Wangyue knew Meng Qianxiu. At that time, she was as big as a Yao. She hid behind the mahogany partition fan, leaned out her small head and looked curiously at the front hall.

    The blessing of Ru kiln plum bottles on both sides of the partition fan was not found by her father and guests. At that time, I didn''t know what the guest said to his father. His father was furious, pointed to his nose and scolded. He was carried away by the nursing mother without hearing clearly. However, with the idea that "the person hated by his father must be a bad man", Xiao Wangyue wrote down his face.

    The carefree childhood seemed to end abruptly after the conversation.

    The stars are always there, and the green mountains are still there. What has changed is the surname of the one sitting on the Dragon chair. The dynasties have changed, and their family has been implicated.

    The raging fire burned the memory of the past. The guest stood in the sea of fire. When he turned around, his face coincided with Meng Qianxiu in front of him. They were the same person. Even though he had gone through the vicissitudes of life, years left traces on his eyebrows and sideburns, and looked at the moon and never forgot.

    When the handsome young man became more and more mature, he could get a glimpse of the little girl around him. She peeped at him and intertwined her admiration and dependence.

    "Tonight''s new year''s Eve dinner should be the best I have eaten in so many years. You have a heart, Xiao Sui." Mrs. Meng said that when she was young, she brought a tray with red seals and sachets in it.

    Mrs. Meng continued, "one by one, you''ve worked hard tonight."

    Feng Hong gave Wangyue, and a Yao and bird''s nest each received sachets. A Yao''s smile quickly came to her ear. The sachet was heavy. She began to fall on her wrist and gently pinched the sachet with her fingers. She didn''t know what was in it. It seemed to be one bean after another. Was it gold beans? Or zongzi sugar? My heart is itchy. I want to open it on the spot to solve the mystery.

    The bird''s nest receives the sachet into her sleeve. She is clever and quiet. Compared with her, a Yao is more in line with the image of a lively and curious child. The little action of pinching the sachet can''t hide from several people on the table. Xue Nianzhi looks at it in her eyes. A sachet is so happy. It''s really not as good as the girl next to her.

    Wangyue took Feng Hong and went back, inadvertently blocking Meng Qianxiu''s line of sight.

    After receiving the reward, Meng Qianxiu smiled and asked about the materials and methods of the dishes on a Yao''s new year''s Eve dinner.

    A Yao briefly described one or two and spoke clearly. Meng Qianxiu seemed to like it more and more. Finally, he put forward a proposal that surprised all four people: "your name is Yao Zhu, isn''t it? Do you have parents at home? I intend to recognize you as my daughter. What do you think? "

    A Yao was surprised and speechless.

    "Dry daughter? Sir, why did you choose her! " Xue Nianzhi was the one who had the biggest reaction. She yelled on the spot, but because she was still a child and everyone''s eyes focused on Meng Qian''s self-cultivation, they didn''t pay attention to her.

    After the old lady Meng was stunned, she immediately thought of another thing, "aren''t you going to get a wife and have children in the future?"

    Otherwise, why recognize a little girl who will be a cook in the future as a dry daughter?

    Meng Qianxiu seemed to have some difficulties to hide and smiled bitterly: "godmother, I''ll explain it to you later. Yao Zhu, would you like to recognize me as godfather? " He turned back and asked Yao Zhu for his opinion.

    Mrs. Meng is a widow, but she is a low-key rich businessman with great wealth. Otherwise, she would not invite the master and apprentice looking at the moon for three or four days on the important day of new year''s Eve. Meng Qianxiu was her adopted son and was more or less favored by her. To put it mildly, old lady Meng seems to have a general relationship with her mother''s family. If she drives a crane West for a hundred years, this property will fall into Meng Qianxiu''s hands to a great extent.

    Being his adoptive daughter will also follow. The cook shakes herself to be a daughter of gold and flies to the branches to become a Phoenix. It sounds like pie falling from the sky and money coming from the ground.

    On the contrary, ah Yao did not show ecstasy. Meng Qianxiu''s sudden proposal had no reason and foreshadowing, which made her vigilant. There was no free lunch in the world. They hurried to take someone down as an adoptive daughter in less than a quarter of an hour. There must be something fishy in it!

    A Yao is distressed about how to say the words of evasion beautifully and gently without offending people, but she remembers that she is just an ordinary little girl now, and her words can also be regarded as childlike words.

    This is her biggest advantage!

    So she shook her head like a rattle and refused straightforwardly: "no, I have master moon watching. I don''t need a godfather!"

    She hid behind the moon. Meng Qianxiu drew her a big cake. She didn''t answer any of it.

    Meng Qianxiu breathed secretly. The girl could grind and keep a warm smile. She followed the guidance: "Yao Zhu, I Meng Qianxiu knew I was wrong:" yes, I know my mistake. "

    At present, only three masters and disciples looking at the moon are looking at them. Meng Qianxiu and old lady Meng look at them at the same time.

    "Master, is the princess like us, cooking in the kitchen every day?" Ah Yao pulled at the skirt of Wang Yue. She was innocent and ignorant. She thought she was whispering, but actually everyone could hear it. Wang Yue stared at her. Ah Yao blinked more innocently. Wang Yue puffed and laughed and made a vague voice from her throat. Ah Yao suddenly realized and hugged Wang Yue''s arm. "I''m not going anywhere with my master father. Anyway, I''m cooking in the kitchen. Why should I be someone else''s dry daughter, So I can''t receive the sachet? "

    He is really an open-minded steamed stuffed bun. Xue Nianzhi sneered from the bottom of her heart and quietly loosened her hands to smooth the wrinkles of her skirt.

    "Hahaha, the old woman won''t short your sachet." Old lady Meng laughed happily and didn''t mention it when she saw the moon. Even if Meng Qianxiu''s gaffe was lifted.

    She kept her childish smile and returned to the room. Ah Yao threw herself on the bed and rolled around with her bedding. Just now she was really scared to death. Fortunately, she had an idea. She remembered two farmers she had seen before. She imagined that the emperor was also the stem of a senior farmer and fooled her about doing her daughter.

    The little girl''s eyes on the table flew a knife. If she dared to promise, she cut her alive.