The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

General Zhang has two sons and a daughter, the daughter is now in the army, the eldest son is married, and now there is another son in the family waiting to be married.

This son's name is Zhang Yue, he is tall and tall, with a tough appearance, unlike other gentlemen in Beijing.

Although he was sixteen, the marriage was difficult, and the people who came up to propose were either asking for money or power, but there were quite a few people who really liked him.

Why doesn't Yue'er eat? But the food doesn't suit your appetite?

Xihe put a lion's head in his bowl: I made this from the kitchen recently, try it and see if you like it?

Food is scarce in this world, in order to satisfy the appetite, Xihe had no choice but to get out the food he had seen before.

Thank you, Sister Ann.

Not only was Zhang Yue tough, but his voice was also deep and magnetic. He smiled at Xihe and bowed his head to taste.

It was evident that he was well-bred, and that his manners were graceful and charming.

After a while, after eating, he wiped his lips with a handkerchief, and smiled at Xihe: It's delicious.

Then stop talking.

From the memory of the original owner, knowing that Zhang Yue is not talkative and has a silent temper, Xihe nodded and ordered some delicious meals for him: Try all of them, my new recipe is delicious gone.

Zhang Yue seemed to be too kind, so he ate them one by one.

Xihe saw that he was eating faster and faster, and his eyes were shining, so he pushed them all to him. The eyelids of the attendants behind Zhang Yue jumped, and he had to stop him: Mr. gone.

In my heart, I secretly complained that Mrs. An didn't know how to wink. Who's Mrs. asked Mr. to eat more, what if I gain weight?

I am full?

Xihe was surprised, obviously she seemed to like Zhang Yue very much.

Zhang Yue paused, put down his chopsticks, and said with downcast eyes: Thank you, Sister An, I am indeed full.

Xihe looked at him and then at the resentful attendant, nodded: Well, it's fine if you're full.

After the meal, General Zhang took Zhang Yue away. Prime Minister Jiang was a little drunk, so Xihe stepped forward to help her to rest. After these days of exercise, although she was still thin and tender, she was no longer so weak.

Hey, my son is promising too...What kind of Emperor Guiwei...Lao Zhang, keep drinking.

Prime Minister Jiang was blushing and drunk, he hammered here and there, said something inconsistent, and finally pulled Xihe's sleeve: Son, what do you think of Yue'er? What the third prince, we don't want it anymore, Can you marry Yue'er?

Before Xihe could speak, she retorted by herself: Forget it, my son likes beauties, ah, old Zhang.

Muttering, lying on the bed, the voice became quieter.

Xihe took off her shoes with great effort, asked the housekeeper to call someone to wipe her face, and turned back to the yard by herself.

the second day,

After exercising, Xihe wiped the sweat off his face, sat in the study and wrote out the meal recipes that he made two days ago, and handed them to Xiao Qi: Send it to Zhang's house, and say it's filial to the godmother.

Now that she has a marriage contract, she can't provoke people at will.

Thinking of this, she recruited Xiao Ba again: How about those men who were sent back?

Xiao Ba is a girl with a round face, she likes to smile, she came in and clasped her fists and said, Back to the lady, twenty-four of those gentlemen were taken home by their parents. Sixteen entered the temple, and eleven bought their own. Land property and house, five people...

Xiao Ba raised his head and glanced at Xihe: Back to Qingfeng Building again.

Qingfenglou, commonly known as brothel.

Xihe was not surprised, and waved his hand: Don't worry about those who go back to Qingfeng Building, others can help if they can.

Xiao Ba cupped his fists: Yes.

After she finished speaking, she thought for a while and looked at her master: My lord, I heard that the third prince will go to a temple in the suburbs tomorrow. Do you want to go?