“Dad, I’ll go too.”
Qiao Xuan was afraid that his sister would cheat him if he stayed at home, so he hurriedly followed his father to go fishing.
Just relying on the fish caught alone, not many fish can be grilled. When the housekeeper heard that Qiao Dong was going fishing again, grilled fish was still indispensable tonight, so he ordered the kitchen to prepare more ingredients.
Soon, Qiao Dong and his son and Zhan Haoyu went out.
Only Mrs. Qiao, mother and daughter, and Feng Qing were in the room.
Mrs. Qiao said to her daughter, “Ahan, Miss Feng is here for the first time, you can take Miss Feng out for a walk.”
Feng Qing wanted to say something, but Qiao Han said something before her, “Okay, Mom, Feng Qing stays at our house for dinner, and you ask the kitchen to cook more dishes.”
“Young Master Qiao, I’m not picky eaters, I can eat whatever I have.”
She grew up in her adoptive parents’ home, and she was always bullied. It would be nice to have enough to eat, so she wouldn’t dare to be picky about food.
Even if she later made money by herself, became a big boss, had a net worth of tens of millions, and had eaten delicacies from mountains and seas, she was still not picky about food, she could eat simple food, and she could accept delicacies from mountains and seas.
In Feng’s house, the food is also very good.
But because she is not picky about food, the kitchen does not prepare her favorite dishes every time she cooks.
She is not picky about food, but she also has special favorite dishes.
The kitchen was ignoring her.
Every day when the big family eats together, on the dining table, there must be dishes that her mother likes to eat, and then there is Feng Ruo’s, and everyone else has at least one favorite dish, but she, the real daughter of the Feng family, Not getting attention from the kitchen.
Feng Qing didn’t care, but she could see it.
Not in a hurry.
Let’s wait until she completely controls the Feng family.
Everyone has a powerful side.
She didn’t blame the people in the kitchen for taking advantage of the wind and holding her mother and Feng Ruo.
Mrs. Qiao laughed and said, “It’s a good boy who isn’t picky about food. Miss Feng is a good girl at first glance. I like girls like you.”
I don’t know what Feng Patriarch thinks.
She doesn’t love her own daughter.
But she loves Feng Ruo, who is not related by blood.
Feng Ruo’s biological father is still the culprit for exchanging the two children.
If it was her, she would have driven Feng Ruo back to her hometown in the countryside long ago, and that was Feng Ruo’s real home.
Feng Qing smiled shyly.
Under Mrs. Qiao’s urging, Qiao Han led Feng Qing out of the main house.
Qiao’s old house occupies a large area, and the scenery in both the front yard and the backyard is good, much better than Qiao Han’s villa in the Yuyi villa area.
Qiao Han took Feng Qing around the front yard, then led her to the back yard, and said to Feng Qing, “There are many scenic trees in the back yard, and it’s shady. Walking on the tree-lined path, it’s not so hot.”