good meal

Chapter 332
Mrs. Ren Xiao anxiously followed the ants on the hot pot, but Mrs. Xiao was indifferent. As for the rise and fall of any clan, it was bullshit to her.If the son is gone, what does this clan have to do with her?
Seeing Madam's attitude of staying out of the way, Mr. Xiao, who has always been soft-boned, can't bear it anymore. Now that the Xiao family is still alive, it's all a fluke. If you don't seek foreign help, it will really destroy the century-old family business .

Immediately, Master Xiao gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, rushed to Madam Xiao, bowed left and right, and slapped him with two big palms, intending to wake Madam up.

However, Mrs. Xiao, who was already weak, couldn't bear these two slaps, she fell to the ground before she could even stare.

Master Xiao was also dumbfounded at this moment. Looking at the unconscious son on the bed, and at the lady on the ground who vented too much breath and breathed little, his heart was ashamed, but he was thinking about the green hills left behind, and he was not afraid of not having the idea of ​​burning firewood. , he decided to abandon his family business, and escaped with Xiaorou.

When Mrs. Xiao was found, her body was already stiff, and she couldn't die anymore.

At this time, the master disappeared again, and the housekeeper also ran away when he saw that the situation was not good. For a while, everything that could be sold in the mansion was taken away, except Mrs. Xiao's close mother and a few maids, and everyone else left. .

Mrs. Xiao, who has been famous all her life, would never have thought that she would be killed by her husband who raised the case, let alone that she had countless gold and silver in her life, but she didn't even have a thin coffin when she died.

Just when the servants panicked, Xiao Qinglan, who had been in a coma for a long time, finally woke up. The high fever made his originally clear voice become like a broken gong, and it was unbearably hoarse.

Seeing that someone was finally able to take charge, the servant girl didn't care much, and cried to Xiao Qinglan who had just woken up: "Master! Master! It's terrible, the wife is gone, and the master is gone. This house is worth a lot of money." All the things that belonged to me have been taken away, young master, what should we do?"

Xiao Qinglan's eyes were straightened, and she asked in disbelief, "What, what did you say? What do you mean Madam is gone?"

"The madam was beaten to death by the master, master! Master?"

There was another confusion, and even the dowry mother couldn't stand it anymore, and left that night.

The remaining maids didn't want to guard Xiao Qinglan anymore, and in the end only the mother and son were left in the entire Xiao Mansion.

It was snowing again, and a red cloak was particularly conspicuous in the flying snowflakes. Pushing open the unguarded gate, seeing the chaotic state of the mansion, a few hearty laughter came out from under the cloak.

Walking further in, seeing Xiao Qinglan who was still panting, a hand came out from under the cloak, and pinched Xiao Qinglan's neck little by little.

As if he smelled a familiar scent, the man who had only breath left shouted with difficulty: "Yin Hua... Yin Hua..."

The hand was retracted, paused in the air, and retracted into the cloak again.

In just a few days, the Xiao family went to extinction. Mr. Xiao became a wanted murderer, Mrs. Xiao was thrown in a mass grave, and Xiao Qinglan disappeared.

The situation of the Xiao family is indeed embarrassing, but now that every family gathers to celebrate the New Year, no one mentions this bad luck.

Amidst the crackling sound of firecrackers, everyone forgot that there was such a family who committed suicide, and every family gathered together in a lively and peaceful atmosphere.

As in previous years, there was also a grand banquet in the palace, and the ministers with high status did not bother to accompany the old and the young at home, and accompanied the Holy Majesty to watch a play in the palace to celebrate the New Year.

The sound of gongs and drums, singing and dancing, festive lanterns are hung high, and the emperor above the high position is smiling and looks approachable.Seeing the wonderful things, he clapped his hands and drank well, and everyone who received them praised him one after another.

The queen beside her had a smile on her face that couldn't hide her complacency. This time, the banquet that Xiao Mingyue was in charge of was brilliant, and she also had a bright face.What made her even more proud was that Concubine Xiong was not present this time.

On such an occasion, Concubine Xiong Gui couldn't show her face, which meant something unusual.

Even Mr. Xiong, who was widely sought after in the past, can only sit there drinking alone today, and the people next to him can hide and hide, let alone come forward to talk.

Seeing the timing, Old Chen Ge came over with his wine glass.

After three or two glasses of wine, there was some affection between the usual nodding, Chen Gelao raised his head and nodded to the prime minister who had been looking at him all the time.

The few people flirting with each other so openly under their noses, no matter how good their mood was, the emperor still looked at the clown on the stage with a smile, as if he didn't notice it.

After the show was over, the prince stood up to offer the gift, and was praised by the ministers present, and the queen nodded approvingly.

Seeing that the crown prince took the lead, the other princes also presented their treasures. For a while, all kinds of treasures were so rare that they were luxurious and luxurious.

At this moment, the crown prince looked at Mu Mengchen with a smile, and asked, "Fifth emperor brother, don't you want to offer a gift?"

Mu Mengchen, who was named, seemed to have come to his senses, and stood up, somewhat at a loss.

The prince's eyes flashed gloating, and he joked, "Five emperors usually have all kinds of clever thoughts about women, why are you so dull today? This is not like you."

These words certainly irritated Mu Mengchen, but they also made people feel disgusted. The queen glanced at the sage who had already put a smile on his face, and smoothed things over and said, "We plan to have a reunion during the Chinese New Year. What kind of ceremony should we use? This courtesy is the icing on the cake." , this does not have a heart, this is enough."

Glancing briefly at the stunned prince, the emperor said approvingly: "The empress is right, everyone sit down."

Mu Mengchen just sat down and raised his head again, only to see his mother and concubine looking at him with concern, so he had to bury his head and drink.

A simple year seemed dull in the palace, and it couldn't arouse his interest at all.What worries him even more is that outside the palace, there is a person guarding an empty room to celebrate the New Year on such a day when thousands of families are reunited. He doesn't know what it will be like.

In fact, contrary to what Mu Mengchen expected, Chu Liangrao's room was in full swing at this time.

Looking at a table of dumplings and cakes of different shapes, Chu Liangrao rubbed his nose with hands covered in flour, looking really cute.Mother Du took the veil and wiped it off for her, and said with a smile: "It's like a child playing with noodles."

Zhu'er counted and asked: "Master, do you want to cook these first?"

"Let's cook first." Chu Liangrao said without raising his head.

Zhu'er responded crisply, and together with Zhen'er, they sent the dumplings to the kitchen for cooking.

Chu Liangrao carefully kneaded the dough in her hands. Because Mother Du did not let her touch the scissors this year, she had to use her hands to knead the dough out of the shape. As for making the dumplings, I left it to other professionals.

Mama Du is in charge of wiping her hands, face, and sleeves, commenting from time to time on whose dumplings are made well and whose dumplings are bigger.

(End of this chapter)