Sweet wife is hard to spoil: Husband, I want to return it

Chapter 553 Returning to the Wen Family 8
Old lady Wen gave Wen Zongqi a sideways look.

"It's said that mothers don't think children are ugly. Mom, how can you say that about your son and grandson?" Wen Zongqi looked at the old lady with an aggrieved expression, "My son and I just imagined you begging for a bowl of hot soup. Call us animals?"

"Uncle, be good, don't make trouble."

Shen Ruohuan suddenly handed the bowl in his hand to Wen Zongqi, "I reserved two mouthfuls for you and Cousin Yue, so you can try it too!"

"Forget it, you'd better drink it yourself!"

Seeing that there was obviously more than half a bowl of chicken soup left, Wen Zongqi consciously refused her kindness before the old man or the old lady could stop her. Unfortunately, Shen Ruohuan didn't want him to get his wish so easily. Enjoy, share the difficulties!
"Uncle, are you despising me?"

Shen Ruohuan was holding the bowl in her hand, with an aggrieved and disappointed expression on her face.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Wen, who was in the main seat, was about to speak to comfort her, but was stopped by Mrs. Wen.

He looked at the scene in front of him with excitement.

Seeing Mrs. Wen looking over, he couldn't help but shook his head at her, and said in a low voice, "Look first before we talk."

Wen Ziyue on the other side also watched this scene with interest.

The bull devil king in the family is finally able to be subdued by someone, which is simply a miracle in the world.

How could he not be excited?
It's just that Wen Zongqi's gloating look on his face is so dazzling?

If he remembers correctly, he seems to be one of the parties involved in the incident, right?
It's a pity that Ruohuan's eyes can't see, and she has no chance to see this rather subtle scene in the hall, but even if her eyes can't see, she can still feel it a little bit.

"Silly girl, what have you been thinking about all day?" Wen Zongqi touched her head, and pushed back the hand she had been holding up in mid-air and refused to take it back. What about myself!"

"Liar!"

Shen Ruohuan pouted, and pushed the bowl out again.

"Anyway, if you don't drink the soup today, you're despising me."

"Must drink? Can't you not drink?"

Seeing her stubborn look, Wen Zongqi couldn't help shaking his head.

What is shooting yourself in the foot?
Now he knows it.

"Yes, you must drink it." Shen Ruohuan nodded heavily, "Unless you admit that what you told me before is a lie!"

"Since you have said so, then I will not refuse, just drink!"

Wen Zongqi took the bowl she handed over with a firm heart, smelling the tangy aroma of medicine, with a heroic expression on his face.

The old lady Wen was dumbfounded, but she just ignored his look of pleading for help.

"Uncle, don't drink it all at once, save some for Cousin Yue!"

Shen Ruohuan suppressed a smile, and "kindly" reminded Wen Zongqi.

"Am I being shot while lying down?"

Wen Ziyue, who was innocently named, looked at the bowl that Wen Zongqi handed over with a bitter face.

The tangy smell of medicine gave him a headache.

"You drank all the rest, no matter how you say it's all the wishes of your grandma and Mengmeng, you can't live up to it!"

Wen Zongqi had a strange expression on his face, which made Wen Ziyue's heart tremble.

The old lady Wen who had been watching the show suddenly said, "Ziyue, since your uncle has drunk it, you should too!"

"Yes, grandma!"

Wen Zi glanced at her more, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and drank all the remaining chicken soup in the bowl in one gulp.

"what about the taste?"

Seeing him with his eyes closed and his lips pursed, Mrs. Wen couldn't help being a little curious.

"The taste...uh, endless aftertaste!"

Wen Ziyue's expression was very strange.

The moment he ate the chicken soup, he understood why his uncle's expression was so strange.

"In that case, let me pour you another bowl!"

Old lady Wen suppressed a smile, stood up from the chair, and made a gesture to pour him another bowl of chicken soup, so frightened that Wen Zi jumped up from the chair, and quickly reached out to stop old lady Wen, "Grandma, My body is already strong enough, I really don’t need to make up any more!”

Old lady Wen tilted her head and looked over his shoulder at Wen Zongqi, who was pouting secretly, "Then, Zongqi, do you want more?"

"Mom, did you cook this chicken soup?"

Wen Zongqi looked at Mrs. Wen with a troubled face, as if he wanted to say something, but it was a bit difficult to say.

The bottom of my heart has already secretly smiled.

This old lady wanted to get rid of him, just when he didn't know?

"Yes!" Mrs. Wen nodded, "Didn't you like to drink the chicken soup that your mother made for you?"

"Then...have you ever tasted it before?"

"Soup...is it hard to drink?"

Wen Zongqi looked at the old lady in disbelief.

Old Mrs. Wen's face collapsed in an instant, with a look of displeasure, "It seems that people are really useless when they are old. Even after cooking chicken soup, my son dislikes it!"

"Mom, you are really enough."

Wen Zongqi took a sip from the tea cup beside him, diluting the bitterness in his mouth.

For the old lady's acting, he didn't accept it at all.

And Shen Ruohuan at the side just quietly listened to the scene in front of her, and didn't answer casually.

The slightly raised corners of her mouth revealed her good mood.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wen stopped teasing them, and returned to the main seat.

He looked at them with a dignified and loving smile.

"This chicken soup contains the anti-fetal medicine prescribed by Lao Feng to Mengmeng. The medicine is bitter in nature and bland in taste," Mrs. Wen burst into a smile when she saw Wen Zongqi and Wen Ziyue's strange expressions, revealing without any concealment. Expressing her good mood, "It is a great tonic decoction specially prepared for pregnant women."

Wen Zongqi turned around and saw Shen Ruohuan snickering: "Stinky girl, did you already guess it?"

"Uncle, don't worry, except for the pregnant women, you all drank the same soup, no, you can ask grandpa, he must be the first to drink the soup?"

Without any guilt, Shen Ruohuan dragged Mr. Wen who was watching the play into the water.

When Mr. Wen heard her words, his face froze instantly.

"Mom, are you credited?"

Wen Zongqi looked at the smiling old lady Wen and kept winking at Mr. Wen.

"Girl, yes, you have made progress, and you know that you have dragged your grandfather into the water together."

"Grandpa, did I guess right?"

Shen Ruohuan accepted Mr. Wen's compliment very calmly.

Mr. Wen stared at Mrs. Wen, "What do you think?"

"If you want me to tell you, grandma must have brought you a bowl of chicken soup as soon as it was ready, and asked you to taste how it tastes?"

Although she couldn't see with her eyes, she could still feel the pampering of Mrs. Wen from Mrs. Wen's communication with Mrs. Wen.

(End of this chapter)