My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 137

On the Dragon Boat Festival in the Hopkinses.

In fact, it was no different from ordinary people celebrating the festival. The family reunited to have a big meal together. And it meant just to have some rice dumpling symbolically...

But compared to previous years, it was indeed somewhat different.

"Christina, what kind of rice dumpling is this? Why is it round?"

Charles's parents had recently traveled abroad. Mr. Shepherd spent the holiday alone desolately, so he came to the Hopkinses to have fun.

Charles stared at a round rice dumpling in his hand and pondered for a long time.

He was quite shocked. "You made this. Is it edible?"

"I didn't force you to eat it!"

Christina blushed and yelled at him angrily.

She wouldn't tell them that she originally wanted to make the traditional triangular pyramid rice dumpling. But somehow, she pinched it so hard that it became flat.

Looking at the lump of glutinous rice in her hand, Christina finally decided to round it up so that it could at least be in a shape.

"This is the ugliest rice dumpling I've ever seen."

Charles couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Charles, what are you laughing at? It's very meaningful." Christina glared at him.

"What? Its meaning? hahaha..."

Charles laughed even more arrogantly.

"These rice dumpling are made of red beans, pickled meat, salted eggs and sauce... They're traditional salty rice dumpling in southern China." Nanny Faang walked over with some fruits, chuckling.

"Young Madam Patrick has studied these for a long time, and she said that they were gifts for Young Master Patrick for the Dragon Boat Festival."

Glancing at her mischievously, Charles sighed, "Christina, you have such a bad taste. How dare you give this kind of thing to Patrick? Don't set your Wechat name Invincible Tina anymore. Just change it to Invincible Cheeky..."

Christina's face darkened.

"Charles, you bastard. How dare you say that!"

Immediately, she grabbed one of her own rice dumpling from the table and smashed it at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

At the door of the living room of the Hopkinses's Main Residence, several figures slowly walked in. From afar, people could vaguely hear their noise and laughter. However, a familiar low voice suddenly asked in a complicated tone.

Christina and Charles turned around simultaneously.

Seeing that Patrick strode towards them, Christina restrained herself a little and awkwardly put the rice dumpling back on the table. At the sight of the elders behind including Old Master Mr. Hopkins, Charles also behaved himself.

Patrick naturally sat next to Christina and inadvertently glanced at her face.

Patrick noticed that she was originally confronting with Charles angrily but suddenly became quiet and reserved now.

"Grandpa."

Christina politely greeted the old man in the front and sat more and more upright.

Turning her head, she looked with a hesitant expression at the three women on the other side: Judy, Brianna, and Barbara.

"Mom."

Looking at Judy, she politely greeted. Then she pursed her lips and decided to remain silent.

This day being the Dragon Boat Festival, Old Master Mr. Hopkins asked the maid to light some unknown incensed sticks. The whole Hopkins Family was filled with a faint smell of sandalwood, refreshing and relaxing.

The housekeeper made tea for them. It wasn't good for Christina to drink tea for pregnancy. Sitting there, she suddenly felt very embarrassed, because none of them talked and they just drank tea. It was so weird.

Christina wanted to go out for a walk in the pavilion, but before she could stand up and say anything, her hand was suddenly held by the man beside her.

She turned her head and looked at him confusedly. "What?" She asked in a low voice.

Patrick didn't immediately reply. He slightly frowned and stared at her palm. "Does it still hurt?"

She didn't understand what he meant. But Barbara, sitting diagonally opposite to her, reacted very quickly with a smile on her face, "Christina, I really appreciate it that you ran over to help me last time which caused your palm injured. I'm really sorry."

Christina was a little stunned, and then she remembered that the previous injury wasn't a big deal. But today she was making rice dumpling in the kitchen and the wound got wet and a little inflamed.

But before she could say anything, Judy snorted discontentedly. "Someone ran even when she was pregnant. Who knows if she was deliberately trying to flatter? So scheming..." She said in a disdainful tone.

"That was her real trick."

Charles was frank. He pointed at a plate of ugly rice dumpling on the table and smiled at Judy ambiguously, "For the time being, Christina isn't that scheming. So if you speak like that, auntie, I'm afraid that your daughter-in-law won't be able to keep up with you..."

Judy's face darkened.