He Is Warmer Than Time

New Year’s Eve dinner, reunion dinner, it was Aunt Zhou who came over to cook. It was Tang Jian who asked Song Xuan to intercede with their father, and forgave Aunt Zhou for concealing that year. After all, their father is not too young, and he really needs to be familiar with him. Tastes and lifestyles are taken care of by people.

There is no one more suitable than Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou carefully brought up the last bowl of soup. Tang Qingru glanced at her: "Why didn't Aunt Zhou go home to reunite with her family on New Year's Eve tonight?"

Aunt Zhou smiled: "I'll cook dinner for you, and I'll go back."

"Sit down and eat together. After eating, I will ask the driver to take you home."

Aunt Zhou behaved somewhat cautiously: "Thanks...thank you sir."

A large family of people sat around the table, and Tang Qingru glanced at his second son: "Your partner, who is called... or something, why didn't you come together?"

Oh, in order to **** off his father, Young Master Tang lied about Mu Mian as his target, as if he hadn't explained it yet.

He said neither salty nor indifferent: "It's just the relationship between boy and girl friends. She naturally wants to accompany her family."

If his father is out of breath, Mu Mian doesn't need to bring him to his father, although he did have the idea of ​​calling Mu Mian to accompany her to attend today.

But this idea was quickly dismissed by him. They had nothing to do with him, and he also promised Mu Mian to stop letting her pretend to be his girlfriend.

He has no position to ask her to attend such an occasion.

Tang Qingru frowned: "In terms of the relationship between men and women, don't be complicated, don't go to Qin Muchu, know?"

As long as Ji An doesn't care about his sister, he can deal with whoever he wants. Tang Ji'an is always inferior to Song Xuan and Song Ran in his father's mind. This is his sorrow.

"Got it." He replied lightly.

It seemed a bit cautious to eat his sister's jealousy, he wouldn't do it.

The Mu's family also had a New Year's Eve dinner. As usual, Mu Mian's mother and second aunt were busy with a large table of meals.

Mu Mian couldn't see it, so he helped set the tableware. The aunt and Mu Qin were sitting aside like a noble woman watching her set the tableware.

Mu Mian smiled: "Auntie rubbed mahjong this afternoon, so she won't get up for activities? It's good to go to the kitchen to help my mother and auntie have a dinner together. It's good to flex your muscles and bones."

The elder aunt gave her a sideways look: "You girl, a junior, has also awakened the elders. Who taught you? Did your mother teach you?"

Mu Mian smiled: "Auntie, don't be a villain, I am sympathetic to you, this cold winter, you rub mahjong for an afternoon, are you not cold? Unlike my mother, one In the afternoon, I was enema, busy with New Year’s Eve dinners, and I was so busy, Auntie, I can tell you that people of your age must be more active, or you will get sick easily."

The eldest aunt suddenly sank: "You dead girl, who is celebrating the New Year, who do you curse? Who do you curse to get sick easily?"

Mu Mian said: "I'm just making an analogy. You don't have to be so angry. If you are afraid of getting sick, you just have to move more. I'm just saying this from the bottom of my heart."

The eldest mother immediately walked up to her and poked her head with her finger: "You are a dead girl, no big or small, no rules, big Chinese New Year, all these are unlucky, uneducated, and wait for your mother to come out. I have to ask your mother how to teach you."