The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

Meng Shiliang's pale face showed a smile, "I only accepted her when I saw her sincerely to you. If she abused her daughter like other stepmothers, how can I tolerate her."

"Yes. My stepmother raises a yard of chickens, all to make soup for me." Meng Ying smiled meaningfully, "I am also very fond of me, where can I find such a good stepmother."

Meng Shiliang was also full of emotions, "Thanks to her back then, or else I, a master, took you and Meng Xin, and I don't know how to do it."

Meng Ying smiled without saying a word.

...

dinner.

Meng Yuan sat next to Meng Ying, carrying the poems she learned today.

Zhang Di brought five bowls of chicken soup from the kitchen, first gave Meng Shiliang a bowl, then Mu Yuansheng, then Meng Ying, Meng Yuan, and finally put a bowl in his place.

"Today's chicken soup is a bit hot and fragrant. You can try it quickly." Zhang Di greeted.

"I have drunk the chicken soup made by my mother for so many years, and the taste has never changed." Meng Ying took the spoon and stirred the chicken soup slowly.

The scent is strong, and it really catches gluttons.

Meng Shiliang took a sip and exclaimed: "Your little mother's cooking skills are indeed not bad, and this chicken soup is a must. When Yingying was a child, she liked this chicken soup the most."

Zhang Di smiled embarrassedly, "How can you say so well."

"Mom's chicken soup is the best." Meng Yuan drank the soup in one sip, his lips were greasy, very cute.

Meng Ying put the spoon down and pushed the soup bowl to Meng Yuan's hand, "Yuanyuan likes to drink, then drink more."

"Sister, don't you drink?"

"I drank too much water just now, and now I can't hold it in my stomach." Meng Ying touched Meng Yuan's head, "This bowl is cheaper for you."

"Thank you sister." Meng Yuan happily held the soup bowl.

"Yuanyuan!" Zhang Di's expression had already changed.

Meng Yuan was so scared that he almost fell the bowl.

Everyone looked at Zhang Di.

Zhang Di knew that the reaction was too big, so she quickly explained: "Yuanyuan, we five people, each one has a bowl, you can't drink your sister's anymore after you drink it."

"It's okay mom. My stomach is really full. If I eat it again, I won't be able to sleep tonight." Meng Ying smiled brightly, "Yuanyuan is growing up, so he needs to make up."

Mu Yuansheng looked at Zhang Di's face from the side, it was a pretty one.

"It's too late, Yuanyuan can't drink so much." Zhang Di motioned to Meng Yuan to push the soup bowl back to Meng Ying, "Yingying, this chicken is the last one today. You want to drink it again next time, I'm afraid you will have to wait. It's been a long time. You taste it and remember the taste."

Meng Ying brought it over, "My little mom said so, if I don't try another bite, I'm sorry for what little mom said."

Upon seeing Zhang Di, the nervous and uneasy expression disappeared a bit.

She smiled and said, "This chicken has been raised the longest, and the soup has the strongest and most fragrant flavor."

She didn't know how stiff and ugly her smile was.

Meng Ying didn't drink it right away, but poured half a bowl into Meng Yuan's bowl, "Then Yuanyuan can help sister drink half?"

"Good." Meng Yuan was happy.

Zhang Di saw Meng Yuan pick up the bowl and put it to his mouth, his face changed a lot, and he reached out and knocked out Meng Yuan's bowl.

The bowl fell, and the soup spilled all over the floor.

Meng Yuan's clothes and pants were stained a little, and he stood aside in fright, at a loss.

At this time, several pairs of eyes stared at Zhang Di.

Zhang Di stood there, his whole body trembling.