The arrogance of the city

Chapter 680 Plum Blossom Ball Soup

Drum Lane.

Centennial Song Mansion.

A Maybach parked smoothly at the door.

The driver got out of the car, quickly came to the back seat, bent down and opened the rear door.

Li Haotian got out from the back seat, looked at the vigorously written Song Mansion plaque, paused for a moment, and then walked towards the mansion.

"Young Master Li is here."

It was Song Shou, the housekeeper of the Song Mansion, who greeted him.

Facing the old butler of the Song Mansion, Li Haotian didn't put on any airs, and even acted like a junior.

"Shoubo, is Luoshen at home?"

"Yes. Missy is in the back garden."

Li Haotian was very polite, and Song Shou still maintained the attitude of a servant.

Both are playing their roles.

"Young Master Li, please wait in the front hall, I will report to the eldest lady."

"No, I'll go directly to the back garden to find her."

If it were someone else, it would be impossible for him to wander around the Song Mansion casually, but this person in front of him is of course another matter.

He is not only the eldest son of the Li family, but will soon become the son-in-law of the Song family. It is only natural for him to come to see his fiancée, and no one has the right to stop him.

"I'll lead the way for Young Master Li."

"Shoubo, it's not my first time here. I know how to get there. Go and do your own business and leave me alone."

Song Shou smiled, but didn't insist anymore.

After parting with Song Shou, Li Haotian walked towards the backyard alone, and accidentally ran into Song Chaoge on the way.

"Brother Li."

The second son of the Song family greeted his future brother-in-law warmly.

"To see my sister?"

Li Haotian smiled and nodded, "Going out?"

"Well, there is something wrong with the company. Isn't my sister waiting to be a bride now? She doesn't care much about the group's affairs. No, the burden is on my shoulders."

Song Chaoge sighed, as if suffering beyond words.

"You know it's hard work, don't you? Now you should understand that your sister was under a lot of pressure before, and it's time for you to help your sister share the burden."

"Yes, yes, I will do my best to let her be a bride with peace of mind. Is it okay?"

Song Chaoge didn't complain anymore, "My sister should be in the back garden, I'll take you there."

"No need, Uncle Shou told me just now, I can go by myself."

"OK then."

"Good job."

Li Haotian patted Song Chaoge on the shoulder and passed him by.

Song Chaoge stood where he was. After a few seconds, he turned his head and looked at the back of the man who was almost equivalent to his brother-in-law. The corners of his mouth slowly raised, and then he turned and walked out.

back yard.

The garden is full of plum blossoms.

Song Luoshen, who was wearing a snow-white shawl coat, stood quietly under a plum tree. His peerless face and plum blossoms complemented each other, forming the most beautiful scenery in the cold winter.

This situation made people unbearable to be disturbed, even Li Haotian couldn't help but slow down.

But even so, God Song Luo still noticed it.

"Why did you come here?"

Song Luoshen looked back and smiled lightly, the beauty rippling out at that moment was enough to shake the mortal world.

This is my wife.

This is my own woman!
As the heir of the Li family, Li Haotian has almost stepped on the heads of 90.00% of the people in the world since he was born. What a sense of accomplishment.

But at this moment, a huge sense of pride that he had never felt before surged from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm afraid you will be bored at home alone, so I come to accompany you."

He stabilized his mind and showed a gentle smile.

"I'm not a child."

Song Luoshen walked over with a chuckle, there was a stone table between the two of them, there were a few round stools beside the stone table, and there were also porcelain bowls and porcelain vases on the table.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. Aunt Jiang just cooked the plum blossom dumpling soup. Try it."

Song Luoshen sat down and filled a bowl for Li Haotian himself.

To be able to get such a beautiful woman with plain hands, is it a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes?

Li Haotian got down, and when he took the bowl, he couldn't help holding Song Luoshen's hand, his eyes full of affection and nostalgia.

Song Luoshen smiled, and naturally withdrew his hand.

"Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Li Haotian picked up the spoon and took a sip.

The fragrance is overflowing, sweet but not greasy.

"Luo Shen, you are really blessed."

Li Haotian was full of admiration.

"Then you should drink more."

Li Haotian nodded, and quickly finished a bowl of soup. After putting down the porcelain bowl, he found that Song Luoshen was looking at him all the time.

"Luo Shen, why don't you drink?"

He was a little surprised.

"I just drank."

Looking at the clean porcelain bowl, she smiled and said, "If Aunt Jiang knows that you like her soup so much, she will be very happy."

"Aunt Jiang's craftsmanship is no problem for a royal chef."

"You mean that she is a talent for staying in our Song family?"

Li Haotian immediately explained.

"Of course not, I didn't mean that at all."

"Just kidding with you."

Song Luoshen didn't drink the soup, but poured a cup of tea and took a sip.

Staring at that ingenious face, Li Haotian suddenly spoke.

"Luo Shen, the wound on your face seems to be gone now."

Holding the teacup, Song Luoshen's eyes flickered.

"It's just a small injury, it's been fine for a long time."

She said nothing.

The wound on her face had indeed healed long ago, and Po Meng didn't seem to have too much malice when she shot at that time, as if she was just giving her a warning.

At that time, this matter was suppressed by the Song family, and it was not publicized, but it could be hidden from outsiders, but it could not be hidden from Li Haotian.

Almost being disfigured is probably a memory that any woman doesn't want to think about. Li Haotian has always avoided talking about it very understandingly, but why did he suddenly bring it up today?
Just a whim.

Or is it meant to be?
"That's good. I know a very good Chinese medicine doctor. His prescription is very useful for scars caused by scratches, but you probably won't need it."

Li Haotian seemed relieved.

He didn't stay long either, after all, the two of them were getting married soon, it was not suitable for them to stay in the Song Mansion forever, and after having a conversation with Song Luoshen, he got up and left.

Song Luoshen watched his back disappear, his eyes flickered, and his jade-like fingers gently stroked his once injured cheek.

After a while,
She glanced at the porcelain bowl that Li Haotian had used, then picked up a clean porcelain bowl again, and filled herself with soup.

Steaming.

With the unique fragrance of plum blossoms rushing to the tip of the nose,
Song Luoshen blew gently, and brought the spoon to her mouth, but just like before, before she even opened her lips, a nauseating feeling of wanting to vomit rolled in her body like a wave.

With eyebrows like distant mountains slightly frowned, Song Luoshen stood up, suspected of being violent, and poured the plum blossom soup that the Li family members who had eaten all the delicacies of the mountains and seas were full of praise under a plum tree.

Song Luoshen stood there, watching the soup slowly seep into the soil.

Perhaps this can be regarded as a cycle of heaven in a sense.

Then, her hand stroked her lower abdomen slowly and even with some hesitation, she was in a daze.

(End of this chapter)