Two people walked to the table and put a bowl of white porridge and a small bowl of red braised meat on it.,As the old saying goes: "Parents' words are matchmakers' decrees." Even though Ye Qianzhi just crossed over and didn't even know the situation clearly, she understood that what made her head spin wasn't these two people in front of her.,Maybe one day Song Sanlang will die, and if Ye Wenqian marries him then, wouldn't she be at risk of becoming a widow anytime。