Tell Daddy, Mommy is not a bad person

Xia Wan begged hard, but old Mr. Bai was indifferent and turned his back to her.

An indifferent hoarse voice floated faintly: "Girl, don't waste your time, and you don't have to come back tomorrow. Even if you stay and wait for me until I recover, I won't help you."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Bai Hua closed his eyes and stopped looking at Xia Wan.

The old man's words were like a basin of cold water poured down from the top of his head, and Xia Wan's heart also cooled down.

She hesitated to speak, but finally pressed her lips tightly, swallowing more words back into her stomach.

Such details as cheongsam piping and flower buttons are not difficult for the old man, but the old man refused straight away, looking a little heartless.

But Xia Wan thought about it carefully, this kind of thing can't be forced. Since Mr. Bai is not willing, she can't force it.

"Okay, Mr. Bai."

Xia Wan muffled her reply, although she was a little disappointed, her hoarse voice was still as peaceful and gentle as ever.

In the early morning of the next day, Xia Wan was preparing to return to Dongsheng Factory after taking care of Mr. Bai to wash up.

Someone from the Lu residence brought breakfast, it was Lu Fengqiao who Xia Wan was familiar with.

Old Master Bai called in a low voice: "Girl, stay and have breakfast together before leaving."

Xia Wan glanced at Lu Fengqiao, seeing Xiao Shu for two days, she also wanted to ask Lu Fengqiao about her daughter.

In an instant, Xia Wan changed her mind, responded muffledly, and stayed to pack up the dining board and have breakfast with Mr. Bai.

"This white porridge is really unpalatable. It doesn't smell like meat at all. The cooks in your Lu's residence are only skilled in this skill, and Mr. Lu also pays him a salary?"

Lu Fengqiao's face turned red and then pale, and she pursed her lips: "I cooked the porridge. Mr. Bai, our Lu family didn't specially hire a foreign cook, and their skills are not good. Please forgive me."

Because she knew that Bai Hua was an old friend of Mr. Lu for many years, otherwise Mr. Lu would not have entrusted Lu Fengqiao with the job of delivering meals.

Although Lu Fengqiao's attitude was very polite, Mr. Bai still had a sullen and unhappy expression.

"I'm not picky about what I eat. Even white steamed buns are fine for home-cooked dishes, but if you cook them well, look at your porridge. The rice soup is still clear water. How can people eat it? If you still cook like this at noon and night, I'd rather Don't eat when you're hungry..."

Lu Fengqiao's complexion became more embarrassing, and her usually indifferent fair cheeks were also covered with a layer of blush due to embarrassment.

"Understood, Mr. Bai."

Xia Wan, on the other hand, ate up the porridge discarded by old Mr. Bai, neatly packed the lunch box and handed it back to Lu Fengqiao.

She casually asked in a low voice: "Sister Qiao, how is Xiaoshu these two days?"

Lu Fengqiao glanced at her gratefully, and nodded: "Xiaoshu is doing very well in the Lu residence. She is very obedient and smart. Miss Xia doesn't have to worry about her. In comparison, you should worry more about yourself. "

Hearing this, Xia Wan also nodded gratefully.

"Thank you, Miss Qiao. I'm afraid that for a long time, Xiaoshu will have to trouble you to take care of me. No matter what happened, you are Xiaoshu's aunt. I know she likes you too..."

"I will."

Although their conversation was very soft, it still floated clearly into Mr. Bai's ears.

Bai Hua squinted her eyes and glanced at her head casually, pretending she didn't hear anything.

Xia Wan and Lu Fengqiao bid farewell to Mr. Bai one after another, and left Mr. Bai's ward one after another.