Chapter 1481

her is still in the underworld between life and death. As a son, do you care about her This wretch harmed your mother like this, what's wrong with me hitting her twice Who asked her to be so shameless..."Yes, yes, go in first. Achen, I've prepared some food and drinks for you both. Let's go in together." Song Qiao Ying enthusiastically took Ou Yan's hand, chatting with Si Ye Chen about her time in France as they walked, and she also reminded Ou Yan to greet her uncle.

The tea table was set with an assortment of snacks and tea.

"Yanyan, these were all made by your mother. They might not look very appealing, but I tried some and they're actually pretty good." Li Yuanfu smiled as he picked up the plate of green bean cakes with the best texture and brought it to Si Yecheng and Ou Yan. "Try them."

"And there's osmanthus cake!" Song Qiao Ying picked up another plate of pastries, just about to bring it to the children, when Li Yuan Fu took it away. "Let the children try mung bean cake first."

"You can also try the osmanthus cake."

"It's not too late to taste it again later..."

They can have a bite of mung bean cake and then a bite of osmanthus cake, it won't be a problem.

"No rush..."

Although Li Yuanfu smiled, Ou Yan could still tell from his expression that the osmanthus cake didn't taste good.

"Then, you try my lotus seed cake." Song Qiao Ying served up another plate of pastries.

"Li Yuanfu took the plate again, "Let the children finish their mung bean cakes first. No rush, Acheng, Yanyan, how is it Is the mung bean cake still tasty"

Ou Yan felt a little nauseous, but she still nodded. “Okay.”

Si Yechen also praised, “Delicious, with Auntie's own characteristics.”

“Really I even put my own spin on the mung bean cake” Song Qiao-ying was delighted and also remembered to bring them the fruit tea she had made. “Try this, each piece of fruit is cut by me myself. See if you like it.”off ties with his family, Su Miaohong was heartbroken and went home to recuperate.After returning home, she went through each day like a walking corpse, numb and emotionless. At times, she would even...