A delicate green plum dressed as a traitor

Chapter 275 The Queen Mother of the West

Mrs. Ye combed a phoenix bun, wore a Riyongqin book hairpin, a green snow hairpin, and an apricot-color palace belt with white jade and eight treasures, an exquisite white jade waistband, red treasures and gold beaded earrings, and embroidered brocade shoes on her feet. , the face is embellished with rich makeup, and the appearance is gorgeous.

The only thing that differs from her identity is the plate of crispy crucian carp...

The maid cook at the back is still busy, which means there are still a lot of dishes.

The hall is such a lively and festive scene with IKEA and IKEA rooms, as if there is a big happy event~
Ye Zhi showed a flattering smile: "Mother, you are very beautiful today, quite like the queen mother of Xishan."

Western Queen.She is a supreme goddess in ancient mythology.

"Natural History" also said: There are peach trees in Yaochi, "a lifetime of 3000 years".In heaven and earth, in the ten directions inside and outside the Three Realms, all women who attain enlightenment and become immortals are under the jurisdiction of the Queen Mother of the West.

Mrs. Ye put the jade plate on the table, with a smile on her face, she cast a glance at her little daughter: "How can I compare with Queen Mother Xi, this kid can talk nonsense."

The smile in her eyes showed that she didn't think so!
Today's feast was mainly prepared for Lu He, she has been in Ye Mansion for many days, and she has not had a formal welcome banquet yet.

When it comes to important people and things, Mrs. Ye always has to eat a good meal enthusiastically before letting go of her mind.

When the daughter came back from the academy, the cook and the maid were busy with the kitchen, and she didn't get involved~
She doesn't touch Yang Chunshui with her ten fingers. The so-called cooking by herself is just guiding the cooks to operate...

Little Ah Zhi was not at the scene, thinking it was her mother's initiative!

"Mother, you have worked hard for cooking so many dishes."

The soft and boneless little hand stretched out to hold the mother's plain hand as a sign of comfort.

Hey, why is there no oil stain?
Looked around, still nothing...

Ok!

This time I understand what the so-called cooking is like...

The maids in the mansion had arranged the dishes neatly within a short while.

There are more than a dozen dishes on the big round table. There are eight major cuisines, and each cuisine has countless famous dishes, each with its own characteristics, making people mouth-watering.

The dishes on the table are the more famous dishes among the eight major cuisines~
The old lady Ye had a rift in her heart towards her eldest son and daughter-in-law because of the incident involving the eldest prince beating someone last time, and she refused to come even when she sent someone to invite her. reconciled.

On weekdays, Mrs. Ye's meals are also rich in oil and water. Those who visit the Buddha do not mean they must be vegetarian~
The rejection is obvious...

Ye Shi had no choice but to give up resentfully.

When she first entered the door, the mother-in-law did not make things difficult for her, and she favored the second daughter-in-law and the third daughter-in-law. After a long time, she got used to it. With the passage of time, it is fine now.

What the mother-in-law does is her business, what Mrs. Ye has to do is to do what a big daughter-in-law should do!

As the host, Father Ye greeted everyone with a nod of his beard: "Come, come, everyone, please take your seats."

Everyone sat down with great interest.

Lu He had a happy face, with curved willow eyebrows and happy eyes, and pink cheeks, walked to the young master with a calm gait, and pushed the wheelchair he was sitting in there~
On a beech wood chair sat a man with scars on his face, and two large wheels were being rolled softly.

Whisper to draw attention~
There was a moment of silence in the house...

All eyes fell on the man in the wheelchair.And when he saw his face and legs, there were pitiful, sympathetic, and regretful eyes.

Zhao Jun lowered his eyes, breathed a little lighter, and his face changed from relaxed to tense.

(End of this chapter)