289: Why Aren’t You Taking It? You Don’t Like It?

Why Aren’t You Taking It? You Don’t Like It?

She felt that Old Madam was saying it on purpose to help Qiao Mianmian out. 1

But even if that was the case, what could she say?

Old Madam had treated her pretty well all these years and hardly made things difficult for her. But she still had some fear towards this mother-in-law of hers.

She was unable to be as close and affectionate to Old Madam like Qiao Mianmian was.

She'd always been very conscious of her place in the family. She felt that as a daughter-in-law, it was best to keep a respectable distance from her mother-in-law, the head of the household.

"Grandma, this bowl of soup is for you."

Qiao Mianmian was a little taken aback by Madam Mo's exchange with Old Madam.

She looked up at Mo Yesi with some surprise in her eyes.

She'd always thought that he took such good care of her because he'd been used to doing this all his life.

But…

She'd only just found out that even Old Madam and Madam Mo hadn't been taken care of like this before?!

Being a new addition to the family and the only one who was pampered this way wasn't a good thing.

It might make her unwelcome.

So Qiao Mianmian quickly brought the bowl over to Old Madam and said sweetly, "Grandma is the head of the household, you can drink first."

Old Madam was slightly shocked at first, but she quickly broke into a wide grin.

"My granddaughter-in-law is such a good girl!"

She patted Qiao Mianmian's hand she was holding and couldn't stop smiling.

"Brat, you've got to learn from Mianmian!" Old Madam chided him. "It's always better to have a girl who knows how to dote on others. You and your dad are the same, ingrates!"

Mo Yesi smiled but did not deny it.

He knew that Old Madam was just making fun of him and didn't mean it seriously.

Of course she didn't.

It was obvious from the way Old Madam refused to take her hands off Qiao Mianmian's. Mo Yesi couldn't help but smile at this scene too.

He knew that Old Madam would definitely like her.

After all, his wife was so beautiful, how could Old Madam not like her.

After handing Old Madam some soup, Qiao Mianmian had to do the same for Madam Mo too.

She scooped some chicken soup into the bowl and handed it to Madam Mo, saying with some uneasiness and embarrassment, "… Mom, have some soup too."

Madam Mo looked up at her and then at the soup. She didn't receive it right away.

Qiao Mianmian waited for a while and looked up, a little surprised.

She was met with Madam Mo's cold eyes.

But the next moment, the coldness disappeared.

It was so quick that Qiao Mianmian wondered if she'd seen it wrongly in the first place.

Qiao Mianmian was in that position for a minute, and Madam Mo still did not take the bowl off her hands.

"Mom."

Mo Yesi furrowed his brows slightly. "Mianmian scooped some soup for you, why aren't you taking it? You don't like it?"

He got up and took the bowl of soup, placing it before Madam Mo directly. "Or did you want me to do it instead? Isn't it better that your daughter-in-law is being filial to you?"

With that, he held Qiao Mianmian's hand and got her to sit.

Madam Mo was being deliberate.

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