General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291: The Power of the Three Little Ones (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Wei Ting shot him a cold look. “Take it yourself!”

Xiaohu trembled. His father was so fierce today.

Xiaohu jumped off the chair resentfully and swung his head. “The young widow is going to visit the grave

Wei Ting trembled. “Shut up! You’re not allowed to listen to opera again!”

Xiaohu felt aggrieved.

What was wrong with listening to the show?

He learned so much!

Shouldn’t his father praise him?

Dinner was corn flour steamed buns and a mandarin duck pot. Father Su and Su Ergou had the heavy spicy soup base. Su Xiaoxiao and the three little ones had the mushroom soup base. Wei Ting was not picky.

The family finished five catties of lamb chops, two catties of ribs, two catties of plum blossom meat, and a large plate of mushrooms and vegetables. Of course, there were also three dishes of their favorite lotus root and glutinous rice pearl balls.

This was not enough. She added some noodles.

The family was full.

Su Ergou lay on a rattan chair in the backyard and bathed in the moonlight with the three little ones.

Wei Ting went to the kitchen to boil water.

Suddenly, a man in black flashed in.

It was not a secret guard, but Yuchi Xiu.

“Sir, that bastard Xiao Zhonghua is going to plot against you!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the secret guard came.

He did not come alone. Behind him was the white-robed man in the bamboo hat.

The appearance of the white-robed man basically meant that Matriarch Wei had given an order.

He said, “Young Master, the Matriarch wants you to return to the residence immediately.”

At the Wei family, Matriarch Wei did not eat in her courtyard today. Instead, she went to the small ancestral hall of the mansion. This place was decked with the memorial tablets of the Wei family’s ancestors, which included Old General Wei, and the others.

When Wei Ting and the white-robed man arrived at the small ancestral hall, Matriarch Wei had just finished serving the last incense.

Matriarch Wei did not turn around and said calmly, “Come here and offer incense to your grandfather and father.”

Wei Ting entered as instructed. He raised his hands and respectfully took the lit incense from Matriarch Wei. He bowed to his grandfather’s memorial tablet and inserted it into the incense burner.

“Your father’s.” Matriarch Wei handed him a few more lit incense sticks.