Two people walked to the table and put a bowl of white porridge and a small bowl of red braised meat on it.,Smelling the fragrance of the braised meat, Ye Qianzhi's stomach growled even louder. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.,“Think it over carefully. Are you going to marry into the Song family in place of your cousin, or marry Wang Mazizi!” The older woman said coldly: “The Ye family raised you for fourteen years, it wasn’t for nothing.”。