Liang Jinqiao's originally worried mood was wiped out because of Zhao Yuner's words.

He couldn't help but smiled, and said in peace, "Yes, no matter how good Tian Wenhan is, it is better than the son of the world. After all, the identity of the son of the world is something ordinary people don't want to achieve in a few lifetimes. You married the son. After the Lord, it is better to be an upright concubine than to be a peasant woman in the country.

Doudou was born to his son, and he loved him more. If the Tian family accepted you back then, Doudou was not a descendant of the Tian family, it would be impossible for those people to regard you as their own! "

What Liang Jinqiao thinks is that it is transparent, and it is impossible for outsiders' children to be seen by others.

Zhao Yuner was secretly happy that Tian Wenhan did not marry her.

Although she and Tian Wenhan have only come into contact with this one, Tian Wenhan's character is quite good, and she also has the gentle temperament that is unique to scholars. According to Tian Wenhan's appearance and conditions, there are no more than Tian Wenhan from ten miles and eight villages. A better man.

But Zhao Yuner knows very well that she feels good doesn't mean she likes it. If she lives with someone she doesn't love for a lifetime, it will be a torment for her.

On the contrary, she was with Mu Lianfeng... She was fortunate to have met the one she loved in this life.

"Mother, you are right, don't worry, I am just curious to ask today, I won't think much about it, and I will live a good life with Shi Ziye in the future." Zhao Yuner gave Liang Jinqiao a dose of reassurance.

"Haha, good!" Liang Jinqiao said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The mother and daughter were cooking together. Since they were all leftovers, they would heat up in a short while in the pot.

The wood was on fire, and the smell of rice came out of the pot in ten to twenty minutes.

Zhao Yun'er was a little hungry because of the smell.

When the lunch was ready, Zhao Wenhua had already returned from busy work in the fields.

Zhao Wenhua has been busy pumping water and weeding the paddy fields.

If the grass in the paddy field is not removed in time, it will compete with the rice for nutrients, which will affect the growth of the rice, and it is also prone to insects.

The result of Shimoda was Zhao Wenhua's mud all over, even his face was dirty.

Zhao Yuner hurried out with a basin of clean water, and let Zhao Wenhua wipe her upper body first, so that she could eat well. As for the following, there is no cleaning, and I have to go to work in the afternoon.

"Come on, let's eat!" Liang Jinqiao put the food on the table and greeted the family for dinner.

This time Mu Lianfeng brought Mo Yan back to eat together.

It is estimated that the food on the mountain is too bad. Mo Yan ate very happily. He chopped five or six bowls of rice and ate a lot of vegetables. His stomach was surprisingly big.

Zhao Yuner didn't feel sorry for her family's food, but hoped that Mo Yan could eat more. These leftovers can't be broken in the simple refrigerator, but it's not a good thing to leave it for too long.

It’s best to eat less leftovers leftovers overnight. In the 21st century, many people throw them away before they can finish them.

In ancient times, many people were willing to throw it away if they couldn't eat enough.

Seeing Zhao Yun'er staring at Mo Yan, Mu Lianfeng thought that Zhao Yun'er disliked Mo Yan's meal and ate too much, so he snorted and gestured to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was eating happily, where did he hear Mu Lianfeng's hint.

Seeing Mo Yan's unconsciousness, Mu Lianfeng couldn't help but said, "Mo Yan, haven't you eaten so much for a few days?"

Mo Yan was taken aback for a moment, but the chopsticks and mouth in his hand did not stop, she continued to pick up rice in her mouth, and replied vaguely, "Master, how do you know that I haven't eaten in a few days?"

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