After rebirth, Pei Jiuye overturned raising cubs

Chapter 368
When Yan Ziang and Lin Su heard what their daughter said, they stared at Aunt Du in the kitchen, their eyes sharpened.

The couple unleashed the powerful coercive fluctuations of the Great Perfection in the innate realm.

Fu Mingcheng, who was sitting at the head of the table, stared at Qiao Luoyan with cold eyes.

Pei Yinan sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and looked at Qiao Luoyan, who was smiling and his eyes were cold and indifferent.

He looked back again, looking at Fu Mingcheng who was exuding a gloomy aura on the main seat.

Because of a name, the atmosphere in the restaurant became tense, and there was a faint dangerous atmosphere, which enveloped everyone in an instant.

Aunt Du who was in the kitchen, no, it should be Du Lingtong, turned around slowly.

She looked at Qiao Luoyan expressionlessly, met those dark eyes that could see through people's hearts, and said calmly, "Miss Qiao, what do you want?"

Qiao Luoyan opened his mouth and said, "I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Osmanthus cake is a famous Chinese traditional snack with a history of more than 300 years.

Du Lingtong looked at Fu Mingcheng who was sitting in a wheelchair, and the latter's eyes on Qiao Luoyan became complicated.

Doubt flashed in his eyes, and he said to Du Lingtong who was standing in the kitchen: "Aunt Du, Miss Qiao wants to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake, you make it for her."

Du Lingtong lowered his eyes slightly, and replied respectfully: "Sir, I can't do it."

She refused simply and without giving any face.

Even if Fu Mingcheng spoke, she remained indifferent.

Fu Mingcheng's face was blank for a moment, and he turned to look at Du Lingtong, as if it was inconceivable that the other party would reject him.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Luoyan laughed softly, "It's because I'm out of luck."

Then he continued: "I remember this osmanthus cake 200 years ago, a young master from a famous warlord family liked to eat it very much. What is the other party's name and surname..."

She had a pensive look on her face, annoyed that she couldn't remember her name.

At this time, Pei Yinan reminded: "It should be Young Marshal Fu, who is also the ancestor of Brother Mingcheng's ancestors."

Qiao Luoyan immediately showed a surprised expression, and her lively dark eyes fixed on Fu Mingcheng.

The latter had a puzzled expression on his face, not knowing which song it was singing.

Among his ancestors, there was indeed a young marshal who liked to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

But few people know that more than 200 years ago, the other party's actions discredited the family.

Even though that ancestor had a brilliant record later on, he was still regarded as shameless by the family and was strictly forbidden to be mentioned.

Seeing the fluctuations on Fu Mingcheng's face, Qiao Luoyan said slowly: "I remembered, that young master named Fu Jun is not the young marshal Fu who has made great military exploits.

Nowadays, there are quite a lot of film and television dramas about him, and the person who was created is a playboy, but it is a pity that he died young, which is really embarrassing. "

When saying this, Qiao Luoyan did not forget to pay attention to Du Lingtong.

The other party's face was pale, and there was a faint red light in the cold eyes.

Du Lingtong didn't dare to meet her eyes, turned and left to go to the kitchen.

Qiao Luoyan also stopped talking, stood up, and pulled Pei Yinan's sleeve: "I'm sleepy, accompany me to rest."

Pei Yinan glanced at Du Lingtong with deep eyes, with keen vigilance hidden in his eyes.

Although he didn't know the inside story, he also knew that Qiao Luoyan became talkative because of the other party.

Nine times out of ten there is something wrong with this person, they just don't know what it means for them.

Hearing Qiao Luoyan's words, Pei Yinan's expressionless handsome face burst into a gentle and doting smile: "Okay."

He stood up and took the place of Fu Mingcheng who was sitting in the main seat, and said apologetically, "Brother Mingcheng, excuse me."

After the latter nodded, Pei Yinan left with Qiao Luoyan in his arms.

Yan Ziang and Lin Su turned their eyes around Du Lingtong and said goodbye.

Only Fu Mingcheng and Linger, who ate well, were left in the huge restaurant.

Du Lingtong came out of the kitchen and stood silently behind Fu Mingcheng.

She lowered her eyebrows, looked very honest and responsible, and said in a low voice: "Sir, my sweet-scented osmanthus cake is only made for those who are destined to eat."

Fu Mingcheng turned his head to look at her, and asked in a cold tone: "Aunt Du, how did you come here back then?"

Du Lingtong replied unhurriedly: "I saw the information posted by you and your wife in the housekeeping company, and I took the initiative to apply for the job. I have been doing this for six years."

"It's been six years." Fu Mingcheng sighed.

How many six years are left in his life.

Over the years, Fu Mingcheng has seen some things and knows them well.

A rare and stable life, he doesn't want to be disrupted.

This girl Qiao Luoyan is very evil, the other party's simple conversation with him last night revealed a corner of the truth.

It was he who lost his gentlemanly demeanor and etiquette, and suppressed the truth with a firm attitude.

It is impossible for Qiao Luoyan to refer to his ancestors through the osmanthus cake for no reason, there must be a connection.

Du Lingtong did know how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but this cake was only for him.

His wife doesn't like it, and his daughter doesn't like it either, but he loves this dish very much.

Moreover, I only like the ones made by Du Lingtong.

The soft, glutinous and sweet osmanthus cake made by the other party has a different taste.

If the ancestors and ancestors were not involved, Fu Mingcheng might just turn a blind eye.

He reached out and tapped the table with his knuckles. The rhythmic crisp sound made the tense atmosphere in the restaurant that had just dissipated become a little depressing.

Fu Mingcheng stared at Du Lingtong with a gloomy look in his eyes.

He was silent for a long time, and asked aloud, "Do you know Fu Jun?"

Du Lingtong's body visibly trembled, but he quickly replied, "I don't know you!"

The voice was firm, but it was hard to hide a trace of repressed sadness that leaked out.

Fu Mingcheng closed his eyes, and sighed softly: "It's okay, you can go to work."

"Yes, sir." Du Lingtong turned around and left quickly.

Her long hair, which was tied up with a red rope, swayed as her steps accelerated, revealing faintly the black marks on the back of her neck.

Fu Mingcheng turned a blind eye to this, saw his daughter finished breakfast, and left the restaurant holding her little hand.

The second floor.

Qiao Luoyan, Pei Yinan and Yan Ziang were in the same room, and they all had serious expressions.

Yan Ziang looked at his daughter who was sitting on the head of the bed, playing with several gold needles in her hand.

He endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, and asked aloud: "Luo Luo, the woman downstairs is the female corpse in the coffin yesterday?"

The name Du Lingtong came out of his daughter's mouth, and he immediately thought of the process of ordering the disciples of the Yan family to bury the body last night.

On the other party's pink wedding dress, embroidered with three words, it was Du Lingtong.

But the daughter didn't see the follow-up of the burial, so how could she know the name.

There was a hint of playfulness in Qiao Luoyan's eyes, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

She raised her eyes to look at Yan Ziang, and said slowly: "Father, she is an earth-bound spirit, and the reason we came here is because of her."

The current Qiao Luoyan can be regarded as half a metaphysicist, and he can learn some things without a teacher.

Fate is wonderful, some people and things are destined to meet.

Every thought is a cause, everything they encounter at the moment is an effect, and everything has long been predetermined.

It's just that Qiao Luoyan doesn't understand for the time being whether it is because of Pei Yinan that they were led to come here, or because of her.

(End of this chapter)