Qiu Zhengshen hurriedly said, "It's because the younger generations are unfilial."

Xie Chang waved his hand, "There are guests at home today. You, Brother Dan, Brother Zhong, and Brother Zhong, followed me to the outer courtyard. A Miao, you take the children here to have a meal with your mother."

Xie, whose name is Xie Tanmiao, ranks third in the family and is the only daughter of the legitimate branch of the Xie family.

The daughter of the Xie family has always been well-educated with men. Not only did she discuss the preface with her brothers, but she also chose the same generation as her brothers.

After the men left, Mrs. Xie ordered the meal to be served, and the atmosphere became more and more silent and depressed.

Four tables of tables were placed in the flower hall. Old Mrs. Xie took Xie Jianing and Xie Jiameng to sit at the table. Feng Shi stood aside to serve, while the rest sat at the table.

There were the same dishes on each table, and only the old lady Xie and the seat on her right had a bowl of white jade and thick soup.

Mrs. Xie’s right side was empty, which was reserved for Feng.

The soup is very simple, called sheep milk soup. The main ingredient is sheep milk, but the method is very complicated. There are no less than twenty kinds of auxiliary ingredients in it. The large and small heat can be simmered for three hours without interruption.

It is said that it can strengthen the body, nourish the body, nourish the yin and the skin, and is the most suitable for married women. It is a prescription passed down by the ancestors of the Xie family.

For decades, Mrs. Xie and Mrs. Feng must have had a bowl of goat milk soup for breakfast and lunch every day, and Mrs. Xie must have had to drink it every day, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Unfortunately, there was no such bowl of sheep milk soup in front of Xie, who had returned to her parents' home.

Somehow, Qiu Xiyin thought of a saying, "The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will God spare?"

In her previous life, during her long and short life, Xie fully showed her biological daughter what she ignored and what she didn’t like. Therefore, she naturally became ignored and disliked by her biological mother.

Of course, maybe she got the wrong order. Xie was ignored by her mother, so she also had to ignore her daughter. Just so she hit Xie's gun.

After Mrs. Xie took the first sip, Feng smiled and invited everyone to eat. Don't be polite and don't be restrained.

Feng was the niece of Mrs. Xie's parents' family, and gave birth to Xie Jiashu for her. She was very eye-catching with Mrs. Xie. After she had a few chopsticks and vegetables, Mrs. Xie ordered her to sit down and have dinner.

During the whole family dinner, Mrs. Xie only said a few words to Feng and Sisters Xie Jianing occasionally, completely ignoring Xie and everyone who followed Xie back to her parents' home.

Xie's back was straight, his neck was high, and he was slightly lowered and he was eating with his eyes focused. He didn't talk or laugh, and his eyes didn't move too much. Qiu and a few younger generations below dared not laugh or talk.

Only the voice of Mrs. Xie at the table was heard in the entire flower hall, and the sound of Feng occasionally treacherously urging the bullet to persuade the guests at the tables here to eat more. The atmosphere was strange and stagnant.

Poor her aunt!

In addition to Xie, he could also eat slowly without hesitation. Others, including Xie Jianing and Xie Jiameng, tried to reduce their presence and activity strength, and held the chopsticks tightly and ate the food that the maid picked up in the bowl.

No one cares about what to eat and how much to eat. Everyone prays that Mrs. Xie will finish eating quickly and that the torment will pass quickly.

Fortunately, Mrs. Xie focuses on health preservation and does not eat much. In addition, the sheep milk soup doesn’t look much, but it is very real. Mrs. Xie can’t eat anything after drinking a bowl of it, and the meal time usually does not exceed a quarter of an hour.

Qiu Xiyin stared at the food in front of her and silently said in her heart, "What's wrong? What's wrong?..."

Maybe she had too much resentment, or maybe she was afraid of Mrs. Xie, who was prone to making mistakes in such a tense and suffocating environment. The chopsticks in her hand hit the small pink porcelain plate with a crisp sound of peach blossoms at her hand.

Everyone's breathing was paused, Qiu Bushi's face turned pale, and his right hand was twisted with chopsticks in his hand like a skewer.

Mrs. Xie slowly raised her head and her eyes slowly moved to Qiu Busheng.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Qiu Bushi thought that Mrs. Xie’s simple head-up was raised, and the movement she saw was done for more than a moment, and the waiting time for more than a hundred times more difficult than when she learned that Qiu Xiyin was coming back!

Finally, Mrs. Xie's eyes fell on Qiu Busheng's face and fell on Xie again.

"You don't know the etiquette more than you were back then. You really have the same mother as you must have the same daughter!"

Xie picked up the veil and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly. His movements were elegant, as if he was plucking the strings of the piano. "There is a mother, and the mother said this well. When his daughter knew that she was not polite, she never dared to forget whose daughter she was."

Mrs. Xie's cold gaze suddenly turned into a knife, slashing heavily on Xie's face.

Feng Shi hurriedly smoothed out the situation, "What are you doing when you stand there? Why don't you go and change the dishes and chopsticks for the fourth cousin!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a maid trotted in and shouted, "Old lady! The Fourth Master said he missed the old lady and was coming to have dinner with the old lady!"

On weekdays, if she dared to run in so recklessly and shouted loudly, Mrs. Xie would definitely sell her out of the mansion immediately, but now, she brought the news that Xie Jiashu is coming!

Mrs. Xie's eyes suddenly shone, and an old face was like a thousand-year-old ice and snow that met the warm spring breeze, which instantly thawed and melted. She smiled for the first time since Xie entered the door.

"Quick! Take down all the food! Re-order the table, hurry up! It's been a long time since this, the Fourth Master must be hungry!

Instruct the kitchen to make the bamboo shoot soup that the Fourth Master loves! Use the freshest and tenderest spring bamboo shoots! Then replace it with the pastel dishes that the Fourth Master loves to welcome the spring!”

Since Xie entered the door, the words Mrs. Xie said were not as long as she had done in this short time.

Feng stood up with a smile, "Mother, what do the girls remember? What Brother Shu likes and doesn't like? Who doesn't remember this girl from Zhengmingtang? My mother sat down with peace of mind and waited for Brother Shu to come."

Mrs. Xie was in a good mood and became more kind to Feng. "You sit down, you are his mother, and you never have to stand to welcome your son."

After a while, the voices of the Fourth Master shouting outside sounded one after another. Mrs. Xie couldn't help but stand up. Feng, Qiu and the younger generation naturally stood up, but Xie held the teacup as if he was still moving.

Mrs. Xie was happy but didn't notice this. All her energy was concentrated on the little figure slowly coming.

Qiu Xiyin lowered her head slightly, but the excitement in her heart was no less than that in the old lady Xie. Finally, finally, she could see her cousin again!

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, Xie Jiashu walked to Mrs. Xie and was about to bow down to salute, but Mrs. Xie hugged her in her arms, "My good boy, don't salute, what should I do if I'm tired?"
Chapter completed!