Meng Yan's Transformation

"No, no! Even if my mom hadn't forced me to come, I would have wanted to come and have a good talk with you. I feel from the bottom of my heart that I was wrong. But I don't know what I should do or what I should say to make you forgive me! How can I make you trust me again!"

As Liu Wei spoke, he looked at Zhan Yingying anxiously.

"Sister Yingying, please stop forcing Brother Liu San. He has blisters in his mouth from the inflammation. He's not pretending. If you don't believe me, just look at him."

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she pointed at the blisters at the corners of Liu Wei's mouth.

"Eat this bowl of rice first, and then I'll have a good chat with you."

While Zhan Yingying was speaking, she served Liu Wei a bowl of rice and placed it in front of him.

"Okay! Okay! I'll eat..."

While Liu Wei was talking, he took the rice that Zhan Yingying had served him and began to eat it voraciously. However, he grimaced in pain with every bite, but his face was full of smiles, and he would steal a glance at Zhan Yingying from time to time.

"Brother Liu San, why do you only eat rice and no vegetables? You need to eat more vegetables, so that it is nutritious and can heal your mouth ulcer quickly."

Zhan Mengyan smiled as she spoke.

"I eat everything! I eat everything!"

When Liu Wei spoke, he wished he could swallow the whole bowl of rice. Suddenly, his face turned red, his eyes widened, and he beat his chest frantically. He suddenly froze, his neck stretched out like a strangled duck, and he jumped on the spot with his hands on his throat, like a malfunctioning robot.

"Drink some water! Drink some water!..."

While Zhan Mengyan was speaking, she hurriedly poured a cup of tea for Liu Wei.

Liu Wei drank the tea and swallowed the food that was stuck in his throat.

"Yingying, I...I've finished eating and I'm full. Can we have a good chat?!"

While Liu Wei was speaking, he wiped the tea hanging from the corner of his mouth and looked at Zhan Yingying with anxious and longing eyes.

"Liu Wei, why are you so anxious? I almost choked to death just now! I'm not going to suddenly disappear from the face of the earth! You should take a break first. I have to clean up the table and the dishes..."

When Zhan Yingying was speaking, she looked at Liu Wei's face which was flushed red from choking. She felt it was a little funny, but she felt a little distressed in her heart.

"Yingying, go to the west room and talk. Don't quarrel. If you have anything to say, talk it out nicely. Zhan Mengyan is back. Ask her to clean up the table and dishes."

While Yunqing was speaking, she pushed Fan Yingying away with her hand, signaling her to go away quickly.

Zhan Yingying walked towards the west room, and Liu Wei followed closely behind.

"I haven't finished eating yet. I'll clean up after I finish."

As Zhan Zixun spoke, he placed the braised pork ribs in front of him.

"I didn't clean up your dishes. I clean up mine, and you eat yours. No one will snatch it from you."

While Zhan Mengyan was talking, she picked up the dishes used by others and took them to the kitchen to wash them.

Yunqing also went to the kitchen and cleaned up with Zhan Mengyan.

To the left of the kitchen is the west room, which is Zhan Yingying's boudoir in the summer. In the winter, when it gets cold, Zhan Yingying also moves to the inner suite of the east room to save energy.

Today, in order to give Liu Wei and Zhan Yingying a chance to be alone, Yunqing cleaned up the west room and heated the kang.

Yunqing was worried that the west room had not been occupied for a long time and was not warm enough.

"Mengyan, please add more firewood to the west stove. I feel the temperature in the west room is still a little low. Liu Wei and Zhan Yingying should stop chatting. They will catch a cold. Being cold will make people irritable and restless. A warm room will make people feel comfortable. Only then can they talk things over and solve problems more easily. Add more water to the pot. Don't let it dry out."

As Yunqing spoke, she added water to the pot.

"Mom is so thoughtful. Burn more water so I can use it to wash clothes. Warm water is cleaner than cold water. Mom, do you think your sister Yingying can forgive Liu Wei? Can they reconcile?"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, the fire in the stove burned brightly.