Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 197
Because the big shot flew away from Rongcheng in the evening, Wei Xuan, who had worked overtime for a week, was finally able to go home.

Song Zhiwei was overjoyed, and suddenly regained her energy. She jumped up from the sofa, ran to the kitchen, and made two new stir-fries with the leftover ingredients at noon.

As soon as the dishes were served, Wei Xuan arrived home.

"Wei Xuan." Seeing her son, Lin Qiong greeted her son happily and distressedly, "It's been a hard few days, seeing that you've lost weight again, I'll take you to eat something good and make up for it. "

After speaking, he took Wei Xuan's hand and wanted to go out.

Song Zhiwei, who was standing aside, froze her smile and asked, "Aren't you eating at home? The food is still hot."

"You can just eat it yourself." Lin Qiong said disgustedly, "It's so unpalatable, don't spoil Wei Xuan's stomach."

The smile on Song Zhiwei's face collapsed immediately, the old lady did it on purpose, didn't she stop her from cooking just now if she wasn't eating at home, didn't she intend to quarrel?

Seeing that his mother and wife were about to quarrel, Wei Xuan immediately closed the door and said to Lin Qiong, "Mom, I'm hungry, let's eat at home."

With that said, he strode to the dining table and sat down.

Song Zhiwei was satisfied with Wei Xuan's "wise" choice, and she smiled at Lin Qiong, with an unconcealable pride in her smile.

Seeing that her son was unwilling to go out to eat, Lin Qiong could only give Song Zhiwei a hard look, and ordered like a servant: "Hurry up and serve Wei Xuan food, do you want to starve him to death?"

Hearing this, Wei Xuan immediately bounced off his chair like a spring, and walked into the kitchen to serve himself a meal.

He still didn't dare to be such a "big name", waiting for Song Zhiwei to serve him.

Song Zhiwei was very satisfied with Wei Xuan's self-awareness. She looked at Lin Qiong with a smile on her face, and asked kindly, "Aunt Lin, do you need me to help you serve dinner?"

Lin Qiong was so full of anger from them that he didn't need to eat, so he said, "Go get me a bowl of soup."

He sat down at the dining table angrily.

During the meal, Lin Qiong kept complaining about Song Zhiwei's poor cooking skills, "The fried vegetables are too old, the soup is bland, and the meat can't even be chewed. I really don't know what you cook."

Song Zhiwei didn't bother to listen to her at all, she only cared about one person's opinion.

Staring expectantly at Wei Xuan who was chomping on the food, Song Zhiwei asked, "Is it delicious?"

Wei Xuan nodded without hesitation: "It's delicious."

In order to be more convincing, he took another big mouthful of food into his mouth, and it was delicious.

Song Zhiwei immediately smiled happily.

"I think you are so hungry that you have no sense of taste." Lin Qiong snorted and said coldly.

However, these words could not spoil Song Zhiwei's good mood. She took a piece of braised pork for Wei Xuan and asked, "Is the dish this time better than last time?"

"En." Wei Xuan nodded, and conveniently put a piece of meat into the bowl for her.

With his approval, Song Zhiwei was in a good mood, and the food was especially delicious.

But Lin Qiong was different. Seeing the unscrupulous "show affection" of these two people, she only felt that there was sand in her eyes, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

As soon as the chopsticks were put down, she stood up, "It's so unpalatable, I won't eat it."

Song Zhiwei deliberately asked: "Then let me cook a bowl of noodles for you."

Lin Qiong glared at her. She refused to let her cook just now, but now she is trying to show herself in front of Wei Xuan?
"Hmph, I'm afraid I'll spoil my stomach." After saying a word, Lin Qiong turned and walked away.

It's just right that she's not here, so as not to affect other people's appetite.

Song Zhiwei complained in her heart, and continued to eat with Wei Xuan.

I don't know if Wei Xuan is too hungry or Song Zhiwei's cooking skills have really improved. He solved most of the dishes on the table by himself.

"Don't eat, I'm really struggling, your mother still has to settle accounts with me." Seeing that Wei Xuan had already eaten three bowls of rice, Song Zhiwei hurriedly stopped him.

Wei Xuan put down his chopsticks obediently, and cleaned up the dishes with Song Zhiwei.

When they were about to wash the dishes, Lin Qiong also got into the kitchen, intending to drag Wei Xuan away, "Just let her do the washing. You have worked all day, go sit and rest."

Wei Xuan didn't appreciate Lin Qiong's actions, he stood still, "I'm not tired."

Although Song Zhiwei was very unhappy with Lin Qiong's attitude of treating her as a servant, she also felt sorry for Wei Xuan after a hard day, so she said considerately: "Wei Xuan, you can go and sit outside, the kitchen is not big, and the two of you are getting in the way Yes. Go make me a glass of lemonade."

"Okay." Wei Xuan then went out with Lin Qiong.

As soon as she walked out of the kitchen, Lin Qiong couldn't help complaining to her son: "You, why are you so kind to her? She is supposed to do housework. Could it be that you are still going to serve her?"

Wei Xuan disagreed with Lin Qiong's statement. Although he also believed that women should be in charge of the house, Song Zhiwei is not a full-time housewife, and the two of them should share housework together.

But he didn't want to argue with Lin Qiong, so he silently went to make lemonade for Song Zhiwei.

Seeing her son's "wife slave" appearance, Lin Qiong was even more angry. She snatched the cup from his hand and reprimanded: "Don't make it."

Wei Xuan had been working hard for a week, and when he got home, he wanted to be a "sandwich biscuit" between his mother and wife. At this time, his head hurt a little.

He said speechlessly, "Mom, go and sit down."

"Go and sit for me!" Lin Qiong dragged Wei Xuan to sit on the sofa, not allowing him to do anything.

After Wei Xuan finally went home, she couldn't bear to let him pour water for her, so she won't get Song Zhiwei's girl.

Lin Qiong rolled her eyes and announced, "Just sit and have a good chat with Mom, and other things will be done naturally."

"Someone" naturally refers to Song Zhiwei who was called by her to be a servant.

Wei Xuan sighed helplessly and said, "Mom, don't be prejudiced against Zhiwei anymore. She is a good woman and we are very suitable."

"What do you know?" Lin Qiong glared at him, not wanting to waste time on "meaningless" people, and changed the subject, "Don't mention her, tell mom how your week is going, did you eat on time? No injuries?"

In the living room, Lin Qiong and Wei Xuan were sitting comfortably on the sofa and gossiping about family affairs, while in the kitchen, Song Zhiwei was washing and scrubbing hard with her sleeves rolled up, her arms were sore from exhaustion.

After half an hour, when Song Zhiwei finally cleaned up the kitchen and came out, Lin Qiong said again: "The floor of the dining room is so dirty, don't mop it soon."

But what moved her was not Song Zhiwei, but Wei Xuan.

Wei Xuan immediately stood up and said that he was going to mop the floor.

"Stop!" the two women shouted in unison.

Wei Xuan barely stopped, and stood in the middle of the two women with a little embarrassment.

Song Zhiwei endured it for so long, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

(End of this chapter)