MTL - I Became the Prime Minister’s Adored Wife after Transmigrating-Chapter 229 This... you didn't do this, did you?

  Chapter 229 This... you can't do this, can you?

   "It's a pity that I can't tell you what happened in the dream before the things in the dream happened." Ji Zhao pinched his brows with some annoyance, feeling a sense of irritability in his heart for no reason.

   "Is that dream related to me?" Shen Yao asked softly.

  Ji Zhao nodded lightly, "Not only you, but also—"

  Boom!

   Before Ji Zhao could finish speaking, there was a thunder on the ground!

  Ji Zhao subconsciously covered his mouth, and nervously looked at Shen Yao beside him.

   "Don't be afraid." Shen Yao hugged the person in his arms even tighter, and his tone became more gentle.

   "Don't think about anything, after drinking the Anshen soup, you can sleep well." Shen Yao nodded her nose with doting eyes, and said softly.

"it is good."

   Soon, Zhao Lanhua brought Anshen Soup to Ji Zhao.

   "Thank you, Mom."

   "You girl, are you always so polite?" Zhao Lanhua looked at her pretending to be annoyed, "We are a family, and we always thank each other. It's too strange."

   "I see, mother."

   "Hey, have a good sleep." Zhao Lanhua took her hand, and told her with gentle eyes, "Today's noon, mother will make you pimple soup, okay?"

"it is good!"

   "So good!"

  Looking at such a well-behaved Ji Zhao, Zhao Lanhua felt like her heart was about to melt.

  She turned her eyes to the haggard Shen Yao's face again, and said with some distress, "Sir, why don't you sleep with A Tao?"

   "Mother, I'm not sleepy." Shen Yao shook his head subconsciously.

"You have been guarding A Tao all night, can you not be sleepy? Look at your eyes are bloodshot!" Zhao Lanhua said earnestly, "Sir, if you can't even take care of yourself, how can you?" How about taking care of A Tao? You two, just listen to your mother and lie down on the bed together and have a good rest!"

   Shen Yao, who couldn't resist Zhao Lanhua, had to lie beside Ji Zhao.

   "That's good!"

   After Zhao Lanhua walked out of the house, she still thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

   "You... guarded me all night?" Ji Zhao looked sideways at the man lying next to him, his tender almond eyes were full of emotion.

"Yeah." Shen Yao responded softly, and held her tightly in his arms, "You fell asleep, no matter how much I shouted, you still didn't wake up, and in the middle of the night, you still developed a high fever, I am very nervous Worry."

  If it wasn't for last night, Shen Yao would not have thought that his feelings for A Tao would be so deep, even, he liked A Tao even more than he imagined.

  " Ji Zhao's heart moved, and he quickly moved to his cheek and pecked lightly, "Shen Yao, thank you. "

   "Go to sleep." Shen Yao gently raised her eyebrows, and deep in her deep eyes was her smile.

  Warm sunlight fell on the two figures who were embracing and sleeping through the diamond-shaped wooden window. The atmosphere in the house was warm and cozy.

   Near noon, Ji Zhao woke up;

   It's just that the surrounding is soft and cold already.

   "Shen Yao?" Ji Zhao rubbed his eyes, but he didn't find Shen Yao when he looked around.

  At that time, the kitchen of the Shen family.

  Zhao Lanhua looked at her youngest son and couldn't help sighing, "Mother's youngest son has grown up and knows how to love his wife."

   "Mother, is adding this much water enough? Do you want to add some more?" Shen Yao, who was kneading the dough, asked softly.

  He wants to learn pimple soup, so that when A Tao wants to eat it, he can also make it.

   "Enough is enough." Zhao Lanhua said with a smile, "My youngest son is smart, and he can get it right!"

  She only said it once, and the third child was able to knead the dough by himself and knead a suitable dough.

"Tomorrow morning, Mother wants to go to Tianjia Village again." Zhao Lanhua thought about it, and then said what was in her heart, "You also know Mother's temperament. Although Mother is sometimes a little confused, But mother is not stupid. Then Tian Xiu'e has already bullied your grandfather..."

   "If grandfather can't stand up by himself, even if mother returns to Tianjia Village, there will be nothing to make up for, right?" Shen Yao asked softly, frowning slightly.

"I know," Zhao Lanhua lowered her eyes to cover the emotions in her eyes, "your grandfather was a man with a lot of self-esteem. He felt that once the news of Tian Xiu'e's unruly behavior got out, he would lose face. It's just that Tian Xiu'e Woman, your mind is too vicious."

"If it wasn't for A Tao's good luck, I'm afraid that mother has already been plotted by Tian Xiu'e. How can mother swallow this breath?" Zhao Lanhua narrowed her eyes with deep eyes, "not to mention that it seems that Da Zhuang and Xiaotou is very likely not my younger brother, how can mother continue to be soft-hearted?"

   "Mother," Shen Yao stopped what he was doing, and cast a curious look at her, "Have you figured out what to do?"

   "Well," Zhao Lanhua nodded, "Yaoer, don't worry, mother knows it well!"

   "No matter what mother wants to do or how she plans to do, you must remember one thing." Shen Yao looked into her eyes and seriously told, "That is, mother must protect herself first no matter what time it is."

   "Relax, I know!"

  After resting for a whole morning, Ji Zhao felt that he was three points more energetic.

  When she was about to go out, she ran into Shen Yao who was about to enter the house.

   "Why did you get up?" Shen Yao asked nervously, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

  Ji Zhao shook his head lightly, with a cute smile on his face.

   "What is this?" Looking at his hands, Ji Zhao asked curiously.

   "pimple soup, do you want to try it?"

"OK!"

  Ji Zhao readily agreed!

  At the beginning when she first came to the world in this book, she had to face the difficult situation caused by the original owner who was spurned by everyone. At that time, Ji Zhao was at a loss and very sad.

  Until Zhao Lanhua cooked a bowl of pimple soup for her.

   That was the most delicious pimple soup she had ever had!

  Because that bowl of pimple soup contained a rare kindness.

"how is the taste?"

   After taking a sip, Ji Zhao couldn't help raising his eyebrows and exclaimed, "It's delicious, isn't mother really amazing? The pimple soup she made is extremely delicious!"

   "It wasn't my mother who made it." Seeing that she was eating happily, the corners of Shen Yao's lips curled up involuntarily, and his mood became much happier.

   "Didn't your mother do it?" Ji Zhao blinked curiously, "Is that the elder sister-in-law or the second sister-in-law?"

"neither."

   "This...you didn't make this, did you?" Seeing the doting smile on his face, Ji Zhao was completely stunned, "When did you learn how to make pimple soup?"

   "Half an hour ago." Shen Yao smiled slightly, "Mother taught me once, and I learned it. I was worried that you would think the taste was bad, but now it seems that you should like it."

  Ji Zhao looked down at the empty bowl, and couldn't help but smirk.

  (end of this chapter)