Yu Fengjiao said: "I just heard that Meisuli has great scenery and is a good place to recuperate. After being busy for so many years, I also want to take this opportunity to take a rest."

Hearing this, Nan Song nodded in agreement, "Of course it's better. The scenery in Messuri is really good, the climate is pleasant, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise on earth, a paradise on earth."

"Hearing what you say makes me want to go even more."

Yu Fengjiao was yearning for her, with a pair of phoenix eyes as bright as morning stars, pulling Nan Song here and there. The powerful woman was no different from a middle-aged woman at this moment.

Nan Song chatted and laughed with her, and there was no trace of impatience on his face. She may not have experienced this kind of leisure time of "mother and daughter talking" for a long time.

"Look at me, I've been talking to you for a long time."

Yu Fengjiao stopped herself, "As this person gets older, his words become denser and more verbose."

Nan Song chuckled, "No, I'm willing to listen."

Yu Fengjiao looked at Nan Song and liked it no matter how much she looked at it.

"I used to want to have a daughter, but I was disappointed when I found out it was a son. Sons are born to collect debts, while daughters are caring little cotton-padded jackets."

"maybe."

Nan Song said: "My mother used to always say that I was a little cotton-padded jacket that leaked the wind, and I was not as considerate and sensible as my brothers."

Yu Fengjiao couldn't help laughing.

"I know your mother. She is also a wonderful person. No matter her appearance or ability, she is unparalleled."

Yu Fengjiao fell into memories and sighed from the bottom of her heart, "Before I met her, I couldn't believe that there were such beautiful women in the world. It seemed like every hair was shining."

"It's not that exaggerated. Beauty is only for outsiders to see. At home, you are very motherly."

Yu Fengjiao didn't understand, "Mother, what?"

"Tigress."

Yu Fengjiao was startled, then laughed out loud, overjoyed.

After laughing for a long time, Yu Fengjiao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "You can't control your family if you don't have a temper. I have never admired anyone in my life, except Luo Yin."

Nan Song's eyes flashed and she said, "What a coincidence, my mother also said the same thing."

"real?"

Yu Fengjiao's eyes lit up, "You kid, you know how to make me happy."

Nan Song smiled slightly.

Ms. Luo Yin’s original words were actually this——

"Except for Mr. Yu, there are not many capable men in the Yu family. They are all idiots. Only the eldest lady of the Yu family can barely get my attention."

She is not as offending as Ms. Luoyin, and she has learned the art of speaking.

The two were chatting happily. The thin blanket covering Yu Fengjiao's legs slipped from her knees. Nan Song reached out and picked it up from the ground.

"It's such a hot day, why do you still cover yourself with such a thick blanket?"

Yu Fengjiao said: "Did you give me this blanket, or did you embroider it yourself? I like it very much."

Nan Song folded the blanket and said calmly: "If you like it, I will make time to embroider another one for you later. Choose a silk one that will keep you cool when you cover it."

"Don't go to such trouble, don't waste your time."

Yu Fengjiao looked a little apologetic, "I didn't know how much effort and effort it takes to embroider a blanket. I met an old friend a few days ago. Her family has been doing Su embroidery for generations. When I saw this blanket, I was surprised by the embroidery on it.

As for the embroidery worker, I told her that you embroidered it, but she didn’t believe it, saying that such a skilled and skilled embroiderer must have been embroidering for twenty years.”

Nan Song's face was as calm as water, and he nodded in approval, "I learned embroidery when I was five years old, so it has been almost twenty years."

"Five years old?"

Yu Fengjiao was surprised. Thinking back to what her son was doing when he was five years old, it seemed like... he was still living in mud and fighting with people in the yard.
Chapter completed!