I became the cannon fodder wife of the villain in the rebirth story

Chapter 25
After it was ready, put it on a plate, Song Qiange pointed to the food in front of him, and said with a smile: "Everyone, come and taste it together. If you like it, I will make it for you next time."

"Thank you ma'am."

The madam looks so easy-going, unlike some people, who once gain power, have their nostrils upturned.

When Song Qiange came out, Qin Shuang came in with a double-layered food box, and said to Song Qiange, "Ma'am, I ran back, and the food is still hot."

"what?"

"Five grain rice, I just bought it, Madam eat it while it's hot."

The hot five-grain rice was placed in front of Song Qiange.

Song Qiange smiled back at Qin Shuang: "Thank you."

What a caring person, this five-grain rice is much better than the gruel just now.

Wow, Madam smiled at him, and Qin Shuang's legs were extremely dog-legged: "You're welcome, it's all the little ones should do, Madam, what else do you want to eat, just tell me, I'll go all over the capital and buy it for you."

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

Qin Shuang backed away hey hey, thinking about how to be proud in front of Qin Feng, he didn't even notice that the room had cooled down.

Song Qiange finally picked up the chopsticks, greeted Mrs. Zheng, and ate with relish.

Qin Boyi, who was thinking of buying food, was completely ignored, and Song Qiange didn't even look at him from the corner of his eyes.

The familiar scent of crabs at the moment, rather than satisfying her cravings, might as well comfort her with the flavors of home.

Seeing that Song Qiange's mood improved, the atmosphere in the lobby immediately became much more relaxed.

Zheng reminded: "Yi'er, Qian Ge is home, and I should send your brother-in-law a letter to report his safety."

"Mother, the son knows."

Mrs. Zheng went to bed early and went back to the house after dinner.

Qin Boyi accompanied him patiently, quietly watching Song Qiange finish the last bite of the egg.

Song Qiange rubbed his chubby belly and prepared to go back to his room.

Qin Boyi followed closely behind.

Seeing the two leaving just like that, Caixia was startled: "General?"

Don't care about her?
The other servants in the hall were embarrassed for Caixia, what is she doing, she is so nervous kneeling here.

To be honest, Song Qiange even forgot about Caixia.

Song Qiange looked at Qin Boyi, who was walking in step with her, and reminded, "She's calling you."

Caixia must be his roommate, she has slept through anyway, and has been ignoring what she means.

Scumbag, forget about it when you lift your pants.

Qin Boyi stared at Song Qiange slightly, his voice was flat and obviously displeased: "I have my wife to take care of the affairs of the house."

After saying that, he left.

Uh……

So he kept silent all the time, because this matter was out of his control?
For a moment, Song Qiange felt that Qin Boyi was giving himself a prestige, but then he thought about it, wouldn't respecting the mistress' right to manage the family improve his husband's image?

Smelly man, broken man!
Using her, it seems that she needs to be grateful.

Song Qiange called the butler and said, "Let Caixia kneel for another hour before getting up."

If you have the ability to bear it, don't come here to intercede for you, dog man.
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When I returned to Bihualou, I found that there were many styles of filial piety clothes piled up in the room.

"This is?"

Xinbao was elated: "Miss, this is sent by my uncle. My uncle is so kind to you."

good? "Where?"

"It's so monotonous to wear the same filial piety clothes every day, my uncle asked you to change them."

I thank him!
Filial piety!

Might as well make some plain flowers by herself, they look good on the plugs.

After all, Song Qiange was not a native of the ancients, and his awe of imperial power was too lacking, so he couldn't feel Qin Boyi's kindness.

In the eyes of outsiders, it's really good and impeccable, but Song Qiange knows Qin Boyi's scumbag nature, that's just to protect his reputation, and he's just worried about being criticized.

(End of this chapter)