The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 943 - 802, In-laws_3

Luo Qiong only went to help the Princess Consort Ma after everyone else had left.

After the Princess Consort Ma stood up, she pushed Luo Qiong away, anxiously pulling Xiao Yechen along, "Chenchen, has your father grown tired of us, mother and son? How could he go to Pingxi Hall to have a meal with Xiao Yeyang?"

Xiao Yechen also felt somewhat panicked. In the past, whenever he was wronged, his father would immediately comfort him, but this time, despite being insulted by Xiao Yeyang, his father did not say a word.

Luo Qiong looked at the two, then turned and left the room.

She had understood, whether Xiao Yechen rises or falls, it was all due to his mother.

...

Pingxi Hall.

After Prince Ping, accompanied by Daohua and Xiao Yeyang, arrived, he was invited to sit in the living room and drink tea.

Under Daohua’s stern warning, Xiao Yeyang sat in the living room to accompany his father, while Daohua went to the kitchen to get busy.

The atmosphere between father and son was somewhat awkward with no words exchanged.

Defu and Huai En exchanged glances, both praying in their hearts for Daohua to return quickly.

Despite Xiao Yeyang’s expressionless face, he too felt slightly uncomfortable and picked up the tea to sip slowly.

Prince Ping, on the other hand, opened the food box that Daohua had brought earlier, took out rice cakes and fermented rice dumplings, and started eating.

Seeing Prince Ping finishing a bowl of dumplings and eating most of the rice cakes, Xiao Yeyang hesitated but still went over to take the rice cakes away.

Prince Ping looked at Xiao Yeyang in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Yeyang replied, "Dumplings and rice cakes are not easy to digest foods, you shouldn’t eat too much." He paused, then quickly added, "Yiyi cooked them personally, I wouldn’t want to waste her kindness."

Prince Ping glanced at Xiao Yeyang, grunted, and picked up his teacup to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

The old man wasn’t wrong; a legitimate son truly is unbearably obstinate.

The meal for the three was not long in the making by Daohua, and soon, an enticing array of five dishes and one soup was set upon the table.

Daohua took out a set of luminous cups from her dowry and poured some grape wine into them.

"Xiao Yeyang, let’s toast to Father."

Daohua raised her glass, looking towards Xiao Yeyang.

Xiao Yeyang, with no choice, raised his glass to Prince Ping.

Daohua smiled and said, "Father, thank you for joining us to celebrate the Little New Year. This cup, Xiao Yeyang and I toast to you. We’ll drink first as a sign of respect; you can drink as you wish." With that, she tipped back her head and emptied the wine in her cup.

Xiao Yeyang could only accompany her.

Seeing the two drink, Prince Ping also finished his wine.

Daohua quickly poured another cup for Prince Ping, "Father, please try the dishes I made and tell me if they are to your taste."

Afterward, under Daohua’s deliberate steering, Prince Ping and Xiao Yeyang occasionally exchanged a few words, and overall, the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite good.

Defu and Huai En waited on them at the side, witnessing the dishes on the table gradually being eaten, their faces showing an increasingly evident disappointment.

At last, all five dishes and the soup were finished.

With a sense of longing, Prince Ping put down his chopsticks and praised Daohua, "Yan girl, your culinary skills are truly remarkable."

Daohua immediately smiled and said, "Father, if you like it, please visit Pingxi Hall more often. As long as you come, I’ll cook personally."

Prince Ping looked at Xiao Yeyang and replied with dignity, "Seeing how filial you are, I’ll come more often in the future."

Daohua laughed, "If Father could often come, Xiao Yeyang and I would be overjoyed."

A satisfied smile appeared on Prince Ping’s face.

...

Duke Residence.

Guo Ruomei couldn’t stop smiling as she looked at the New Year’s gifts sent by Daohua and Xiao Yeyang.

Mei Lan volunteered, "The New Year’s gifts were chosen together by the young mistress and the young master. The food was made by the young mistress herself. She said she wanted you to try her cooking."

Hearing this, Mei Shuang smiled, "The young mistress probably doesn’t know that our mistress has already tried her cooking back in Zhongzhou."

Guo Ruomei said with a smile, "Yiyi is a good child." She then quickly asked, "How has the relationship between Yangyang and Yiyi been after their marriage?"

Mei Ju responded with a smile, "The young master really likes the young mistress. The two of them are inseparable every day, and they are very happy. You can rest assured, Madam."

Guo Ruomei nodded, "That’s good to hear."

Mei Shuang glanced at her mistress and suggested, "Madam, the household is planning a family banquet on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Why don’t you send an invitation to the young master and young mistress?"

Guo Ruomei shook her head, "Let’s not. If I send them an invitation, it would be difficult for the children to decline, but if they do attend, who knows what sort of trouble the Ma Family might stir up."

Mei Lan said, "Madam, the young master and young mistress aren’t afraid of the Ma Family at all." She then recounted how Daohua didn’t offer tea to the Ma Family and how she didn’t pay respects to them.

"The young mistress even got the Prince’s consent to replace all the servants in Pingxi Hall."

Mei Shuang laughed, "Like mother, like daughter-in-law, the young mistress truly has the aura of your younger years, Madam."

Guo Ruomei smiled and looked at Mei Lan and Mei Ju, "Take good care of the young mistress in the future. No one in the Prince Residence is simple; don’t let her be bullied."

Mei Lan and Mei Ju responded in unison, "We will obey."

Guo Ruomei let the two depart without delay, "You should go back now."

Mei Lan pondered for a moment and then said, "Madam, I’ve heard Guyu mention several times that the young mistress wishes to come visit you."

Mei Shuang immediately took over the conversation, "Yes, Madam, please send an invitation. After all, the young master is your son, and it’s not proper until his wife has paid respects to you with tea."