"Ignore her, she thinks she'll leave if there's no one at home."

Listening to the doorbell ringing like a talisman outside the door, her voice was also a little urgent, "My car is parked outside the door, she should know that there are people at home." ”

"Then open the door for her, you go back to the upstairs room and stay, and I'll be right back."

Hanging up the phone, Song Zhiyue put down the phone, took off her apron, took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and went to open the door.

"Mrs. Feng." Looking at the graceful and luxurious Wen Mei outside the door, her mood was a little complicated.

This woman had people almost break her father's legs, hit her mother, and even ruined the fruit shop that her parents were sustaining by.

If she weren't for Feng Chen's mother, she really didn't want to deal with her.

Wen Mei frowned, and said with a displeased face, "Why did you only open the door now?"

"I'm cooking in the kitchen, so I didn't hear it." She stepped aside, her eyebrows lowered.

Wen Mei entered the living room and walked straight to the sofa.

Song Zhiyue was about to go upstairs, when she heard Wen Mei ask, "Is Ah Chen back?"

"Not yet." She had just taken a step and stopped.

Wen Mei glanced at the tea set on the coffee table, "This is what you bought"

Song Zhiyue nodded, and seeing that she didn't look at herself, she had no choice but to say, "Yes." ”

Wen Mei scoffed: "This kind of inferior tea set can't make any good tea." ”

Her face froze, and she pursed her lips and did not speak.

"That's how you greet guests" Wen Mei saw her standing still, and looking at her as if she was going upstairs, she narrowed a pair of shrewd eyes, "Is there a little tutor who won't even pour a glass of water when the guest comes?"

Song Zhiyue bit her lip, walked towards her, took a disposable paper cup, and poured her a glass of white water.

Wen Mei glanced at the boiled water she put on the table, "I want to drink tea, let me see your tea art." ”

Song Zhiyue clasped her fingertips and stood still, knowing that she would put away the tea set.

She has only been learning for a long time, and it is not very transparent, and the tea brewed tastes average, so there is no way to take it out and offer it to ugliness.

Mainly, she didn't expect Wen Mei to come over suddenly.

"Why, I can't call you" Wen Mei looked at her coldly, with a bit of awe-inspiring majesty in her deep tone.

Song Zhiyue hesitated, sat down and took the teapot.

After cooking, she poured a cup for Wen Mei.

Seeing Wen Mei elegantly holding up the teacup, her heart went up and down.

Wen Mei just took a sip and frowned, and instantly put it down heavily, "It's hard to drink." ”

Song Zhiyue silently didn't speak, although Wen Mei was telling the truth, but she couldn't help but complain in her heart Even if I cook it tastes good, you will not be able to say it, you just don't like my whole person.

"I don't even know how to make tea, and I still want to marry Ah Chen, and I don't see what qualifications I have" Wen Mei's tone was full of disgust and disdain.

Song Zhiyue pinched her palm, for the sake of her being the mother of the dust, she endured it

"I knew that Ah Chen would be with you, I might as well have fulfilled him and Liang Weirong, although Liang Weirong is just an adopted daughter, it can be said that the daughter who sets up a fruit stall is much more glorious."

Wen Mei looked at her low-eyebrowed and pleasing appearance, and continued to taunt: "A woman like you who has never seen the world can't even compare to Liang Weirong, let alone a nursery rhyme, I tell you plainly, the nursery rhyme is the candidate for the daughter-in-law in my heart." ”