Chapter 25 Recognition

  The sun is faint today, and it feels warm when it falls on the body, without feeling hot at all.

  The breeze is cool, and the fragrance of bamboo is wafting.

  The waiter delivered a variety of exquisite dim sum, Chinese and Western style everything.

  "The pastry chef I specially invited from Kyoto, I heard that the sweet chestnut mousse he makes is a must, everyone try it."

  Gao Jia smiled and said, "Thanks to Madam, I have a blessing today."

  Jiang Chunlan sent a piece of mousse cake to Ming Jing and smiled and said, "Ming Jing, you taste it."

  Ding Jing replied with kindness: "Thank you."

  Gao Jia's eyes rolled between the two, "Madam, did you know Miss Zhu before?"

  Why does she always feel that Mrs. Jiang’s attitude towards the true daughter of Zhu’s family is a bit unusual.

  Jiang Chunlan smiled softly, "I and Mingjing hit it off right away, so I like it naturally."

  I wish Xiangxiang a tasteless food, glanced at the girl who was sitting peacefully beside her, and her fingers were tightly holding the fork.

  "Miss Zhu, you should have been back to Zhu’s house for more than a month, right? Can you still adapt to this more than a month?" Gao Jia asked curiously.

  Ming Jing said lightly: "It's okay."

"I heard my cousin talk about something about you, saying that you had a bad experience before. You have been a monk since you were a child. It is so pitiful that you can't eat enough and don't get warm. I'm back now and I will definitely get better in the future." There is a kind smile on his face, like a caring elder sister who cares about his younger sister.

  "What? A monk?" Gao Jia couldn't say anything. The up and down people looked at Mingjing, "You used to be a nun."

  Jiang Chunlan frowned and glanced at Gao Jia.

  Ming Jing's face didn't have any displeasure, but it was still so calm and breezy.

"Well, this is Ming Jing's private matter, don't take it out." Jiang Chunlan's tone was harsh. Jiang Chunlan has always been gentle and dignified. This is the first time they have seen her speak harshly. .

  Ye Lan is very talkative, and she controls all the topics that follow. From time to time, Mrs. Jiang laughs loudly, and time slips away silently.

   "Sit and chat, I'll be with you." Jiang Chunlan put on a scarf and left in graceful steps.

  As soon as Jiang Chunlan left, the three of them relaxed at the same time. Gao Jia leaned on the back of his chair and showed off his newly made manicure: "Chu Xiangxiang, I haven't seen you for a long time. How does it feel to be a wealthy fake daughter?"

  Ye Lan took a leisurely sip of scented tea.

  Zhu Xiangxiang smiled softly and dignifiedly, unable to spot a single fault: "I have sighed for the love of God to me countless times, otherwise the first lady in Jiangzhou would not know who fell on it."

   "It's really worthy of coming out of a poor country. This shameless kung fu, all of us here are ashamed of it, don't you think, Miss Mingjing?"

  Ming Jing raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

  Gao Jia cursed from the bottom of his heart that this real daughter is really a boring gourd who can't make a fart with three sticks, and said that he would not accept any tricks.

   "According to your words, I came out of a remote country. It seems that I am not qualified to be at the same table with Miss Gao."

Gao Jia couldn't figure out what she meant, and said without a smile, "How can it be the same. The rich and aristocrats attach the most importance to blood. Although you grew up in a poor country, there is noble blood in your bones, and the environment treats you." It's a kind of tempering, but for some people, even if they fly to the branches, they still can't change the origin of the chicken coop, and they are so small that they make people laugh."

Zhu Xiangxiang sneered and was about to fight back. The people around her spoke a step earlier than her: "Zhu's family goes back twenty years, and he also made a fortune in a poor country. The origin of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang is a beggar, and it does not affect his founding of the Ming Dynasty. The dynasty, the princes and generals have a kind of Xiangning? In the 21st century, only the pedigree is about high and low, you dare to go home and look up the genealogy of your Gao family, go back a few generations, are you a farmer facing the loess and back to the sky? ?"

The girl’s crisp voice was loud, not rushing, gentle and firm, as if spring thunder was blowing in her ears, she just sat there tenderly, her eyebrows were cold and gentle, her eyes were tight and coercive. light.

  Zhu Xiangxiang glanced at Ming Jing, pursing her lips and making no sound.

  Gao Jia was stunned, and smirked, "You are really interesting. You really regard Zhu Xiangxiang as your intimate sister. You will cry sooner or later."

  Ye Lan smiled and said, "This kind of thing, like people knowing that they are warm and cold when drinking water, let's not worry about her."

  Mingjing stood up suddenly, Zhou Xue hurried over: "Miss Zhu."

   "I want to go to the bathroom."

   "Miss I wish to come with me."

Ming Jing followed Zhou Xue away, Gao Jia glanced at the back of the two entering the living room, turned his head and looked at Zhu Xiangxiang with a smile.

"I heard that Gao Chang was chasing the daughter of Zhu’s family recently. I thought he was so insightful when he saw Zhu Mingjing today, and I knew that my cousin, if he doesn’t make a move, he will do it. It's a blockbuster haha."

How could Zhu Xiangxiang couldn't hear the irony in her words and curled her lips, "Why is it different from the version I heard? Gao Chang chased after him, but people didn't bother to pay attention to him. Is it romantic? There are girls who can't catch up? It's really strange."

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   "Little Master Ming Jing, I didn't expect it to be you."

  Ming Jing turned around, and the noble and noble Mrs. Jiang at the front of the outsiders looked excited at this moment, and hurried forward a few steps to hold Ming Jing's hands.

   "So you are the true daughter of Zhu's family."

  The uproar that had been spread earlier, she even knew it today.

  Ming Jing took a step back, squeezing flowers with one hand: "Amitabha, Mrs. Jiang."

  "Little Master, haven’t you been vulgar anymore?"

  Ming Jing smiled and shook his head: "I don't have to say it, the Buddha will always be in my heart."

   "You are right. Are you wishing your family a good time? May your family bully you?"

  I wish that the mother and daughter are not good roles, Master Ming Jing is compassionate, and I am afraid she will suffer.

   "Madam is worrying too much."

   "By the way, at Anzhi Tinglan that day, you saved me, right."

  Eligible celebrities that day were invited today. The moment she saw Ming Jing, she already had the answer in her heart.

  (End of this chapter)

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