I Wish Mo All the Best

Qianmo didn't say anything too harsh to the naughty child. She just continued her aunt's way of educating her children, praising Zhouzhou for being good at throwing things, giving him some money and whispering in his ear...

Walk 500 meters forward, and there is a new Lego experience store opened in the department store. There are many large models waiting for you...

Be brave enough to give grandma a ring!

That naughty kid always got what he wanted. He was highly praised by his grandma for throwing models here, and he also got money as encouragement. When he was in high spirits, he asked his grandma to play with him when he went out. When he went to someone else's house, he invited people from abroad. The large-scale works made by Lego certified master builders who came here were recommended.

His mother was dumbfounded. When the store saw that it was okay, they caught the aunt and Zhouzhou to pay compensation. The aunt was not willing to spend the money, so she called Chen Baichuan for help.

After hearing the whole story, Chen Baichuan felt somehow not only unsympathetic, but also felt a little inexplicably happy.

But they were relatives after all, so it was hard for him to refuse when his aunt opened her mouth. Just as he was about to say it, he saw his aunt floating over from the kitchen carrying a steaming iron spoon.

"I'm a vixen, and Momo deserves to have the engagement annulled..."

These words were taught to her by Qianmo in the kitchen. They were not her aunt's usual whining and roaring style, but such a "white lotus" secretly sobbing face was more useful to Chen Baichuan than roaring.

"My family is also very nervous. I don't have that much cash on hand. Please ask your son to come over." Chen Baichuan hung up the phone and watched his aunt turn around with a sad face, then floated back with the spoon, her shoulders were still shaking. shake.

Chen Baichuan felt distressed. His fat wife was so angry. When did she see Mianmian crying like this? He really couldn't be too nice to these relatives in the future. He bullied his wife and even talked about his daughter. Chen Baichuan didn't pay attention to these things before.

Mu Mianmian went into the kitchen and closed the door. She raised her face with no trace of tears. She exchanged a sly look with Qianmo and the two high-fived in celebration.

"From now on, treat that face-saving old lady outside like this, with a mix of strength and softness. If you don't get used to the external force, just cry to my dad when you get back. If you can't figure it out, call me."

"Hey! My family is still considerate and considerate." My aunt is very happy. She has been angry with the strange relatives of the old Chen family for many years, and she is so happy today!

Qianmo was wearing an apron and looking at the soup on the fire intently. She looked very virtuous and calmly calmed down the arrogant aunt in an instant. The more the aunt thought about it, the more she felt that Qianmo was different from before.

"Momo, you've been..."

"It's getting tougher, right?" Qianmo tasted the soup. Patients shouldn't eat anything too salty.

"It's a little bit, but... I don't think there's anything wrong with this. And you've never cooked before..." My aunt was filled with relief.

It's not a good thing for a girl to be too kind, but if she's as quick-tempered and quick-tempered as she is, she'll easily suffer.

It's better to stay silent for now. He has a good grasp of the scale and can still control the overall situation without taking action. From regretting the marriage with the Lin family to taking care of his aunt, he has done everything steadily and accurately.

"Treat people with malicious intentions like a severe winter until they subdue them. Treat people who are kind to you, and you have to do your best. After all, life is so long, and there are only a few true friends. If you don't cherish the missed ones, they will be gone."

She realized these all by herself, of course, thanks to the guidance her master gave her when he was in prison.

No matter how ruthless you are, you must leave a place in your heart for the people who love you. Without this place, that person is no different from an animal.

There are billions of people in this world, but in the final analysis there are only two categories: those she cares about and those she doesn't care about, that's all.

Xiaohei, who can drink Qianmo's own soup, the master who treats her like a new parent, the aunt who always stands in front of her when she encounters problems, and the face-loving northeastern man father in her, are all classified in the former category. .

Qianmo thought about it carefully and realized that she was still a quite selfish woman. She would never love anyone who didn't love her.

Chen Baichuan smelled the increasingly fragrant soup, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper and pretending, but he was already happy in his heart.

It was the first time that my daughter had cooked when she grew up, and she did it with her daughter-in-law. As the most famous and prestigious man in the family, how should he feel about drinking soup?

Don't show too much excitement, wouldn't that be very embarrassing? He would just praise the child lightly, saying how wonderful it is to have a daughter, how considerate, hehe...

The kitchen door opened, and Chen Baichuan quickly adjusted his sitting posture and covered his face with the newspaper. He couldn't let the price drop too much.

"I won't be back for lunch at noon. I'll wait for my call if I'm back in the afternoon." Qianmo took off her apron and walked towards the door with the thermos bottle.

Chen Baichuan put down the newspaper and heard the door click shut, his heart breaking with anticipation.

Wasn't it made for him? !

"Disappointed?" Mu Mianmian came out of the kitchen and looked at Chen Baichuan's disappointed face, holding back a smile.

"Why are you disappointed?! Look at this kid, he is so shameless. He wants to run out all day long. Have you finished your homework?!" Chen Baichuan slapped the newspaper on the coffee table, and became angry with embarrassment.

"Where did she get her homework?"

Looking at Mu Mianmian's expression, he pointed at her to express his anger. "It's all because of your lax discipline! Why are you giving birth to a daughter? With your elbows turned outward, it's outrageous..."

"You want some soup?" Mu Mianmian pointed out sharply.

Chen Baichuan's old face turned red, "I drink that crap? I, Chen Baichuan, seem to be in need of someone to eat?! I don't care about it!"

My heart hurts and bleeds.

He didn't even taste it! It’s all given to the brats outside, so what’s better for the bad men? He looks so disgusting, bah, why don't you choke him to death if you drink soup?

"Here, it's yours!" Mu Mianmian brought out a bowl of soup from the kitchen and placed it in front of Chen Baichuan. Chen Baichuan's old face suddenly turned cloudy and clear.

"This is--?"

"My daughter left it for you. The child made it with her own hands - oh, you don't care about it, then I'll throw it away." Mu Mianmian gestured to throw it away, but Chen Baichuan snatched it over at lightning speed and put it in his mouth without even using a spoon. Fill the bowl with a bowl nearby.

"Hey, it's hot! You're a tiger or a tiger!"

Chen Baichuan put down the bowl, and the raised corners of his mouth shamefully betrayed his joyful thoughts, and he still kept his mouth shut.

"It tastes so-so. I just didn't want to make Momo sad, so I had to take a few sips. My daughter can cook now, so she went out to tell Lao Wang and the others that she envied them to death. What's the use of having those brats? She knows every day and tells the family Want money."

"Someone just said that she gave birth to a daughter with her elbows turned outward. I even cooked two side dishes for you in Mo Mo's kitchen. You must not be surprised. I eat them myself -"

A whirlwind roared past, and the impatient dad stopped pretending and ran straight to the kitchen. It was so delicious.

Chen Baichuan tasted it one bite at a time, feeling delighted in his heart. Hehe, so what if the brat can eat the food cooked by his daughter? He is still on the road silently now. Even if the brat eats it, it will still be leftovers. Wait a minute, what does this sound like? wrong...