My husband is pure and has few desires, but I gave birth to three children in a row

Lan smiled and said, "Okay, okay, whatever you say. What else do you want to eat? We have some pickled duck feet and duck tongues in the kitchen. Would you like some too? It should be just the right time."

Lu Zhenzhen's mouth watered after hearing what Lan said. She nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

The people serving nearby had already taken note of what their masters said while they were talking.

After waiting for a while, and seeing that Lan and Lu Zhenzhen had no other requests, he hurried back to the kitchen to give them instructions.

He completely forgot to ask for the opinions of Fu Zhiyi and Fu Heyin.

Fu Heyin had long been accustomed to this situation over time and did not dare to protest or say a word. He touched his nose and followed Lan cautiously.

He was afraid that Lan would discover him and would not let him follow her into the main room.

Fu Zhiyi is better than Fu Heyin. At least Lu Zhenzhen remembers his taste.

That spicy side dish was ordered for him.

He glanced at Fu Heyin and wondered what he had been doing earlier! It was too late to show his courtesy now!

Unlike him, he is devoted to Zhenzhen. Zhenzhen has him in her heart and thinks about him all the time. She even remembers his taste when eating chicken noodle soup.

Zhenzhen is so nice to him!

Lu Zhenzhen had no idea what Fu Zhiyi behind her was thinking.

She wanted to eat something spicy, simply because the meal today, although delicious, was too greasy.

I want to eat something spicy and refreshing appetizer at this moment.

If I knew, I would just shake my head. It's another day for my love-brained husband to conquer himself.

The chicken noodle soup arrived promptly.

After cooking the old hen soup for a day, the yellow chicken fat on the top was skimmed off, leaving the clear chicken soup.

Four small bowls were served, each containing only a handful of silver noodles, sprinkled with a layer of finely chopped green onions.

The soup is clear, the noodles are white and green.

It looks very refreshing.

The chicken soup is fragrant and the smell makes me hungry.

The people in the kitchen were not stupid either. When the third room ordered noodles, they only gave them noodles.

Along with the noodles, there were also a few side dishes, all of which were refreshing and easy to digest.

It was accompanied by some cold shredded chicken with a little chili oil sent from the small kitchen, a dish of three cold shredded vegetables, a plate of pickled duck feet, and a plate of pickled duck tongues.

Lu Zhenzhen took a sip of the chicken soup first. It was so delicious that she wanted to swallow her tongue.

The noodles are just right, smooth and chewy.

Have another portion of cold shredded chicken, it’s spicy and very appetizing.

He ate without making a sound.

Lu Zhenzhen only knew that when she was a corporate slave, she could never eat enough or well at banquets.

I didn’t expect that after coming here, I still couldn’t eat well.

Nothing beats a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup here.

Not to mention Lu Zhenzhen who ate without saying a word, the third master Fu Heyin and Fu Zhiyi were even more focused, scooping out all the noodles in their bowls with just a few chopsticks.

They had been drinking all day and didn't feel anything at first, but when the chicken soup went down their throats, their stomachs came back to life.

Everyone finished a bowl, but they still felt unsatisfied.

Fortunately, the servants knew from the looks of the Third Master Fu Heyin and Fu Zhiyi that they did not have enough to eat, so they asked the kitchen to quickly prepare two large bowls of noodles and bring them over.

There was more than enough chicken soup, and the father and son had a rare tacit understanding. They each took half and divided the chicken soup and noodles until they were all gone.

Even at the end, most of the side dishes on the table were eaten.

After eating, the four of them touched their stomachs with rosy faces, feeling so comfortable.

The third master Fu Heyin looked at this scene, and for some reason, his eyes suddenly became hot.

How come this scene of a loving father and filial son, with the whole family sitting together for dinner, seems so like a beautiful dream?

If this is really a dream, let's wake up from it later?

The third master Fu Heyin closed his eyes to hide the tears in his eyes.

Sure enough, the beautiful dream was soon shattered.

Lan checked the time and said coldly, "It's getting late. Everyone go back to your rooms! I need to rest too!"

Lu Zhenzhen and Fu Zhiyi naturally stood up to leave.

The third master Fu Heyin still wants to blame others.

He opened his eyes and met the oppressive gazes of Fu Zhiyi, the filial son, and Lu Zhenzhen, the filial daughter-in-law, and stood up with a wronged look.

He looked at Lan unwillingly. Just drive his son and daughter-in-law away. Why drive him away?

Lan rolled her eyes: "Not leaving? Then I'll go live with Zhenzhen--"

This man, can't he just be kind to me?

I let him into the house today for the sake of chicken noodle soup, and now you want more?

Pooh! Beautiful thought!

As soon as these words were spoken, both Fu Heyin and Fu Zhiyi, father and son, changed their expressions.

Fu Zhiyi glared at Fu Heyin, what an eyesore!

Seeing that the three people were looking at him with unfriendly eyes, Fu Heyin lowered his head silently and moved out step by step.

Fu Zhiyi showed impatience in his eyes. He took two steps forward and grabbed Fu Heyin's arm. "Master, why do you seem to have difficulty walking? It's okay. Let me, your son, help you—"

After saying that, without waiting for Fu Heyin to react, he picked him up and walked out of the main room in a few steps, and directly took him to the wing room where Fu Heyin lived.

He pushed the door open, pushed the person in, and then closed the door behind him.

He even said politely outside, "The master drank too much today and is now sleeping! Don't disturb the master's rest, do you hear me?"

The maids and servants in the yard all tried to suppress their laughter and answered yes in unison.

Fu Zhiyi then clapped his hands, turned around to hold Lu Zhenzhen's hand, and said goodbye to Lan.

Lan's mouth twitched twice. She wanted to say something but was too lazy to do so. She waved her hand, signaling the two to leave quickly.

Lu Zhenzhen looked at Lan's expression, chuckled, and quickly left with Fu Zhiyi.

After leaving the yard, the two slowed down their pace. After all, they had just eaten chicken noodle soup, so taking a walk was just the right way to help digest the food.

The maids were holding lights in front. Fu Zhiyi took one and personally shone it under Lu Zhenzhen's feet, for fear that she would step on a stone or something.

The maids and servants in front and behind all tactfully stepped back several steps.

Lu Zhenzhen then whispered, "Such a big thing happened, and the eldest and old wives didn't show up?"

Fu Zhiyi leaned close to Lu Zhenzhen's ear, his hot breath carrying a not-too-unpleasant smell of alcohol hitting her ear: "The eldest mistress and the eldest master are on the verge of a falling out. It's good enough that they didn't take the opportunity to attack Lun Ge'er. Why would they care?"

"Besides, if we really take care of this matter, what if the third brother and his wife bite back? Wouldn't that be disgusting?"

"What's more, the eldest wife has been poisoned, and the eldest sister-in-law has also been poisoned. They haven't been detoxified yet and are bedridden. How can they have the energy to take care of it?"

Lu Zhenzhen rubbed her itchy ears and glared at Fu Zhiyi: "Then the old lady doesn't care? This is about Brother Lun."

Fu Zhiyi smiled slightly: "Who said that the old ancestor didn't care? If the old ancestor took action, would this mansion be able to wait for us to return so quietly? It's just that the old ancestor doesn't want to show up?"

"Even my grandfather is probably investigating right now! This is a matter of paramount importance, as it concerns the heir of the Marquisate. There is no room for error."