Early the next morning, Queen Ma came to Longqian Villa after smelling the smell.
When her son tried his skills, several inmates called to congratulate him, and secretly reminded Queen Ma: Don't forget each other even if you are rich or noble.
Of course Queen Ma had to put on a show and just said: If you have anything to do in the future, it’s okay to come to Sister Ma.
In order to close the relationship with her son, Empress Ma even cooked herself and made several side dishes that were not included in the meal.
Brother Zhang had a bad temper and no tutor. He took two bites and went out with a sullen face.
Xue Bao still showed some respect and bit the bullet and grabbed half a bowl of rice.
"Xiaoxue, how are you?" Queen Ma asked with concern on her face.
Mr. Han twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, "Are you asking about the food?"
"Of course not." Queen Ma shrugged. "Why do I need to ask you about my skills?"
"Then what are you asking?" Han Jiangxue said politely.
"Of course I'm asking your husband about my precious son participating in military exercises." Queen Ma said slowly. "Are you stressed?"
"a bit big."
While chatting with her mother-in-law, Xuebao did not hide it and sighed: "The sword has no shadow, and the bullet has no eyes. I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep. I had nightmares all the time."
"Hey, are you under pressure from this aspect?" Queen Ma's eyes rolled around.
"What if?" Han Jiangxue asked. "What other pressure should I put on myself?"
"Are you stupid?" Queen Ma glared at Xuebao. "He can participate in the military exercise this time, and next time he will dare to live broadcast the bloody battlefield in foreign lands. When his identity is exposed later, how will you survive?"
Xuebao was stunned, and hesitantly opened his little cherry mouth: "The pressure is really too much. If he really goes to the battlefield in the outside world, I won't be able to shed tears every day and cry into tears?"
Queen Ma rolled her eyes: "You're worried about nothing!"
Then he glanced at Xuebao's flat belly: "I'm worried that my son's identity will be exposed in the future. There will be too many flirtatious foxes around him. He will be happy with the new and hate the old, so he dumped you. Who are you going to cry to? Why don't you give it to Lao Zhang right away? To carry on the family lineage, lock him up? Even if the naughty fox comes to the house to cause trouble later, your ten-month-pregnant flesh and blood will cry, daddy, please don't leave, I don't believe he has the nerve to abandon his wife and son."
Hearing this, Han Jiangxue gently rubbed her belly: "How can I still not understand this truth? But my stomach is not up to par!"
Queen Ma took out several boxes of secret recipes from her bag and said in a low voice: "I asked a friend to do it. After one course of treatment, I'm sure it will be ready."
Xuebao hesitated and said, "Shall I eat?"
"Nonsense, my son must be eating it. Your ass looks like a fertile field." Queen Ma felt disappointed. "On the other hand, my incompetent son has been fighting all year round. If he doesn't have any hidden problems, I won't believe him even if he is beaten to death."
Xuebao twitched the corner of his mouth.
This mother-in-law wants to hold her grandson so crazy that she dares to say anything.
"Three times a day, remember." Queen Ma whispered.
"Ah?" Xuebao's face turned pale, and his hips twisted unconsciously. "Three times...Brother Zhang will be exhausted."
Queen Ma was stunned and glared at her daughter-in-law: "Damn Xuebao, what are you talking about? I asked you to give him medicine three times a day! I didn't ask you two to take medicine three times! Do you want to kill my son?"
Xuebao's pretty face turned red: "You can't explain clearly..."
"What the hell..."
Queen Ma laughed angrily.
He raised his hand and gently poked Xuebao's forehead: "He has a cold and ascetic face, and his mind is filled with all kinds of thoughts. I don't know who he looks like!"
Xuebao didn't say anything harsh either.
As long as he can continue the family lineage of the old Zhang family, as long as Brother Zhang doesn't complain about being tired, Xuebao will definitely be able to hold on...
The worst case scenario is not going to work.
Queen Ma wandered upstairs to play games. Brother Zhang was not here, so she stopped washing the dishes and asked Xuebao to cut a fruit plate for her.
Ding dong.
I had just been single-killed by my opponent, and I was about to type a word to scold the jungler for being a useless jungler for still farming, when my phone rang.
"How is it? Is the girl in good condition?"
Empress Ma picked up her cell phone and cursed angrily, then said calmly: "I tried it, it's okay. That girl is not as fragile as you think."
"Is this related to fragility? Were you brave enough back then? When did I go out on a mission and you didn't burst into tears? Once, you threatened me with your son, saying that if I dared to leave, you would kill me My son puts it on the gambling table to exchange for chips."
Brother Dazhi sent a voice message: "Be nice to your daughter-in-law. Just believe it when someone says it's okay. Pay more attention to her and be careful. Don't just play games as soon as she comes to your door."
Queen Ma felt a little ashamed after hearing this. She hung up the phone on the spot and typed: "You're still fucking wild, this line can't be right!"
After typing, I was about to get up and go downstairs to help Xuebao prepare the fruit plate.
But they found that Xuebao had already come upstairs with a fruit plate.
"So fast?" Queen Ma was a little embarrassed.
I don’t know how much this dead Xuebao, who was walking silently, listened.
Empress Ma and Brother Dazhi have bad morals and are both typical examples of wanting to save face and suffer hardship.
Han Jiangxue nodded slightly and said softly: "Mom, I'm fine."
"Hey." Queen Ma grinned, touched Han Jiangxue's head, and said lewdly. "Scream again, I'd like to hear it."
