C4 (1/2)

The dishes were served like flowing water, snatching the dishes like flowing water. Wei Zhao was starving and threw down his chopsticks. Before he could get angry, he heard her husband's voice, ”Little Du?!”

Wei Zhao was infuriated. His tummy was also the same as hers. He had to eat his fill in order not to get hungry!

Ye Zichen looked towards the direction of the voice with a fiery gaze, only to see her husband carrying a plate of Red Braised Lion's Head …

Wei Zhao jumped down from his stool and walked towards him. Mr. Qian's table was in the VIP section of the VIP section. He hadn't come too late, having been in the study all this time. Now that he came out, he naturally wanted to see Wei Zhao.

When Mr. Qian finished his work, the others took a stool over to Wei Zhao. Mr. Qian said, ”No need, bring her a chair.”

That Ji Clan servant said, ”Uh, no, there's no chair!”

Mr. Qian raised his eyebrows. ”Why not? I'll move the one I'm sitting in over here to the study room.”

With the servants gone, even though everyone at the table had shifted their gazes away from them, they were also whispering to each other. They probably felt that this Mister was being too arrogant or something like that.

However, Wei Zhao didn't care about that. She cared about the Red Braised Lion's Head.

As a person, if you don't eat meat for a few days, you'll get greedy.

Mr. Qian moved the chair that had been angered earlier to the front, and then he moved over and vacated the chair for Wei Zhao. ”Come, eat.”

There were a total of four lion heads, and Wei Zhao returned the favor with one. As for her parents, not to mention the fact that they were currently seated at the other table, just based on their performance today, she would be magnanimous if she didn't get angry.

Seeing that they were her parents and that they had roasted lion heads, she decided to forgive them for now.

Mr. Qian devoutly ate the braised lion head Wei Zhao had given him. At this moment, he recalled the words Wei Zhao had said to him when he had eaten cake in class, and felt that Wei Zhao was truly a sincere and cute kid.

Thinking about this, Mr. Qian secretly told Wei Zhao, ”Their family's chef is of average standard. Mister will take you to a county restaurant later on. The dishes there are not bad.”

Wei Zhao looked at him with his beady eyes; he still had some leftovers left in his mouth, but he thought to himself, ”Sir, you're so nice to me. Could it be that you want to take me out to sell me at a high price because I'm so good-looking?”

It was because Big Brother Du and his daughter-in-law were afraid that she wouldn't be on guard against anyone, so they told Wei Zhao that the story of the kidnappers kidnapping a child to sell had only added fuel to the fire. Therefore, when Wei Zhao was young, most of the stories he heard before he went to bed were like this: So-and-so gave the kid a candy, and the child just left with him … I'll never see my parents again …

Perhaps I promised a certain child that I would take him to buy candy, but in the end, I would never see my parents again …

Otherwise, why would Wei Zhao not like sugar so much …

Even though his parents lacked vocabulary, it didn't stop Wei Zhao from understanding one thing, ”If you don't have anything to offer, then you're a thief.”

However, Mister shouldn't be such a person — no matter how you looked at it, it was impossible to tell that his IQ was higher than hers!

Wei Zhao tried his best to swallow the pill and smiled brightly at Mr. Qian. ”Thank you, sir.” In his heart, he had already made up his mind that if he wanted his parents to follow behind him that day, he would have to snatch her back even if he were to be sold off.

Even the shrewd and experienced Mister Qian was made sweet by her smile. He couldn't help but wish that Wei Zhao was his own granddaughter … Aiyo, I apologize for my disrespect. Emperor Xian, please do not blame me for this.

However, he was the emperor's master, a master for life, and Wei Zhao was more or less like his own granddaughter!

In the past few days, he had been communicating with the emperor almost every day. It was too cruel for him to not see this daughter of his again (as the emperor himself had said in his letter), but he couldn't just meet her at the academy. If the emperor wanted to see Wei Zhao, it would be too discordant if Wei Zhaoyang also appeared.

Wei Zhao's stomach was more or less full after he filled three pills.

Mr. Qian rubbed her head. Seeing her put down the spoon, he did not try to persuade her further, but instead said, ”Go. Remember to warm your books. Do not stay up late at night.”

Wei Zhao got down from his chair and bowed respectfully. ”Yes.”

”When I grow up, I will become the head of the family. Hmph, all of you send displeasing ones into the academy, being bullied, learning the rules, reading warm books, reciting …”

Big Boss Du heard the young lady's grumbling. As for the content, he didn't quite understand, so he opened his mouth to ask, ”Big sister Zhao, what are you talking about?”

Wei Zhao looked at him with a strangled expression, then stretched out his hands. Big Brother Du grabbed her armpit and placed her on his lap.

Wei Zhao found a comfortable position and lazily said, ”Dad, I'm full. I need to sleep.”

Boss Du lifted her leg onto his wife's, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. ”Go to sleep. Father will carry you back when the time comes.”

Wei Zhao nodded his head and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Ji Quan finally managed to find some time. Seeing that Wei Zhao had fallen asleep, his lips curved into a smile, ”Uncle Du, let Wei Zhao sleep in the back room for a while!”