Did the actress get divorced today?

Chapter 208
When changing clothes just now, You Qian found a new set of clothes for her son, and now she came out of the water, wiped off the water drops on her son, and began to dress him.

After a period of time, her way of dressing was a little rusty, Song Zhicheng stood aside and watched, and did not help.

Song Gungun is not that honest, he won't obediently wait for you to get dressed, the most dishonest part of his day is probably the time after bathing, because the chubby guy loves to take a bath, so there is still time left, right?

After much difficulty, she dressed her son neatly. When You Qian turned her head, she saw Song Zhicheng standing straight in front of her, dripping with water...

You Qian turned her face away, deliberately ignoring it.

Song Zhicheng's dark eyes darkened, he thought she would help him put on, even if he couldn't, he didn't ask too much, at the very least, it would be good to hear her tell him to put on his clothes quickly so as not to catch a cold.

You Qian picked up Song Gungun and was about to leave.

Song Zhicheng couldn't think so much, he hurriedly picked up the bath towel, wiped his body, put on his clothes, and followed the footsteps of the mother and son in front of him.

When leaving the swimming pool, you must pass through a small bamboo forest.In the small bamboo grove at this time, the butler happened to be digging bamboo shoots with two people, when he saw Song Zhicheng and You Xiaoxiao greeted him with a smile: "Master, madam, has the young master finished swimming yet?"

"Yes." Song Zhicheng nodded, and glanced at the housekeeper.

The butler had listened to Song Zhicheng's orders and waited here deliberately in order to meet the two of them by chance, so he smiled and said, "Now is the season when bamboo shoots are abundant. In the past, when the old man was at home, he loved visiting small bamboo forests and digging bamboo shoots the most. Then ask Aunt He to cook braised bamboo shoots in oil. Now that the old man and Aunt He are not here, I don’t know how to get rid of these bamboo shoots.”

After sighing, the housekeeper stared at You Qian with burning eyes, and said, "Madam, I remember that Aunt He taught you the skill of making braised bamboo shoots in oil. The old man ate it and praised that it was very good."

You Qian smiled and didn't answer.

Song Zhicheng snorted.

The housekeeper cleared his throat, and said directly: "Madam, why don't you make one for lunch? These fresh bamboo shoots are just dug out, so it's good to eat them while they are still tender."

"Oh! It's a pity not to eat it while it's fresh."

"Ma'am, I remember that you haven't eaten bamboo shoots from Xiaozhulin for a long time. I'll ask someone to clean them up and send them to the kitchen?" the housekeeper asked tentatively.

You Qian glanced at Song Zhicheng, who was expressionless.

The two communicated silently. The butler saw him and asked with a smile, "Master, do you want to add a bamboo shoot at noon?"

Song Zhicheng said lightly, "Whatever you want."

casual?Ever since I was a child, the young master has loved braised bamboo shoots the most. If it weren't for this, the old man would not have planted a bamboo forest himself, but now the young master says it's casual, which is really insincere.After hearing this, the housekeeper twitched the corner of his mouth, pointed to a pile of bamboo shoots, and said, "Then I'll send someone to the kitchen." After a slight pause, he continued regretfully, "It's the current chef in our kitchen who can't cook bamboo shoots. Braised bamboo shoots in oil are as delicious as Aunt He's."

Song Zhicheng glanced at You Qian from the corner of his eye, but You Qian didn't respond.

The housekeeper has already made it so clear, why hasn't she responded yet?Didn't you understand?Impossible... She is not such a blank person.

Therefore, there is only one reason, that is, unwillingness to do it for yourself.

Thinking of this, Song Zhicheng suddenly felt very irritable, with low air pressure all over his body.

The housekeeper obviously sensed the coldness coming from Song Zhicheng's body, sighed, and said to You Qian who was standing beside him, "Madam, please cook a braised bamboo shoot in oil at noon."

You Qian smiled and said, "Well, I'll go later." After speaking, she hugged Song Gungun and left.

The butler smiled.

The gloom that had just gathered in Song Zhicheng's chest dissipated all of a sudden, looking at You Qian's slender back leaving, there were smiles in the corners of his eyes and brows.

The child's energy was low, and Song Gungun, who played in the water, quickly closed his eyes and fell into a sound sleep. You Qian put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and went downstairs.

Song Zhicheng followed into the room and saw that You Qian hadn't spoken to him, and was a little depressed. Fortunately, he knew that she was going into the kitchen to cook for him, so he became happy again, turned around and went into the study. He didn't finish some business matters in the morning. Bring it home, ready to finish at home.

When you get busy, you forget about time.

After receiving the call from the housekeeper, Song Zhicheng looked up and saw that it was already meal time, he closed the file, and before leaving the study, he walked around to the bedroom to take a look at his son.

Song Gungun slept soundly, Song Zhicheng didn't wake him up, turned around and went downstairs.

The dining table was already filled with exquisite dishes, many of which were Song Zhicheng's favorites. Song Zhicheng's tense face relaxed, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

The housekeeper pointed at it with a smile, and said, "These dishes you like to eat, young master, are all cooked by your wife. You should eat more later, young master."

The curvature of the corners of Song Zhicheng's mouth became wider and wider, and when his eyes turned to Youqian, those shining black pupils shone brightly and dazzled.

Song Zhicheng's emotions have always been restrained, and it is rare to show them out. It is rare to see such a happy face now. The housekeeper felt very happy when he saw Song Zhicheng like this. When he turned his head, he saw You Qian was just sitting quietly, with no expression on his face. Expressionless, the housekeeper felt worried.

Song Zhicheng sat down.

The two faced each other and began to eat.

The dining table was very silent, You Qian ate very restrainedly, his eyes were only on the table and the bowls and chopsticks, and he didn't look at Song Zhicheng. When Song Zhicheng was eating elegantly, he would occasionally glance at You Qian sideways.

The butler observed from Song Zhicheng's unhurried but never paused movements when eating, and knew that Song Zhicheng was eating very happily.

When eating halfway, You Qian suddenly put down her chopsticks.

Song Zhicheng looked at her, and asked with a sullen face, "Why don't you eat?"

You Qian said, "I'm full."

Song Zhicheng frowned slightly and pursed his lips.

The butler quickly smoothed things over and said, "Madam, you can eat some more."

You Qian shook his head.

Song Zhicheng said coldly: "A stomach like a kitten, no wonder you are so thin." In fact, he prefers the rounder You Qian. In high school, her figure developed rapidly. Flesh, unfortunately, these years, as I get older, I get longer and thinner.Finally, when she was pregnant, she grew some flesh, and before he had time to hug her, she succeeded in losing weight all of a sudden.

The housekeeper tried to persuade him again, but You Qian stopped moving his chopsticks.

Song Zhicheng's face darkened again and again, and he ate in silence with his head bowed.

When Song Zhicheng stopped his chopsticks, You Qian saw that he had stopped moving, and said, "Are you full? I have something to discuss with you."

Song Zhicheng's fingers shook slightly, inexplicably feeling that what he heard later would definitely not be what he wanted to hear.

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