Mrs. Lu smiled softly and said, "Let's have a meal together. I'll ask them to heat up the food."

"Yeah." Zhu Yunwen nodded heavily, looking at his mother and concubine with eyes full of dependence.

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Changfu, dining room.

Zhu Ying looked at the bowl full of steamed pork ribs and felt a little warm.

This was the same treatment as when he went to his grandmother's house during the Chinese New Year in his previous life.

Every time he ate, his bowl was full of vegetables. As a child, he would refuse and even feel unhappy.

Only when he grew up did he realize that it was his grandma's full love.

But then my grandma left and there was no chance to accept it again.

This moment was like repeating itself. Zhu Ying did not refuse, thanked her grandma, and started eating.

"This kid, grandma, this is your home, wouldn't it be disrespectful to say thank you?" Lan said happily.

Seeing her grandson eating so happily, her eyes turned into crescent bays of laughter.

She may have other thoughts about Zhu Ying, but in Lan's heart, she really liked him very much. When Zhu Xiongying passed away, Empress Ma passed away in grief.

Lan also suffered a serious illness, but luckily he managed to survive.

Ye Yueqing sat next to Zhu Ying, fearing that Zhu Ying would choke, so she placed the tea within Zhu Ying's reach.

"Refresh, as a man, you have to eat a lot of meat and drink a lot of wine, but don't be like your uncle and act like a pussy."

Seeing this, Lan Yu laughed boldly, pushed away the wine glass, placed two large bowls of wine on the table, and handed them to Zhu Ying.

Zhu Ying was not polite. After taking it, she respected Lan Yu and drank it all in one gulp.

Chang Sheng, who was eating together, seemed a little embarrassed. He glanced at Lan's subconsciously, but received a blank stare.

Lan Yu looked at her nephew, the more she looked at him, the more she liked him.

Smart and resourceful.

And it's very much to his liking.

Earlier, he was worried that Zhu Ying looked a little weak, not tough, and too scholarly.

But the energy with which he ate made Lan Yu's eyes light up. This was a very obvious way of eating in the military, trying to swallow jujubes.

It was completely different from the literati who chewed their food carefully, and Lan Yu immediately recognized it from the bottom of her heart.

After drinking a large bowl of wine, Lan Yu said with a bit of a tongue: "My nephew is good at everything, but his physique is too thin, but it doesn't matter. I can just leave the matter of leading troops to fight to someone."

Hearing this, Zhu Ying swallowed the rice in his mouth in the face of his uncle Lan Yu's complaints, and then said to Lan Yu with a faint smile: "I haven't been active for a long time. There must be a martial arts training ground in the house."
Chapter completed!