Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Wangshu didn't say anything either. She picked up the comb and shook her arms. How could she dress up like this on a day like today?

He had no choice but to try his luck. He drank honey water, washed and changed his clothes. The double-wrapped dress he had originally planned to wear was replaced by a tighter green three-wrapped fishtail dress by the guilty man.

"Hmm..." Wangshu took a breath, and Qin Xiuyuan immediately admitted his mistake, "I'll be gentler... gentler..." He slowly tightened the belt, tied a knot, and tied a string of pearls for her to hold her steps, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles. At this moment, he was even glad that Wangshu herself didn't have high requirements for clothing, so he could get away with it.

On her left hand was a ruby ​​bracelet, on her right a tourmaline ring, and drop-shaped gemstone earrings. Her hair was carefully combed. Since they had slept together in bed, he knew that the first thing that would spoil the fun was pulling her short hair, so he always controlled the pressure when combing her hair.

Fortunately, while he was busy, Wangshu also tried hard to lightly draw her eyebrows, slowly put on some rouge, and pursed her red lips, which looked extraordinary. She looked at people with a little madness from the corner of her eyes, but turned her face away so that she wouldn't be annoyed.

Qin Xiuyuan was glared at and became furious. He washed his face with cold water again, "You look like this, I..."

It's really useful, and I'm so excited.

He took another sip of honey water.

But who was Ji's mother? When she came over to urge them, she could see at a glance that Wangshu still had a hint of love between his eyebrows and in the corners of his eyes. "Wangshu, you're dressed so sloppily!"

She pushed Wangshu into the room and changed her from head to toe. She put on her best-kept light red Hu clothing with a waistband, a pearl belt and ring, doubled the rouge, and dotted her face with red plum blossom patterns, fiery red lips, ruby ​​earrings, red jade bracelets, and tourmaline strings. She tied her hair up on top of her head. With her skillful hands, she strung pearls around the bottom of her flying bun. The overall outfit was bright and luxurious, yet innocent and cute, in line with Wangshu's usual unexpected and casual dressing style.

Seeing her daughter depressed, Ji's mother pleaded for the murderer: "You have been living a good life these days, and he is in a period of high energy and passion. It is inevitable that he will be reckless in the room. Shushu, please forgive your son-in-law this time."

What could she do? Her mother's outfit concealed that disgusting "loved hard" look, but in reality, she wasn't really that cruel. Even though she was... nearly losing her soul, she was actually just trying to force her way through the door without controlling her strength... In fact, she didn't torture her...

What does it matter if she has a handsome man with her useless body? He can reach her limits with just a slight move.

"understood."

As soon as he spoke, Ji's mother, who was frightened, arranged for a "toothache" caused by the growth of wisdom teeth.

When Ji's father heard that his daughter had a toothache early in the morning, he quickly brought up the birthday boy, Ji Laoer, who was dressed in a red jacket and red cotton pants from head to toe, and said, "Le Le, come and give your sister a hug!"

Wangshu turned a corner halfway, not wanting to be spitted at by Ji Laoer. Ji's mother glared at her husband and said, "Shushu is putting on powder!" She turned to her son-in-law who was busy setting the table and ladle soup and said, "Xiuyuan, there are too many people here today, so I'll have to trouble you to take Lele and spend more time with Shushu." The little baby was wearing gold, silver and pearl necklaces, afraid of attracting attention.

Mother Ji brought half a bowl of minced meat porridge to feed Shushu. Ji Laoer, who was fed a whole bowl of porridge by his brother-in-law, saw that his sister was eating slowly and refused to swallow properly. She kept holding it in her mouth and playing with it. Wangshu glared at her. Then Red Boy Ji Laoer quickened his pace and swallowed it very quickly. After swallowing, he opened his mouth and waited. Soon he was half a bowl of porridge ahead of his sister.

Qin Xiuyuan, who had nothing to do and looked particularly guilty, said: "...Ji Laoer, please swallow slowly..."

There's no idle master, and no lazy servant. Both families' servants were bustling with activity. Early in the morning, Tang Bo and Zhang San were hauling cartloads of rented tables and chairs home. Ji Shou summoned a few nimble little monkeys to clean the spotless West Wing once more, sweeping the snow-covered veranda before it even settled. They unloaded the tables and chairs, wiping them clean and shining them twice before moving them to the wing and placing them neatly. Qin Xiuyuan, holding Ji Laoer in one hand and Wangshu in the other, saw these eleven- or twelve-year-old boys, literally, leveling things with ropes...

He called Ji Shou over, pointed to the corner, and asked him to light the brazier quickly.

"Miss, this will work, they won't be cold. I'll tell them to order right away as soon as the guests arrive."

Wangshu glanced at Qin Xiuyuan.

"Ji Shou, it's time now. We're here to welcome our guests today." Qin Xiuyuan instructed him, "Be careful today. The blankets in the main room must not be stained by snow. Unless we bring them, you can't enter."

Wangshu reminded him, "Dad and Mom."

You are not allowed to enter your parents' room. You can only move around in the hall when the banquet is held.

"The roads are slippery in the snow, so it's okay if you serve the food slowly. Just walk steadily."

Ji Shouyi nodded, "Don't worry, Miss and son-in-law."

The most important thing is that the soles of shoes are stained with snow or mud from outside. Wangshu said a few words to Qin Xiuyuan, and Qin Xiuyuan quickly asked Ji Shou to bring some wooden boards and a few straw mats and put them at the entrances. "The roads are slippery due to snow and water. Please remind guests to shake off the snow and use the boards and straw mats to clean the soles of their shoes."

With Nanny Xia in charge, the kitchen was perfectly organized. Seeing a handsome man and beautiful woman carrying the crying Red Boy in their arms, she quickly brought a bowl of egg custard to Wangshu, "It's not too hot. If you have a toothache, eat the tender egg custard. Don't leave hungry."

There were all kinds of fragrant braised meats, two steaming five-layer steamers, the gurgling sound of washing rice, the bubbling hot water, the soaked black fungus, the chicken being chopped quickly on the chopping board, the quickly stirred egg liquid, the cleanly washed Persian vegetables, bean sprouts and cabbage, the jumping flames, the frying pan, everything was new and exciting. Red Boy Ji Lao Er was so excited that he wanted to go to the ground, "I want... I want..."

In addition to the egg custard, Wangshu also served a bowl of braised pig lungs and placed it at the tip of Ji Laoer's nose, attracting her attention to the aroma.

This is preparing to perform again.

The people in the kitchen burst into laughter.

The pig lung slices were brought back to the main room. Naturally, Wangshu, who was often sick, ate them. Ji Laoer, who tried his best, only licked his chopsticks a few times and ate half a bowl of egg custard.

After a while, Qin Xiuyuan, who had eaten half a bowl of egg custard, went to bring back a bowl of pig lung slices and a bowl of chicken blood cubes.

"Mammy will make you chicken blood soup first. She told you to let it cool before eating." Wangshu loved eating tender pieces of chicken blood, so Mammy took note of it and made both egg custard and blood soup.

It's not a real toothache. Wangshu burped, and Red Boy, who had eaten a small piece of blood, imitated him and let out an "Ouch!"

"Ji Lao Er is so annoying!"

Qin Xiuyuan couldn't help laughing. Ji Laoer liked to imitate Wangshu's movements and was very naughty.

Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, he apologized again. "Shushu, I was wrong."

He's the best at apologizing. "What's wrong?"

… “I shouldn’t have done that…”

"Shut up." What she wanted was attitude, not the truth.

Wangshu touched up the rouge on her tongue and smeared it on Ji Laoer's face as he came closer. Her big fat face turned into a big fat longevity peach.