Seeing that they didn't want to eat, Huang didn't hold back the big spoon.
As fellow villagers, we have a real relationship and don't pay much attention to politeness.
Hearing Song Qiu's intention, he immediately nodded, "Sixteen? I'm free that day, and no one is here to invite me! Since you said it, I'll come early that morning!"
"Dele! Then it's settled! Grandma, you eat slowly, and we'll leave first!"
With that said, Song Qiu and the others turned to leave.
Mrs. Mo, who had been silent behind her, suddenly called out to Aling, "Once you go, it's hard to come back. It's been delayed for how many days. Come early tomorrow and come back in no time."
Ah Ling stuck out his tongue and was caught practicing martial arts by his uncle. He really couldn't hide for a day.
Who told her that she had just reached the fourth level of Guiyuan Heart Technique and still couldn't break through?
So he nodded honestly, "Yes."
Song and Qiu left.
Huang Dashao and his wife looked confused.
He picked up a piece of soft and glutinous sweet roasted pork for my mother with his chopsticks. Huang Dashao looked at my mother carefully and said, "My name is A Ling. What is this girl doing here tomorrow? Why is my mother getting up earlier and earlier lately?"
Mrs. Mo glanced at him, lowered her eyes and took a bite to burn it until it turned white, and then slowly said: "With your mother's body, she will have no problem living for another ten years."
Huang Dashao shrank his neck and thought: He believes this. Everyone thinks his mother is not strong. After all, she is eighty-four years old, but the couple accidentally saw her having sex with their own eyes.
It flew up and climbed over the backyard wall.
He often couldn't help but whisper to his wife secretly at night, "I know magic!"
Were you not a wanted gangster when you were young?
Or are there enemies chasing you and you have to hide here?
Otherwise, the body and bones would be sharper than him!
How does she look like an old lady in her eighties?
They all believed it when she said she was a little girl!
Sometimes he wonders, he is the old one, right?
After all, he is now sixty-two years old, and now he is becoming less efficient in hosting banquets.
It is estimated that he will die first.
Looking at his old wife, who is one year older than him, her body and bones are not as good as his.
Huang Dashao felt sour in his heart. If they all went ahead, who would break the pot for his mother in the future?
When this person goes, no one throws a basin to send him away, and no ghost messenger comes to pick him up on the road to hell, right?
There is nothing better than knowing a son like a mother.
Mrs. Mo glanced at him and said, "Don't worry about me in a hurry. That girl Aling is my niece and nephew. I will have her when I die, so you should worry about your own affairs first."
The couple looked at each other.
Nephew and grandson?
Where did the nephew and grandson appear from?
That's great. Why do you think I'm talking about this?
Is this something they can know?
I don’t want to hide it from them anymore, and am I going to confess my true identity?
Is he a gangster or is he being hunted by his enemies?
Are you going to be killed?
So you want them to worry about what's behind them?
They are in their sixties, they have lived enough, and they have no children, so they are not afraid of death.
Just die, the whole family will still be together after death!
Seeing the couple's winking gestures, Mrs. Mo slightly raised her forehead and put down her chopsticks.
"What do you think of the three pillars?"
Aren't you talking about your mother's great-nephew?
How come the conversation suddenly turns to his young apprentice Sanzhu?
Although Huang Dashao was confused, he still answered seriously, "Sanzhu is honest, hard-working, and filial to us. I like him very much, and I don't hide it at all. I am slowly teaching him the skills, so I just hope
In the future I won’t be able to hold a big spoon anymore, someone will take over this skill for me!”
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have the Huang family's banquet hosting skills."
After hearing this, Mrs. Mo said: "A disciple is a disciple after all. His surname is Li, not Huang. What will be passed on in the future will also be the Li family's craftsmanship."
When Huang Dashao heard this, his expression became sad, and Dashao's wife also cried silently.
Not having a son or a daughter is the biggest regret in their lives!
Huang Dashao didn't express this regret, but just nodded and said: "It belongs to the Li family, as long as someone passes on this craft, I don't care."
"I have spoken to Fawang's wife, and they are willing to adopt Sanzhu to you as their son. What do you think?"
What Mrs. Mo said made Huang Dashao and his wife so shocked that they couldn't speak.
After a long while, Huang Dashao found his voice. He couldn't believe it, "Fawang and the two of them are really willing?"
Originally, Sanzhu was too senior to be his apprentice. It was because he had no son. Sanzhu was willing to learn this craft. The prosperous couple also wanted their son to have a craftsman's livelihood, so they hit it off and became master and apprentice.
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He just thought that in the future Sanzhu would be able to support the couple until they were old and help him serve his mother. In order not to lose this skill, he tried his best to teach Sanzhu.
But he never thought that Sanzhu could be his son.
Can a prosperous couple be willing to part with each other?
Dashao's wife raised her eyes, with a hint of excitement and expectation in her eyes.
Mrs. Mo said: "They have three sons. Dazhu and Erzhu both asked for wives. Each of the two daughters-in-law is more fertile than the other. How many years have it been? They have three grandchildren, and the second daughter-in-law has a big belly."
Up."
"With this momentum, we will have to spend a lot of effort to marry all the grandchildren in the future. Sanzhu is already sixteen this year, so it's time to say goodbye. Their family's financial resources are just that, and they can't support three sons."
"Even if Sanzhu is adopted, they still have two sons and so many grandsons to inherit the incense, Sanzhu is not missing.
And when Sanzhu enters the Huang family, all the wealth you two earn will belong to him. If you two find a good wife for him, your life will be easier and faster."
"So when I mentioned it, they both nodded and said yes."
"Is that so?" Huang Dashao's mouth trembled with excitement. Could he have a son?
If he's not an apprentice, he's a son. Will he support them until they die and throw a basin for them?
"Go out!"
Mrs. Mo sighed and took out a blue cloth money bag from her arms, "All my savings are here, take it, buy some things and go to Li's house tomorrow to have a good talk and pick a good day to do it."
Let’s have a drink and invite everyone to come and bear witness. I have paid homage to the ancestors of the Huang family and kowtowed to you and offered you tea. Even if this matter is completed, I can feel at ease.”
Huang Dashao looked at the money bag and did not dare to take it. His eyes suddenly turned red, "Mom, you... you are... don't scare your son!"
How does it sound like explaining the aftermath?
Does their family really have no enemies who want to kill them?
Wouldn't it be a disaster to recognize a son now?
Mrs. Mo couldn't help but put the money bag into her son's hand, and said angrily: "I told you, I can live for another ten years with this body, what's wrong? You still hope that your mother will die?"
Huang Dashao came back to his senses and said hurriedly: "How come? My son is taking it, just take it!" He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. If my mother said it's no problem, then it's no problem.
But his head felt heavy in his hands, he shook it, and his heart shuddered,