The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

Zhou Musheng looked at the braised pork elbow on the table, then glanced at Jiang Wanqing.

I felt more and more guilty.

My mother dislikes that I am fat and asks me to eat less.

Jiang Wanqing felt that she was just strong.

My father was very disappointed that he did not become Mr. Wu Chen's apprentice.

Jiang Wanqing was afraid that she would be sad if she didn't become Mr. Wuchen's disciple, so she prepared her favorite braised pork elbow in red sauce.

Her father told her to choose someone as her teacher, but Jiang Wanqing only allowed her to choose the teachers she liked.

With such a comparison, Zhou Musheng, who had already been separated from his biological parents, felt even more unbalanced.

Do your father and mother really like you?

If you love yourself, would you abandon yourself to be raised by someone else?

Said Jiang Wanqing hated him.

But what he felt was that Jiang Wanqing cared about him very much.

Jiang Wanqing noticed Zhou Musheng's little emotion, but said nothing.

Instead, he brought the braised pork elbow on the table to Zhou Musheng.

She coaxed him, "Well, isn't it because grandma said a few words to you for not being accepted as a disciple of Master Wuchen? Don't be too sad. Didn't mother promise to invite your favorite master for you? Eat your favorite pig's trotter while it's hot. You will be happy after eating it!"

Zhou Musheng heard it, looked at Jiang Wanqing, his eyes stayed on the pork elbow again, and he swallowed.

He had been looking forward to this pork elbow for a long time.

Jiang Wanqing smiled at Zhou Musheng and urged him, "Silly boy, what are you looking at? Eat your favorite pork elbow. It will lose its flavor if it gets cold."

After hearing what Jiang Wanqing said, Zhou Musheng stopped refusing.

He simply reached out and picked up a big pork elbow.

Nanny Su was watching from the side.

He quickly stepped forward and rolled up his sleeves for Zhou Musheng.

With a teasing look in his eyes, he said, "Master, eat slowly. These are specially prepared by Madam for you. No one else can eat them. Look at you. Your mouth is full of oil."

Zhou Musheng seemed not to hear it and continued to eat the big pork elbow.

Children's emotions are naturally very sensitive.

He could only rely on eating to escape from the things he didn't want to face.

Jiang Wanqing saw that Zhou Musheng had a mouth full of oil, his hands were also oily, and his sleeves were also a little dirty.

The face was already a little fat, and the flesh on his face trembled because he bit the flesh so hard.

Jiang Wanqing suddenly felt that the pork elbow in Zhou Musheng's hand was so greasy.

Zhou Musheng was gnawing on the pork elbow, and the next second, he stopped.

He stood there in a daze, his eyes slightly red.

I don’t know what I thought of.

Perhaps, it is because he has not seen his family for a long time, and when he suddenly meets them, he is blamed.

Or maybe, the thought that you will soon have a teacher to teach you makes it really difficult to learn.

Jiang Wanqing picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Zhou Musheng's mouth, then wiped the corners of his mouth again.

There was a hint of worry in his eyes: "What's wrong, Mu Sheng? Did someone bully you?"

Zhou Musheng choked up: "Mother, no one bullied me...it's just...just..."

He couldn't tell where he felt uncomfortable.

Jiang Wanqing frowned: "No one is bullying you, why are you crying for no reason?"

Zhou Musheng looked at Jiang Wanqing with confusion.

Jiang Wanqing continued, "Good boy, didn't your mother tell you that you are the future master of the Xingchang Marquisate? No one can bully you. If you don't want to do something, you don't have to do it. As long as the Xingchang Marquisate is still there, you will have no worries about food and clothing."

Hearing Jiang Wanqing being so sure of her identity, Zhou Musheng suddenly felt less panicked.

Zhou Musheng picked up the uneaten pork elbow along with the plate.

Then, he looked at Jiang Wanqing tentatively, with a questioning look in his eyes: "Mother, I haven't finished eating this pork elbow. Can I still take it back to my own little yard and eat it?"

Jiang Wanqing shook her head: "No, if your grandmother finds out that you haven't become Mr. Wuchen's disciple and are still eating pork elbows, she will probably blame you. Be obedient and eat here before going back."

Zhou Musheng listened to this explanation and thought it made sense.

Before, I had not been able to become Mr. Wu Chen's disciple, so my grandmother immediately became anxious, and took me to find my mother, cursing all the way.

If my grandmother found out that I had eaten the pork elbow, she would definitely say that I had no ambition and only thought about eating all day.

Thinking of this, Zhou Musheng suddenly felt that his grandmother, who had always been kind to him, didn't seem to be so kind anymore.

He sat back on the chair, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and continued to eat the remaining pork elbow in the bowl.

Jiang Wanqing looked at Zhou Musheng's face, looked at the greasy pork elbow, suppressed the discomfort in her heart, and left the yard.

Nanny Su and Mo Yu accompanied her.

There is a garden in the Xingchang Marquis's Mansion.

Every blade of grass and every tree in the garden are the result of Jiang Wanqing's hard work.

Jiang Wanqing felt that she had no sense of belonging living in the huge Marquis of Xingchang Mansion, so she planted many flowers and plants, so that she could at least have her own space.

And the flowers and plants in this garden are precious.

Jiang Wanqing then carried Xiaoxiao into the garden.

From a distance, he saw a man who looked like a servant, squatting on the ground with his back to him, and he didn't know what he was doing.

However, the flower in front of him was a precious peony that he had spent a long time finding.

Jiang Wanqing's heart suddenly began to tighten.

He quickly scolded: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

A sudden scolding.

The man was frightened and stood up quickly.

He faced Jiang Wanqing with his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was trying to hide.

Jiang Wanqing frowned.

Looking at the young servant in front of him, he seemed very unfamiliar.

At that moment, he raised his voice again.

He continued to question: "What are you doing here? Don't you know that you are not allowed to trespass here?"

"Madam, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time."

The servant quickly lowered his head and began to beg for mercy.

But his hands were always placed behind his back.

This made Jiang Wanqing even more curious about what this boy was trying to hide behind.

Before she could ask further questions, Nanny Su beside her suddenly reacted.

She lowered her voice and whispered in Jiang Wanqing's ear, "He is a stranger. I remember that an old nanny in the kitchen brought her grandson into the Marquis of Xingchang's mansion a few days ago.

I heard that the kid didn't dare to do anything and actually caused some trouble. Many people in the mansion wanted to drive him away, but they had no choice because he was a relative of the old man in the mansion.

I originally wanted to tell my wife, but when I thought about it, the housekeeper power in the mansion was given to that person, why should I tell my wife about this matter and let her worry about it in vain. "