He Is Warmer Than Time

For dinner, at the table, Song Ran served Mrs. Fu with some food, and he was very gracious to let her eat more, and she kept saying that Wu's craftsmanship was very good.

Mrs. Fu picked up a piece of beef and took a bite. Her expression was a little... hard to say?

Song Ran was a little puzzled, so he clipped a piece of it and put it in his mouth. He couldn't help but cough slightly. Wu Ma killed a salt seller today, right? Why is it so salty?

It's really strange, Wu Ma seldom misses her hand, is it possible to see a big figure shaking her hand?

She picked up another plate of Turbot fish and took a bite. The forehead was...diluted, as if there was no salt at all, and there was some fishy smell, it seemed that there was no rice wine.

Song Ran frowned slightly and glanced at Wu Ma who was sitting across the table.

Eat other dishes, anyway, it is either salty or weak, and even a piece of eight-treasure rice is not cooked yet.

Mrs. Fu was originally a picky person. After taking two bites, she smiled reluctantly: "I think I'd better go back first. Yu Zhang might be waiting for me to go home for dinner."

Song Ran hurriedly said: "Godmother, I'm so embarrassed, my mother Wu, I haven't seen a big scene, and she played a little abnormally today."

Mrs. Fu smiled and glanced at Mother Wu: "It's okay, I don't eat people, just feel free to everyone. I will taste your craft again when I have a chance."

Wu Ma immediately stood up in panic and fear: "It's... I'm really embarrassed."

Mrs. Fu got up, and the guard at the door immediately took the long coat and hat. She put on the coat, buttoned the buttons, fastened the belt, and held the hat in her hand. She smiled and looked at Song Ran: "You take good care of me, I I'll see you again when I have time, eh?"

Song Ran nodded: "When my injury heals, go to the headquarters to see you."

Mrs. Fu squeezed her face: "Then I will wait for you."

As soon as Mrs. Fu left, Song Ran ran to the table and looked at Wu Ma. She was uncomfortable with her. She stretched out her hand to collect the bowl and muttered, "Why staring at me like this?"

Song Ran put his hands around his chest, and said softly: "Mother Wu, you are a little weird today. You never fail to cook your food. Today's annihilation of the entire army is truly unprecedented."

Mother Wu went to the kitchen with the plate: "I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you."

Song Ran followed up and asked nonchalantly, "You didn't really feel so nervous because you saw the commander's wife that your hands tremble?"

That way, it seems too unpromising, right?

Mother Wu said uncomfortably, "Yes...Yes, I've never seen a big person like that. How can you not be nervous, Xiao Ran, don't laugh at me."

When it comes to this, Song Ran asked again, and she was a bit aggressive. She stretched out her hand to wrap around Wu’s shoulders, laughing and crying: "Mrs. Fu is very gentle and approachable. You don’t have to be afraid of her. Besides, she's still my godmother, you have also seen, the great figure above all, how kind and patient with me, isn't it?"

Mother Wu's eyes flashed: "Xiao Ran, don't you think about your godmother, don't you tell your dad?"

Song Ran raised his eyebrows: "Ah? Why do you want to tell him?"

"He... he is your father after all, that... does your sister know about this? Does she agree?"

Song Ran should: "My sister knows, why doesn't she agree? My dad... then forget it, me and him... there is nothing to say, we are now in the well and not in the river."

Wu's mother smiled reluctantly: "I think your mother is still alive and would not agree with you to recognize someone else as a godmother."