At around eleven o'clock at noon, Mo Xiaodie bought a lot of snacks and vegetables that Zizhong and Ranran liked and went to a nearby home.
As soon as she opened the door, two small figures rushed towards her.
"Mommy, I miss you so much." Ranran hugged her waist, hanging on her body and refusing to come down.
Mo Xiaodie was holding something in both hands and couldn't free her hands, so she had to bend down when she hugged her.
Mo Zizhong quickly helped her take the things in her hands and put them on the shelf at the door.
"Ranran, come down quickly, Mommy will be very tired if you act like this." He felt sorry for Mommy and was about to pull Ranran off Mo Xiaodie.
Ranran saw that Mo Xiaodie's hands had been freed, and she stretched out her arms coquettishly: "Mommy, give me a hug!"
Mo Xiaodie picked up her daughter with a doting look on her face, held Zizhong with her other hand, walked to the sofa and sat down.
Li Mingyang's daughter-in-law Wang Ping heard the sound and came out of the kitchen: "Xiaodie, you are back!"
Mo Xiaodie quickly put down Ran Ran, ran over and hugged Wang Ping: "Sister-in-law, thank you!" As she said that, her nose became sore and her eyes became a little red.
Wang Ping patted her shoulder: "Family, why are you so polite? You forgot, I am Zizhong and Ranran's godmother."
Mo Xiaodie sniffed, pulled Wang Ping to the sofa and asked her to sit down: "Sister-in-law, please sit down and rest for a while, I will make lunch."
Wang Ping was a little reluctant: "I heard from your elder brother that you went to Yancun yesterday to find the children and were busy all day. When you get home, take a good rest. You can stay with the children while I cook."
Ranran grabbed Wang Ping and frowned: "Godmother, let my mommy cook, Ranran really wants to eat the braised pork and sweet and sour pork ribs she made." As she said that, her saliva started to flow down.
Wang Ping wiped her saliva lovingly: "You little heartless boy, didn't I stew chicken legs for you yesterday? Why are you so greedy!"
Mo Zizhong, who had been standing aside, couldn't help but say: "Godmother, chicken legs, braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs have different tastes."
Wang Ping pretended to be angry and pointed at Mo Zizhong: "Dabao, haven't you always disliked eating meat? Why are you greedy now?"
Mo Zizhong raised his head with pride: "My mommy's cooking is the most delicious, and I also like to eat meat."
Wang Ping pretended to be sad, covering her chest and lying on the sofa: "You two little heartless little ones, my godmother is so heartbroken, so sad!"
Seeing Wang Ping as if she was about to cry, Ran Ran quickly ran over and threw herself into her arms to please her: "Godmother, your stewed chicken legs are also delicious, and Ran Ran likes to eat them too. Godmother, don't be sad."
The corner of Mo Zizhong's mouth moved slightly: "Godmother, stop pretending, adults can't deceive children."
Wang Ping saw through him and pointed at them with a smile: "Xiaodie, look quickly, your son is going to become a spirit."
Mo Zizhong walked over and sat next to Wang Ping: "Godmother, Ranran and I also love you very much, but your cooking skills are really not as good as my mommy, so don't be angry."
Wang Ping was completely defeated by Zizhong: "Whose character do you follow? You can make people mad in minutes!"
Mo Xiaodie had already walked into the kitchen carrying the vegetables and meat she had just bought.
Mo Zizhong turned his head and glanced, stood up and walked over to give Wang Ping a squeeze on his shoulder: "Godmother, please don't be angry! My mommy has only come back for such a short time after so long, so you have to be jealous too, adults can't be like this
Narrow-minded.”
Wang Ping glared at him and waved her hands speechlessly: "Mo Zizhong, go to the kitchen and help your mother pick vegetables. Stop comforting me. Your straight man's comfort will be shared by your godmother.
My blood pressure will soar every minute. I'm about to enter menopause, so please stop messing with me."
Ranran tilted her head and asked in confusion: "Godmother, what is menopause?"
Mo Zizhong walked to the kitchen door but turned around and explained to Ranran seriously: "Menopause is a sign of a woman getting older. My godmother is about to become an old woman."
Wang Ping angrily grabbed the pillow on the sofa and threw it over: "Mo Zizhong, your skin is itchy, aren't you?"
Li Mingcheng opened the door and came in at this moment. He caught the pillow with quick eyes and hands: "Sister-in-law, did you quarrel with Zizhong again?"
"You asked him what he just said?"
Li Mingcheng looked at Mo Zizhong in confusion: "Did you make your godmother angry?"
Ranran ran over and explained seriously: "Brother said that my godmother has entered menopause and will soon become a grandmother."
Li Mingcheng couldn't hold back his laughter: "Sister-in-law, this is your fault. What Zizhong said is right!"
Wang Ping stood up and pointed at Li Mingcheng's nose: "Li Mingcheng, are your skin itchy? Zi Zhong is so outspoken and has no emotional intelligence. You taught him this."
Li Mingcheng retorted dissatisfiedly: "Why did I teach you? It's all about genetics."
With that said, he walked up to Wang Ping and lowered his voice: "Have you ever seen his father? He is a standard straight man. He can choke people to death with every word he speaks."
Wang Ping's eyes lit up, and she pulled him to the balcony with a gossipy look on her face: "Have you met Zizhong's father? How does he look like?"
Li Mingcheng rolled his eyes: "Dasou, I think what Zizhong said is absolutely right. You are really getting older and have begun to forget. Their father is Lu Chenxu, the president of Lu Group. I asked you specifically a few days ago
I’ve seen his photos online.”
Wang Ping pinched his ears dissatisfied: "Who do you think is older? Can the photo be the same as the real person?"
"Sister-in-law, I was wrong, please let go, it hurts."
Seeing Li Mingcheng begging for mercy, Wang Ping let go.
She looked back at the kitchen with a worried look on her face: "Well, actually, children are the happiest when they grow up beside their biological parents. However, Zi Zhong's father is too outstanding and too dazzling, so I'm afraid he won't like Xiao.
butterfly."
Li Mingcheng said straightforwardly: "You guessed it wrong. Xiaodie is the one who doesn't like her now."
When Wang Ping heard this, she immediately became interested: "Let's talk and listen."
So Li Mingcheng, a big talker, told Wang Ping everything Lu Chenxu had said to him that morning.
Wang Ping slapped her leg: "Such an outstanding man is also the biological father of the children. If Xiaodie has any hesitation, I will go and persuade her right away."
Li Mingcheng was so frightened that he quickly stopped her: "My dear sister-in-law, please don't make any trouble, okay? Xiaodie has to deal with emotional matters by herself. She should have her own reasons for not accepting Mr. Lu. After all, we don't
Having experienced her life, I cannot understand her feelings."
In the kitchen, Mo Zizhong looked presentable and was helping Mo Xiaodie peel potatoes and peel garlic with a serious look on his face!
"Dabao, you must learn to cook, so that girls will like you in the future, and you can surprise and comfort your wife when she is tired." Mo Xiaodie taught her son earnestly.
Mo Zizhong raised his head and rolled his eyes at her: "Mommy, you are thinking too far."
"Why did I think too far? Men who can cook are the most attractive and the most popular with girls."
"Then my dad, no, it's Mr. Lu who cooks?"
"This -" Mo Xiaodie thought for a moment. She seemed to have never seen Lu Chenxu enter the kitchen before.
"Probably not!"
"So, mommy, you don't like him, right?" Mo Zizhong suddenly said something shocking.