On the wedding day, I was broken off, so I remarried his uncle

The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, there was a knock on the door. "Madam Third Young Master, it's time to get up and prepare breakfast!"

Song Xile, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by someone. She blinked and then remembered that she had promised Xiao Liu to cook for her yesterday!

The fatal knock on the door kept on ringing relentlessly.

Song Xile got up sleepily, and Chen Yunyou was about to get up as well.

Song Xile held Chen Yunyou's shoulder and stopped him from getting up. "Trust me, I can handle these things."

Chen Yunyou paused and could only watch his wife get out of bed and put on her clothes.

After she had packed up, she went straight to the door where the knocks were banging.

As soon as Song Xile opened the gate, Mrs. Zhao, who was standing outside the gate, suddenly stopped raising her hand in the air.

She withdrew her hand awkwardly, and said impatiently, "Madam Third Young Master, let's go. If we don't prepare breakfast, it will be too late!"

Song Xile said calmly, "I understand. You go ahead. I'll come right over after I wash up!"

Mrs. Zhao stamped her feet and said, "Oh, Madam San Shao, please hurry up!"

It's early in the morning, the sky has just brightened, and we don't have to prepare a banquet, so why are we in such a hurry?

Song Xile spread his hands and said shamelessly, "Then I won't wash either. I'll follow you to the kitchen. I just don't know if my mother would be disgusted if she knew that I went to make breakfast without washing!"

Mrs. Zhao, who came to urge the people, choked. She couldn't respond to such words.

She smiled awkwardly and said, "Then Madam Third Young Master, you should go wash up quickly. I will wait for you here!"

Song Xile ignored her and went straight to the kitchen to get some water to wash up!

After cleaning up, Song Xile walked out of the door leisurely. Mrs. Zhao, who was waiting on the side, quickly followed and led people to the kitchen!

The second room, separated only by a wall, had already heard the noise from next door.

Wang sat up from the bed, put on her clothes in a hurry, and went to the wall to eavesdrop.

After a while, he returned to the house in a depressed mood.

Chen Yunye, who was no longer sleepy, simply sat up with his clothes on. When he saw his wife coming back, he asked, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

Wang yawned, kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed again, and replied, "What else could it be? The old lady is going to make a rule and let the third daughter-in-law make breakfast!"

Chen Yunye also felt that it was meaningless when he heard it.

When his wife came home, the old lady had been secretly ordering him around for many years. It was not until his wife gave birth to a daughter that the old lady restrained herself a little!

At this time, the couple could never have imagined that the third son's wife was so tough. Just one day's breakfast made the old lady so angry that she fell backwards!

Nanny Zhao brought Song Xile to the kitchen and urged her to do the work!

"The master and the old lady will drink thick porridge in the morning, Master Mingyuan will eat rolled noodles, and Miss Xiaoxia will prepare steamed egg drops."

Song Xile sneered in her heart. Isn't the meal quite rich? Why can her husband only eat the clear porridge that is so clear that you can see your reflection in it?

When Mrs. Zhao saw Song Xile kneading the dough slowly, she felt a little anxious.

Although the eldest lady asked her to supervise the work of the third young master's wife, the kitchen work was also hers. If breakfast was not ready by the time!

The Third Young Master's wife would of course be scolded, but she, the nanny who manages the kitchen, would not have a good life either!

Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth, stamped her feet, and walked forward to snatch the dough that Song Xile was kneading.

"Madam, I'll help you knead the dough. Go make the porridge first and stew the frangipani."

Song Xile was not polite, "Thank you very much, Madam!"

In fact, Song Xile did it on purpose, she knew exactly what the mother-in-law was thinking.

If breakfast is not prepared well, you can put the blame on her, but if breakfast is not prepared on time.

Then she was derelict in her duty!

Song Xile felt much more relaxed as he was spared the task of kneading the dough.

She put the washed rice directly into the pot and the beaten eggs on the bamboo steamer, then she leisurely started a fire in the kitchen.

After the old woman had rolled the noodles, she started cooking them.

Just when Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, Song Xile suddenly said, "Oh no, the porridge has turned into dry rice!"

"It's okay, just add some water and mix it!"

Before the old woman could say anything to stop it, Song Xile quickly added water!

If you just boil it with water, it will be fine.

As bad as it was, as soon as Song Xile put the water in, the principal wife came to urge him to have breakfast!

Song Xile didn't care about anything else. He just mixed it all together, mixed it all together, and then served it to someone.

Mrs. Zhao turned her eyes away, pretending she saw nothing.

Anyway, she was not responsible for cooking the meal, so even if the old lady wanted to blame someone, she couldn't blame her!

Suddenly, in the main room, Chen Xia angrily threw away the spoon in his hand.

"Pah...Pah...Pah...Why is this egg custard salty!"

Chen Mingyuan also put down his chopsticks, "Why is this noodle sweet?"

Everyone in the family knew that he hated sweets the most, so why would they cook sweet noodles for him?

The sweet feeling filled his mouth, and he couldn't help but frown!

Liu was already very unhappy about the porridge being divided into two parts, rice being rice and soup being soup. Now she heard the complaints from her grandson and granddaughter.

Anger suddenly surged.

She angrily slammed her chopsticks on the table and said, "Call the third daughter-in-law here. I want to ask her if she did this on purpose!"

When Chen Xia heard this, she fanned the flames and said, "Grandma, she did it on purpose. She doesn't want to be disciplined by you and is challenging you!"

Chen Mingyuan's expression became even colder.

Is she still resentful that I didn't want to marry her and is being angry?

This woman is really hopeless!

Here, Song Xile had just returned to his own courtyard when a maid chased after him.

Mrs. Zhao panted and said, "Madam San Shao, the old lady wants you to come over!"

Without waiting for Song Xile to answer, Chen Yunyou immediately came out of the house, "Xile, I'll go with you!"

The old woman looked at Chen Yun a little to the right, but didn't say anything.

Wait until the two of them just arrived at the main room and stood still.

Chen Xia jumped out, pointed at Song Xile and asked, "Even if you have a grudge against me, you shouldn't sell grain cheaply. Don't you know how expensive grain is now?"

Song Xile seemed confused and asked, "Where did you get this from?"

Chen Xia pointed at the food on the table and said, "This is the evidence. Whose noodles are sweet? Whose steamed egg drop is salty?"

Song Xile said seriously: "That's what my family does. My two nephews like it very much!"

Song Xile took out the handkerchief soaked in ginger juice that she had prepared in advance and wiped her eyes, and tears immediately flowed out.

She said pitifully, "My family was poor before, and we kids could only eat this sweet noodles when we were sick. I thought everyone liked to eat sweet noodles!"

“You you you…”

Chen Xia's chest heaved because of Song Xile's words. She knew that this man must be lying, but she had no evidence!