Liu Mudun unexpectedly did not expect the direction of the matter.

When he no longer wanted to join the club and did not want to make that red stick, Uncle Mo began to teach him a set of improved military boxing.

Liu Mudun felt a little ridiculous.

When he tried his best to join the Black Club in order to protect his mother from domestic violence and wanted to stand up and stand firm. When he quietly followed Uncle Mo to become an equally quiet cook, he himself didn't know that every new member would be warned not to provoke Sister Guihua and Mudun's big nephew.

The relationship between the two major forces is still not harmonious, but they both adhere to the above rules.

Unconsciously, Liu Mudun has lived into the legends he once looked up to during his rebellious years.

But now he doesn't care about those things anymore.

Uncle Mo is right. The so-called growth is the process of your life today looking back at you yesterday and finding yourself stupid, and then you have to repeat it all the time.

The seventeen-year-old boy had fine fluff on his lips. Ma Guihua often looked at her son, saying that he was becoming more and more like his father.

The only regret is that although Liu Mudun’s name is Mudun, he failed to learn his father’s carpenter skills and became a chef.

There is nothing wrong with the chef.

The profession of cook is the best interpretation of "making a living by your ability".

When Liu Mudun continued to study the eight major cuisines and was so drunk that he studied the meat and vegetable dishes in ancient books such as "Dinner, Food and Food Notes" and "Shanjia Qing Gong", he couldn't help but thank Uncle Mo for forcing himself to have at least finished junior high school.

He can understand the accounts of opening a hotel, but he can barely understand some ancient texts.

Unfortunately, the disciples of the church starved to death. He thought Uncle Mo would live with them all his life, and my mother always smiled but didn't say anything, but when she was sure that he could stand alone, Uncle Mo chose to say goodbye to them.

That meal was always the leader of Chef Liu Mudun. Uncle Mo, who has always served them, sat quietly this time, carefully savored every dish he presented, and congratulated Liu Mudun on his journey.

In fact, at this time, no one can sigh that it is better to control the temperature, the reasonable application of various seasonings and the innovation.

He didn't expect that just to satisfy Tiluojia and his desires, he finally discovered a life that was truly suitable for Liu Mudun.

Meeting is always unexpected, and separation has always been planned for a long time.

And Mo Yan and the mother and son were actually just planning.

It took Mo Yu more than four years to complete this task, but he didn't feel tired or hard. After the initial fear of Liu Mudun leaving Qingbao Town, everything was at the control.

Tiluoga despised his way of doing tasks was not easy enough, but Mo Yan believed that the way to use troops was to attack the heart and attack the city was the best. Facing the middle school boy in the rebellious period, the more you teach him, the more you dislike him, the more rebellious you will be, and it will only intensify the contradictions.

It is better to be loose than to block.

Unless he is willing to stay for this task, he keeps his pace and watches Liu Mudun until Ma Guihua dies.

That's really exhausting!

Mo Yan relied on letting the stubborn mother and son untied the knot in his heart little by little, and then fundamentally eliminated the hidden dangers of the two communities in Qingbao Town, and was basically stable.

But what Mo Wu didn't expect was that Liu Mudun would later find out about the construction site he mentioned. It happened that there was a carpenter named Mo. Unfortunately, this father who didn't know him, and there was no younger brother named Mo Wu.

After returning to Qingbao Town disappointed, Ma Guihua looked at her silly son and said, "It's useless to find it if I say it's useless to find it. He is not a person from our world at all."

"Mom, why are you becoming more and more sacred? You are not from our world yet? Could Uncle Mo be a ghost or a god?" Liu Mudun curled his lips.

Ma Guihua leaned closer to her son and said, "Don't believe it. I ask you, have you seen a weasel as powerful as his Huang Daxian? That is not an object on earth. Besides, except for those Linghu Chong and Huang Feihong who are flying around the eaves and walls on TV, who have you seen as powerful as him?"

"You can't admit that talented people have existed since ancient times. You can't just not recognize the existence of others just because you can't see it. For example, air, can you see it? But do you dare to say that there is nothing? You can suffocate you to death."

Ma Guihua accurately found her son's ear with one hand and twisted it fiercely: "Little bastard, why are you talking to your mother!"

She leaned closer to her son a little, lowered her voice and said, "I tell you, I have been having a dream these days, and you almost angered me to death. I dreamed that you really killed Zhang Dabao that day, the police arrested you to jail. When you ran away, they all called me a star of the Sangmen, defeating your father and Zhang Dabao to death..."

Liu Mudun felt nervous and asked, "What did you think later? What else did you dream about?"

"Some of them are remembered and some don't remember. I was so angry that I vomited blood. I was sick and couldn't go to work. I sold my house and paid Zhang Mingming for compensation. It seemed... It seemed that you died later, and I was beaten to death by several people. The blood on my face scared me..."

Liu Mudun suddenly looked dissatisfied. He was not afraid that Ma Guihua's dream was too unlucky, but that he seemed to have had this dream in a daze. He didn't know that he had killed Zhang Dabao and went to find Brother Hong as agreed in advance. However, Brother Hong turned against him at that time, saying that they had never let him kill anyone, and asked him to leave quickly.

Later, he ran away from home. He still had a life before he finished elementary school. He always stayed at the bottom of society and did everything without a fixed place.

He thought that such panic and fear seemed to never end, but he was killed by someone in the strange and cold city as his mother said.

"Actually, what I want to tell you is that I dreamed of your father yesterday. He said that he made a wish to find someone to save us, and told you not to kill Zhang Dabao and not to be deceived into society..."

He also asked his son to take care of her as his unqualified husband.

Liu Mudun recalled everything about her time with Uncle Mo, and a sudden feeling rushed up the sky spirit cover along his back.

Could it be...

Uncle Mo is really the person whom his father said to help him?

The mother and son looked at each other and both understood something in each other's eyes.

"Mom, I dreamed that my dad said that he had no regrets and was going to be reincarnated."

"Yes, this time, I must live a good life." Liu Mudun murmured: "Mom, I think we will always call this store name. In the future, I will marry a wife and have a son, and the store will be called this name. What if Uncle Mo can still come to our world!"

"Little bastard, how old are you, you know that you miss your wife? Then you can make money well and save your wife's money on your son's milk powder."
Chapter completed!