Chapter 092

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date="2021-02-09"

title="Chapter 092 "

weight="125367"

series = ["Entertainment Industry’s Gourmet Food Service"]

mode = "manual"

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Leslie immediately took the photo back to the newspaper, regardless of whether the two people are the protagonists of this photo-two men, tomorrow's headlines will be exciting enough!

He had anticipated the steady stream of bonuses in his future.

The guards escorted the two to the manor in the country.

In the middle of the open lake is a manor covering nearly 1,000 square meters.

"Sir, Coms Manor has arrived."

"Okay!" Ling Senhao asked the luggage to be taken out of the trunk and moved in. He and Mo Shaoqing walked slowly along the path by the river.

Passing through a path in the maple forest, the manor was completely revealed in Mo Shaoqing's vision.

This is a three-storey flat-shaped manor. On the beige carved wall is a row of beautiful windows, matched with a sky blue roof, which is very bright in the sun. There is a turret on each side of the manor. . There are two acres of beautiful violets on both sides of the garden.

Ling Senhao introduced: "This is Coms Manor, where I grew up."

"Do you think your parents don't like me? After all, I'm still a man..." Mo Shaoqing was thinking about this question along the way. It turns out that this question is really difficult to answer without contacting Ansi's parents.

"In fact, this is also called Violet Manor, because there are a large number of violets here. Do you know why so many violets are grown?"

Ling Senhao said to himself: "The flower language of violets is eternal love. The southern part of O State produces violets, and the violets of City A are the most beautiful. The reason is that hundreds of years ago, the patriarch of the Lawrence family wanted to pay the prince of F country. Courtship, recruited a large number of excellent gardeners to let them cultivate the most beautiful violets in the world. Later, he succeeded. Prince Yu was impressed by him, so he gave up his status as heir to the throne and he came to country B, and the two moved out of Saint Te Bo Bao, spend my whole life here."

After Ling Senhao finished speaking, she looked at Mo Shaoqing eagerly.

Mo Shaoqing was startled. Why is the story of this prince different from the fairy tale? It feels a little weird...

"Your patriarch is...?"

"man!"

Mo Shaoqing knew that Ling Senhao said these things just to tell him that there is a precedent for men falling in love in their family, so he should not be nervous.

"I see." The two smiled at each other, clasped their fingers, and walked into the manor together.

Coms manor

"A few days ago, Tian Senhao said that he would take his boyfriend home, why haven't he here yet?" Mother Ling paced back and forth at the door, but touched Mr. Lawrence, who was calmly reading.

Mother Ling rushed forward and snatched the book in his hand: "Ah, why are you not nervous at all? This is the first time Senhao brought a friend back. You will be softer for a while, if you scare my daughter-in-law away Now, I can't finish with you."

"Yes, ma'am, I know." Mr. Lawrence raised his hand and surrendered.

"Hehe!" Claire chuckled.

But Mother Ling caught her, and gave her a glance: "Don't be proud, don't talk nonsense for a while, so your younger siblings hate you."

"I know, mother, I won't say anything for a while."

Mother Ling shouted like the kitchen: "Xuanyue, are the food ready?"

Xuanyue replied: "Ms. Hui, everything is ready. The young lady personally cooks and prepares all Chinese dishes!"

Mother Ling was originally patting the non-existent dust on her body, and suddenly said, "Uh...Okay, I will try the dishes first."

"Puff--" Claire couldn't help laughing after the others left. "Haha, father, look at my mother in a hurry. I haven't been idle all morning—"

"Well, you also go to prepare." Mr. Lawrence concealed his smile and explained that he should also change his clothes.

"Yes, my father!" Claire joked and stepped back.

Mo Shaoqing and Ling Senhao walked into the manor leisurely. Different from the idle time in the castle, the whole manor is full of servants in maid costumes.

"They are...?" Mo Shaoqing asked.

Ling Senhao naturally knew that these people were doing the final preparations, "It's okay."

When the servants saw the two together, they immediately stopped their work, and bowed to them in a neat row.

Mo Shaoqing was taken aback by this battle, "Well, you guys too."

Ling Senhao waved his hand: "Okay, go ahead, Shaoqing, I will take you to see my parents first."

Two people opened the door, only to find that the living room was empty.

Mo Shaoqing: "..."

"Aren't they there?"

"No, it should be, mother—"

kitchen

Sylvie stopped her movements, "Mother, I seem to hear Ansi's voice--"

The two looked at each other, immediately put down all the movements in their hands, and came out to greet them.

Mother Ling hadn't seen her son for a long time. Suddenly she saw the tall man at the door, and her heart was filled with sadness, "Sen Hao - my son!"

"Mother." Although Ling Senhao didn't show it clearly, his face also showed a move.

The two exchanged a hug before Ling Senhao introduced to Mo Shaoqing: "This is my mother, and this is my sister-in-law, Sylvie."

Mo Shaoqing nodded and said hello: "Hello, I am Mo Shaoqing."

After Mo Shaoqing said hello, he looked at the two women in front of him. Although Mother Ling is almost sixty, she is well raised and looks less than fifty. A pair of narrow Danfeng eyes, at this moment, revealed kindness, and the fine lines on her face could not conceal her beautiful face. You can imagine how beautiful she was when she was young.

The other is Ling Senhao’s sister-in-law, Sylvie, who looks more than forty. The face of a standard O Zhou beauty, tall and slender, wearing a white lace skirt, the golden brown waves outline perfect face.

"You're Shaoqing—" Mother Ling looked up and down Mo Shaoqing, nodded, her face admiring: "You look really good. Good boy, this will be your home in the future, don't be restrained."

Although Sylvie did not understand Chinese, she could also tell that her mother-in-law was very satisfied with the young man in front of her, and she smiled forward: "Hello, Shaoqing, I have heard Ans mention you a long time ago."

"Hello." Mo Shaoqing also saluted him.

"Don’t froze, are you hungry? Your sister-in-law cooks a big meal by herself today. Hurry up and take a seat! Xuanyue, go and call down the husband and the old man, oh oh oh, and miss, god Well, I always forget that she is back too!" Mother Ling confessed non-stop while pulling Mo Shaoqing to the restaurant.

Ling Senhao: "My sister is also back?"

Mother Ling smiled and said: "Yes, that girl came back from abroad specially and said to help you see each other!"

After Mo Shaoqing and Ling Senhao took their seats, Miss Lawrence was also late.

She can speak fluent Chinese, and she will come first before she arrives: "I blame my mother, let me prepare anything, it's late--"

Miss Lawrence's face was more westernized than Ling Senhao, and she looked like Ling Senhao's eldest brother.

From this point of view, what Ling Senhao said he was born "accidentally", there was indeed something.

Mr. Lawrence helped Duke Lawrence slowly down the spiral staircase. On the last floor, Duke Lawrence pushed his son away, took his cane and walked slowly to the restaurant.

"Father—" Mother Ling stepped forward to take the crutches and put them away, helping Duke Lawrence pull the chair away and wait for him to sit down.

The Duke of Lawrence has a thick white beard, a pair of gold-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a pair of muddy dark blue eyes in the center of the deep-set bird's nest.

Mr. Lawrence is a young copy of the Duke of Lawrence.

It is worth mentioning that both of them are wearing well-fitting gowns, as if they are going to the dinner party soon.

Mo Shaoqing knew this was what the Lawrence family valued him, and quickly got up to say hello.

Duke Lawrence shot his eyes directly at Mo Shaoqing through his glasses: "Are you Ans' boyfriend?"

"Yes, Lord Duke." Mo Shaoqing met the old man's gaze directly.

"Hehe, you are fine, sit down, kid." The light in Duke Lawrence's eyes dimmed again.

"Okay, let's have dinner!" Mr. Lawrence announced.

Except for Mo Shaoqing Mother Ling, everyone else prayed, and when Lord Lawrence moved the chopsticks, everyone raised the chopsticks.

Ling Senhao deserves to have inherited the Lawrence gene. The Duke of Lawrence and Mr. Lawrence are not talkative people, and the table is silent for a while.

Mo Shaoqing looked at the table full of Huaxia dishes, and was very moved. He didn't expect Mother Ling to be so caring and prepared for him. All the worries he had before were also left behind.

Mo Shaoqing took a sip of sweet and sour fish. The thick and sour soup poured into his stomach, and then a fishy smell poured into his mouth, causing Mo Shaoqing to vomit.

But in the presence of the Lawrence family, he really couldn't make such an unreasonable move, and Mo Shaoqing swallowed it uncomfortably.

Ling Senhao was the first person to discover that Mo Shaoqing's expression was wrong. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the fish. Even he felt that there was a faint smell, not to mention the pregnant Shaoqing.

"Come on, I will help you to throw up."

"No, no, no." Mo Shaoqing refused Ling Senhao's help, and took a sip of plain water, suppressing the fishy smell.

"What's the matter? Isn't the food compatible with the appetite?" Mother Ling's biggest worry still happened. Sylvie wouldn't deal with Huaxia dishes, but she was very studious, and she couldn't bear to hurt her self-confidence. Sure enough, he lost face in front of the guests.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Mo Shaoqing waved his hand, but the paleness on his face couldn't deceive anyone.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'll call the doctor!" Sylvie quickly stood up and prepared to call.

"No, don't go now, I have important things to announce." Ling Senhao stopped Sylvie's move.

Everyone was feeling curious, but when Ling Senhao cleared his throat, there was unprecedented joy on his face, as if there was something big to announce.

Ling Senhao: "Actually, Young Minister is only pregnant when he is like this... It's not that my sister-in-law is not doing well enough!"

"Pong--" Mr. Lawrence's tableware and porcelain plates made a loud and crisp sound, which was enough to prove his inner vibration at the moment.