The eldest married as a merchant's wife

Chapter 416 The Story of Epiphyllum (9)
Aunt Hong is a very narrow-minded woman, she loves to care about everything, no one forces her to make clothes for Zai Zai, she likes to do it herself, and when she is done, she will send it over, and she has to silently count how many times you have worn those clothes.Oh, and she'll put a little mark on each piece of clothing, so it's easy to tell if she made it or not.

The number of times was determined by herself secretly, according to the quality of the clothing, she never said it, and she didn't know the exact number.If you don’t wear it enough for her, she will scold you, blame you for being rich, dislike the poor and love the rich, and ruin her efforts; Boss Geng loves his daughter-in-law so much, and now at home, she is a young mistress, so delicate. Look, I made all the clothes on the three little wolf cubs."

It's as if Xiuhe didn't make clothes for the baby, because no one would know that her daughter-in-law is spoiled by her son-in-law.

Longtai's tone was cold enough, and the aura around him interpreted the same sentence: It's best to stay away from me.It seems that he seldom talks to others, and his voice is hoarse and deep.One moment, Xiuhe was worried about Longtai beating Doudou, but the next second she saw him asking about clothes, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing his clothing and appearance, and his face similar to the emperor, he quickly responded humbly: "My lord, she is the child's god-grandmother, she loves the three brothers and sisters very much, and she made all the clothes and socks on her body today. "

"Grandmother...... Oh, who is grandma then?" Long Tai's tone was flat, and there seemed to be something sinister on his face, and the corners of his lips curled up leisurely.

"She is my mother's good sister, her name is Ahong." Xiuhe didn't know why.

"Ah Hong..." Longtai's eyes were lighted, but he suppressed his voice and continued to induce: "Then what about her own grandson, why is she so idle, just making clothes for your kid?"

"Back to the lord, she is my godmother, her son Erdan is only eight years old, and her grandson is still early...Why, lord, you seem to know her?" Xiuhe raised her chin, her eyes slightly puzzled.

The daughter's delicate face and beautiful eyes are like a splash of water, clear and transparent, and the mist is vast.An actress who looks too much like her, her mind is too clean, she can tell the truth after a few tricks.

"Eight years old... Heh, it sounds really good." Long Tai turned his gaze away from Xiuhe, and whispered something to himself, and the voice from the old days lingered in his ears again——

"Hey, I can warn you, you should make it clear to that Godfather Duo later on, just say that I, Ah Hong, told him not to provoke Xiao Yansheng, that actor's heart is too sincere, you can't play with him, you Tell him not to hurt her."—

There are three floors above and below the happy building, and the floors are noisy and lively. The higher you go, the more favored you are.She is in the middle room on the third floor, at the age of twenty-eight, she is as charming as a flowery branch.Leaning on the edge of the table with her plump buttocks pouted, she kept sewing in her hands, but she talked more than she embroidered.

You lifted your gown and sat down beside her, held your fan and asked her with a smile: "Ah Hong, what are you embroidering?"

She became mysterious: "You don't care what I embroider, I don't know, the pattern I borrowed from my sister is for you anyway."

He didn't ask, the young man was really good-tempered at that time, knowing that the handkerchief was for him, he secretly hid his joy.

Born with a slight lameness and without the help of his mother, he was the most unfavorable prince in the deep palace since he was a child.The capital slaps the land, and every time there are flowers and wine to socialize, the girls just pester the other brothers in the circle, never turning a blind eye to him.People came and went, drinking and drinking mixed with laughter and cursing, he sat alone in the bustle, like an unrelated spectator.

(End of this chapter)