his hands never stopped: "I saw workers drinking it when ordering goods in the leather workshop. This tea relieves bitterness and greasy. I think it's good, so I will take note of it."

After that, he picked some more ribs for Chi Rong, and specially picked the best ones, but there were only some greens and seasonal vegetables in his own bowl.

Chi Rong was a little embarrassed, and muttered in a low voice: "Look at you, you only eat vegetables and don't eat meat, how can you gain weight. Give me all the meat, and even say that I have meat on my face!"

The two of them sat upright on the table, but they were already touching back and forth under the table.

First of all, Chi Rong was dishonest, she was always unwilling to accept Wu Qingzhi's care for her frankly, and she wanted to poke Wu Qingzhi's leg even though she got the ribs caught by him.

With this finger poking in the past, it is impossible to get away again.

Wu Qingzhi cut off her beard, wrapped her little hand in his palm and stroked it, not letting go of her left and right, but his face did not change his serious color.

That's what Wu Qingzhi did when he woke up in the morning. At that minute, he didn't hide the smile on his lips, and boldly asked for another kiss.

But how can we generalize right now, this is just eating!

Suddenly, Wu Qingzhi intensified, opened Chi Rong's tightly clenched fist, and gently scratched his palm.

Chi Rong shuddered all of a sudden!

"A Rong, why are you shivering?" Seeing his daughter trembling, Master Chi couldn't help asking, "It's not cold today, did you eat ice and get cold?"

Under the dining table, Chi Rong pulled her hand again. Unexpectedly, Wu Qingzhi's pine was not loose, and when she scratched her wrist, there was a sudden tingling sensation.

Chi Rong gave him a hard look.

"I, I may have eaten too much mung bean smoothie, and I suddenly feel a little cold."

Wu Qingzhi also agreed, but he smiled indulgently: "Chi Rong, you are so naughty."