After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Xu was a little embarrassed.

She saw that Zhang Xiuli's face was not good, so she thought of saying something nice to make her daughter happy.

After all, the future of her son and grandson depends on her.

With a thought in her mind, she got involved in the marriage between Lin Minghua and Lin Zhiyu.

In Xu's heart, Lin Minghua is the queen and should be favored by Mrs. Lin.

"Minghua is so lucky. Living in a house as big as the palace will make his mother-in-law look good!"

Xu's tone was flattering, hoping to stir up a conversation with Mrs. Lin.

"After listening to Xiuli's description in the letter, I knew that this child Lin Minghua has a lot to achieve! My other niece is a little less lucky. She has not yet been accepted into the palace by Prince Jin. In the future... sigh!"

Mrs. Lin responded calmly: "It's all the same. There's no such thing as good luck or bad luck."

Both times he spoke, he received cold looks. Mrs. Xu was a little displeased, so she poked Zhang Fugui's hand and motioned for him to say a few words.

How could Zhang Fugui cope with such a situation, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said:

"Yes, yes, it's all the same. My son Zhang Liangsheng has a brother-in-law like Prime Minister Lin, which is also a blessing he has cultivated in eight lifetimes. If the brother-in-law can get him a small official, that would be great."

Xu continued: "Yes, Minghua Hezhiyu also has a backstage to support it."

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Zhang Xiuli was so startled by these words that she broke into a cold sweat. She didn't even bother to eat the food. She quietly kicked Mrs. Xu under the table to signal her to shut up.

Backstage, there was an emperor and a king of Jin in front of him. Could it be that the status of the Zhang family was greater than these two?

Zhang Xiuli took a careful look at Mrs. Lin, and saw that her expression was as usual, and her heart almost dropped.

I thought I could go through the meal safely, but who would have expected that halfway through the meal, Mrs. Lin put her chopsticks heavily on the table.

"Okay, I'm full, you continue to eat."

Mrs. Xu's bowl was piled like a hill. Seeing Mrs. Lin put down her chopsticks, she said strangely, "My mother-in-law won't eat anymore. There are still so many dishes on the table!"

"That's right, I think these fish and shrimp are quite expensive, so it's not good to waste them."

Zhang Fugui was still chewing something in his mouth and could not speak clearly.

Lin Zhiyu, who was sitting aside, also didn't move his chopsticks.

Zhang Xiuli saw that Mrs. Lin's expression was wrong, and she mustered up her courage and said, "Today's meal is not to Mrs. Lin's taste? I'll go back and ask the small kitchen to cook something more and send it to Mu Cangzhai."

Mrs. Lin had a sullen expression and said nothing, and the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became subtle.

Only Xu and Zhang Fugui seemed to be completely unaware of anything wrong. They rushed to hold out their chopsticks, and the bowls and chopsticks collided with each other, making a clanking sound.

Lin Zhiyu simply put down his bowls and chopsticks and sneered in his heart.

This is not only unappetizing, it is simply unappetizing!

Let me talk about Mrs. Xu first. She always likes to use her chopsticks and then rummage through the dishes, picking and choosing. Even a good dish is ruined by her.

Not to mention this Fugui, he slurred loudly when eating, and even if he had the best appetite, he would lose all his appetite.

Family background can be faked, but habits developed over time cannot be easily changed in a short period of time.

Zhang Liangsheng coaxed both of them to eat the whole time, and he didn't eat much.

He sensed something was wrong in the atmosphere, but remained calm-faced. He quietly pulled the corners of Shuang Shuang's clothes under the table.

Both of them immediately turned their heads and smiled sweetly at Mrs. Lin.

"Both are also full, and both want to play with grandma."

Zhang Shuangshuang was young and didn't know how to address Mrs. Lin, so he imitated Lin Zhiyu and called her "grandma". The voice was so childish that my heart melted when I heard it.

No matter how uncomfortable Mrs. Lin felt, she would not attack the younger generation. Her expression softened a little and said, "Grandma is a little tired. How about we play with Shuangshuang again in the evening?"

Zhang Shuangshuang responded sweetly.

Mrs. Lin turned to Lin Zhiyu and said, "This child is so cute. It reminds me of when you were a child, a little baby with squeaking milk. You chased after me every day, calling me grandma."

"You can take her to eat some pastries later. Children should like it."

"it is good."

Lin Zhiyu glanced at Zhang Liangsheng, who was busy wiping Zhang Shuangshuang's mouth. He seemed to feel Lin Zhiyu's gaze and smiled softly.

Although this Liangsheng has an extremely low sense of existence, it always makes people feel that something is wrong.

Lin Zhiyu withdrew his gaze, feeling a little more wary of Zhang Liangsheng.

This man is probably a smiling tiger.

Zhang Xiuli on the side also lost her appetite: "Old madam, let me accompany you back to your room."

Mrs. Lin didn't even look at Zhang Xiuli and walked away on crutches.

Zhang Xiuli hesitated for a moment, but looking at the mess on the table, she finally followed Mrs. Lin's footsteps.

Zhang Fugui struggled to swallow a large piece of lobster meat. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lin Zhiyu also wanting to get up and leave, and held her down with a greasy hand.

"Niece, I see you haven't eaten much. Sit down and eat some more together."

No matter how stupid Zhang Fugui is, he knows that it is a great shame and humiliation for the host to leave before the guests have finished their meal.

If the servants find out, they will feel that this guest is not taken seriously, and they will naturally not take him too seriously in the future.

Xu's chopsticks were still stained with rice and sauce. She picked up a piece of green vegetable and put it into Lin Zhiyu's bowl: "Eat more. You are too thin. Women need to be strong to have children."

At this time, Lin Zhiyu's patience was about to reach its limit, and she forced a smile: "I'm full, you eat slowly."

Mrs. Xu glared again: "Why, you don't want to see us?"

Xu had obvious bags under his eyes, and his eyes were round. When his eyes stared, they looked particularly scary.

Lin Xiaolian really couldn't bear it: "How can you eat this good meal if you have messed it up?"

"What does it mean to be messed up by us?" Zhang Fugui immediately became angry, "Didn't the big girl even use her chopsticks?"

"When I call you niece, that's because I think highly of you. My real niece is a queen in the palace! Even when the emperor comes, you have to call me uncle!"

Zhang Fugui deliberately made a lot of noise with the bowls and chopsticks to vent his dissatisfaction.

"How dare you, a little maid, speak to me like this? Do you believe it or not, as long as I write a letter, the emperor can raid your home and destroy your nine clans."

Lin Xiaolian was not as sharp-tongued as Mo Ju, and she was trembling with anger at Zhang Fugui's arrogant words.

Lin Zhiyu squeezed Lin Xiaolian's palm to express comfort.

"It seems that you are really shameless and invincible."

Lin Zhiyu's voice dropped a bit, and he pushed the bowl and chopsticks in front of him.