Mo Xiaodie put down the kitchen knife in her hand and stared at her son: "Why should I like him?"
Mo Zizhong tilted his head and said seriously: "First, Mr. Lu is good-looking, strict with himself, and rich. Second, he is our biological father after all, and Ranran and I don't want to see him with other women.
Get married. Third, I think children who have both a father and a mother are the happiest. Mommy should think about us."
"You mean you and Ranran are not happy now?" Mo Xiaodie suppressed the surprise in her heart and asked her son. Unexpectedly, her son has been silent, but he has been longing for his father in his heart.
Mo Zizhong shook his head: "With mommy, Uncle Li, and godfather, godmother is here, of course Ranran and I are very happy. But -"
As he spoke, he lowered his head.
"But what?" Mo Xiaodie didn't know why her son suddenly stopped talking in the middle of the sentence.
"However, we also hope that mommy can be happy. If godmother is with godfather, Uncle Li will definitely find someone he likes. When we grow up, we have to go to school and start a family, and then mommy will be the only one left.
When you die, you will feel very lonely. I hope Mommy will be cared for and loved by others."
Mo Xiaodie was shocked and moved that her son said such profound and far-reaching words at such a young age.
She knelt down and hugged her son: "You are here with Mommy! Mommy is not alone."
"But we will grow up and have our own lovers. Mommy, it doesn't matter if it's not Mr. Lu. You go have a relationship and relax yourself. Don't put so much pressure on yourself every day."
Seeing her son persuade her to fall in love at such a young age, she was angry and funny at the same time. She pinched his nose and pretended to be angry: "Mo Zizhong, do you dislike Mommy?"
Mo Zizhong took the opportunity to hug her neck and act coquettishly: "No, Dabao likes mommy the most."
Mo Xiaodie touched his head: "Go and help mommy set the dishes. The food will be ready soon."
Soon, the food was set and everyone sat down.
Ranran was eating the braised pork and sweet and sour pork ribs that she made herself, with a satisfied look on her face: "It would be great if I could eat the food cooked by mommy every day."
Mo Zizhong pinched her belly in disgust: "If you continue to eat, you will almost become a pig."
Ranran slapped his hand away and glared: "I want you to take care of it!"
Wang Ping gave Ranran some vegetables: "Come on, Ranran, eat some vegetables, otherwise you will be constipated again."
Mo Zizhong frowned: "Godmother, can you stop saying such unappetizing words while eating?"
Wang Ping couldn't help but laugh: "This is off-putting. When you were a child, you pooped all over me while we were eating!"
Mo Zizhong's face immediately turned red: "Godmother, why do you always mention things from childhood?"
Everyone couldn't help laughing.
Ranran pointed at his face: "Brother, shame!"
Everyone enjoyed this lunch. Mo Xiaodie's depressed mood gradually improved amidst the laughter and laughter of the children.
After lunch, she accompanied Ranran and Zizhong to watch TV and play with toys for a while. Then, the two little guys reluctantly followed Wang Ping to take a nap.