The Special Agent Princess

Ye Qingge waved his hand, "Go to mother's place to eat, you are tired too, go down and rest, your eyes are almost like rabbit eyes."

Zhilan exclaimed after hearing this, "Ah! Is it that ugly?"

"It's ugly, go to rest quickly, you have to worry about things in Qingyaxuan after that, you can't fall down."

Zhiqiu heard the meaning of Ye Qingge's words, and said in disbelief, "Miss, what do you mean?"

"Well! You guys will help me take care of this Qingyaxuan in the future, so that you can familiarize yourself with the things in charge in advance, so that you won't be in a hurry in the future, and you have to worry about these servants and so on. Before that, Nanny Gu was there Take care, now you all have to learn."

After hearing this, Zhilan knew that Miss wanted to reuse them, but she still wanted to stay by Miss's side, "Miss, will you not need us to be by your side from now on?"

"Naturally, I want you to stay by my side in the mansion, but when I go out, let Chaohua Xiyue follow me. After all, your martial arts really can't help me much."

Ye Qingge didn't care about hitting them anymore, so he could only tell the truth.

Zhiqiu heard the words and said, "Don't worry, Miss, we also know that we can't help Miss much outside, so we will definitely help Miss take care of the matters in the yard."

"Okay, then let's go to mother's yard first, I don't know if mother has eaten yet."

When they went to Zhao's courtyard, they saw Ye Han was there. Ye Qingge clenched his hand subconsciously, tried to calm himself down, and went forward to salute the two of them, "My daughter has seen her father and mother."

Seeing her coming, Ye Han just nodded slightly and said, "You're here, then you can have dinner with your mother, I'll go back first if I have something to do."

Saying that, he got up and went out. Ye Qingge watched from behind him. His waist was burned that night. He didn't expect to be able to walk normally so soon. It seems that the burn has cleared up.

Seeing Ye Han walking away, Ye Qingge's thoughts hadn't been taken back, so Zhao sighed and said, "Qingge, don't blame your father, she is also busy with work, as the saying goes, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. The situation in the court is changing every day." Changing, your father is also working hard."

Ye Qingge withdrew her gaze, looked at Zhao Shi's stomach, and sighed, this woman just can't be too considerate of men, it becomes a habit after a long time, and gradually loses herself.

"Mother, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet? What's the matter?"

Ye Qingge helped her to sit down and said, "Daughter learned a new dish today, I'm going to make it for my mother, mother, please wait for a while."

After saying that, she ran to the kitchen, and Mrs. Zhao shook her head behind her, "After all, I'm still a child, and I think about it as soon as I think about it."

After Ye Qingge cooked salted crispy chicken, he returned to the dining room and saw Mrs. Zhao eating something. Ye Qingge stepped forward to see that it was pickled plums, "Mother, where did these plums come from?"

I reached out and picked one up and put it in my mouth. The slightly sweet and sour taste is quite good, but?

Mrs. Zhao said with a smile, "Your father just sent it to me. He said he saw it on the road and bought it for me. I ate two and thought it was delicious. How do you like it?"

When Ye Qingge heard that it was sent by Ye Han, her face turned pale. She said it was strange why she ate so quickly, and Ye Han must have done something wrong.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingge quickly put away the can of plums, seeing that Mrs. Zhao was puzzled, he said, "Mother, the dish I made for you can't be eaten with plums, let's eat first!"

He said so, but his subordinates put the can of plums into the space where no one saw.