Jiang Nanlei deeply agreed and expressed his appreciation for the sister-in-law's eyes and analytical ability wearing a coarse cloth dress with eggplant purple and a bamboo basket.

That's right.

How could a dignified Lord Emperor marry a little girl who runs a restaurant?

It must be that the girl didn't even eat peanuts while drinking in the restaurant, so she was so drunk that she was so circulating nonsense that she was about to get engaged to Lord Emperor.

The woman in blue who knew more inside information quickly said, "Sister-in-law, this matter is not groundless! Yesterday, my son happened to be passing by around the Feng Mansion Restaurant. He saw the steward of the Emperor's Mansion holding the betrothal gift list in his hand and taking it to the girl Feng Jiao. Of course, it was not only my son at that time, but many people also saw it."

"Is that true?" Sister Ziyi, who was carrying a bamboo basket, was still a little skeptical.

Although for ordinary families, being able to marry a wife like Miss Fengjiao who runs a restaurant can be said to be a smoke from the ancestral grave.

But the noble Lord Emperor is different from the common people like them.

Seeing that the woman in purple didn't believe it, the woman in blue said again: "In my opinion, this matter is probably true. Miss Fengjiao is pretty and can still make money. Now in our Ling'an City, who doesn't know about Fengfu Food Group? Who doesn't want to taste the expensive exquisite foods in Fengfu winery?"

The woman in purple thought for a while and said, "That's right. Miss Fengjiao is not only handsome, but also good at making money, but also young. Lord Emperor is at least over 10,000 years old? Men, who doesn't like young and beautiful, delicate and tender little girls?"

Two women in coarse cloth clothes walked away with baskets and laughed.

Jiang Nanlei stayed there, her face was extremely hard to see.

no!

She must not stay in such a place.

She was going to the Fengfu winery and the Emperor's Mansion. She wanted to verify in person that the so-called Emperor was about to get engaged to that girl Fengjiao must have been passed on by Fengjiao, that little bitch herself!

She quickly approached the Emperor's Mansion, but saw Lingshan there, directing everyone to hang festive red lanterns at the door of the Emperor's Mansion.

"Enough to be more energetic! The master finally has a wife. We must decorate the mansion beautifully, so that it is enough to be festive!"

Everyone was busy and found that Xing'er and Qianmo brought them a whole box of milk, red bean paste popsicles.

"Let's have a rest first! This is what my wife asked me to send here to cool down everyone."

The busy people cheered, and walked up to collect the popsicles distributed to them by Xing'er, while complimenting the wife's cooking skills, her attentiveness, gentleness and considerateness.

Seeing this scene from afar, Jiang Nanlei felt that his heart and lungs were almost irritated.

It turns out that the things that circulate in the streets and alleys are not just false rumors. It turns out that Feng Jiao bitch really has such a means to climb to the throne of Mrs. God!

Jiang Nanlei thought to herself that she could not continue to sit and wait, otherwise she would lose her last chance!

She must kill the annoying Feng Jiao at all costs, and she wants to regain everything that should belong to her!

Perhaps it was the heat in the afternoon that she couldn't help but get angry...
Chapter completed!