The Filipino maid quickly ran up and saw Mo Yabo being carried downstairs. She hurriedly went up and took it from Ling Kexin. She could speak a few words in Chinese, but she spoke very stiffly, "Miss, please don't treat your distinguished wife like this."
Young Master."
Mo Yabo has been pampered since he was a child and has long developed the temper of a "little emperor". Today, not only did he let the two "little beggars" who suddenly came to the house be beaten and scolded, but he also let their mother pinch and hug them like this, making him angry.
He had to fly up and kick Ling Kexin.
Ling Kexin evaded quickly and blocked his feet, then pinched his face with her hands. Not only was she not angry, she smiled slightly and said in English: "The grandson of the Mo family should be polite, otherwise your grandma will be angry.
Say you are uneducated."
Her voice was not soft, and Wu Qiong who was walking behind could naturally hear it. She frowned, and her heart was blocked... The words were counterattacked by her again, Ling Kexin, you have the guts! Her eyes darkened, and she waved her hand.
The Filipino maid carried Mo Yabo into the restaurant.
Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian had been waiting in the restaurant. When they saw Wu Qiong come in, they immediately ran to the main seat and pulled out the chair for Wu Qiong.
Wu Qiong was slightly stunned, but she didn't want to refuse this "Queen Mother"-like treatment.
She slowly sat down with her chin raised slightly. Mo Xinnian obediently spread out the napkin for her, turned to smile sweetly at her, "Grandma, please have a meal."
She stretched out her hand to avoid hitting the smiling person. The two children were so well-behaved and stood beside her to serve her. However, the "little emperor" whom she loved so much had already sat down and picked up chopsticks to pick and poke here and there. She didn't even notice her as a grandma.
As if he only cares about his own temperament, he lies on the table to choose what he likes to eat as usual. Wu Qiong's face couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.
This is really a "well-educated" child, and yet the one she scolded as "uneducated" is still standing next to her, waiting for her to speak.
"You guys should sit down and eat too." Her voice softened.
After Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian heard this, they calmly sat down next to Ling Kexin on a long Western dining table. Originally, the only owners were Wu Qiong and Mo Yabo, but today, there were three more "uninvited guests".
"Auntie, this is the braised pig's trotters you like to eat. It tastes the same as that one." Ling Kexin stood up and brought some vegetables to Wu Qiong.
To be honest, the pig's trotters were burnt red and shiny. They looked fat but not greasy. It really made Wu Qiong's tongue drip with saliva.
But, do I have to eat the food she cooks?
"Who cooked the shrimp today?" She didn't believe it. Ling Kexin cooked all the dishes on this table.
Mrs. Liu walked up to her carefully and replied softly: "Madam, Miss Ling cooked all the dishes tonight."
Wu Qiong's hand holding the chopsticks paused. Did she cook them all? These plates of dishes with full color, flavor and aroma are really made by Ling Kexin. I can't believe that she looks fair and delicate, and she doesn't seem to touch Yang Chun Shui with her fingers.
Possessing culinary skills.
Even if I believe what she said before, that she went to a private restaurant to learn for two days, it is impossible to have such skills in two days. It is conceivable that she must cook by herself at home.
"Grandma, try the lion's head. This dish my mommy cooked is very delicious." Mo Zihao put a fragrant, round lion's head on a small plate and put it gently in front of her.
Wu Qiong's cheeks twitched, feeling even hungrier, but she still didn't move her chopsticks. Mo Xinnian rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand and brought a plate of steamed tofu eggs from in front of her, and carefully held it up to Wu Qiong, "Grandma,
How are your teeth? If not, you can eat this."
The tender tofu, with three bright yellow egg yolks in the middle and a few shiny oily flowers floating on it, is so appetizing.
Now, Mo Xinnian has regarded her as an old woman with loose teeth and aging body functions. If she doesn't move her chopsticks, the two children will probably move a large bowl of Sanxian soup in front of her.
Eat! Eat! Anyway, my eldest son paid for this food.
Wu Qiong started to use chopsticks to eat the vegetables, and he ate a lot. Ling Kexin secretly smiled and winked at the two children beside her.
Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian have developed the habit of chewing food carefully since they were young, and not throwing food around at the dining table. Therefore, after dinner, in front of them, in addition to seafood and shells piled on small plates,
Bones, etc., the tablecloth in front of me was very clean, and the rice grains in the bowl were not spilled.
Look at Mo Yabo again, because he lets his way and he is usually fed by his servants. Tonight, he uses chopsticks to eat by himself. Maybe he is not used to it. Not only is there a lot of rice in front of him, but he also picks out some dishes from the plate.
Very unsightly.
After another comparison, Wu Qiong's face was a little uneasy. She asked the Filipino maid to take Mo Yabo down, then turned to Mo Zihao and said: "Grandma thanks you today. If you want to stay, you can."
"Grandma, where is my sister?" Mo Zihao heard the hidden meaning.
Wu Qiong glanced at Mo Xinnian. Mo Xinnian bit the edge of the bowl and rolled her eyes... Grandma, I heard it too, you don't like Xinnian.
"Let your sister go home with your mommy." Wu Qiongming said.
Ling Kexin picked up the small bowl and drank some soup. Her natural expression made it seem as if she had not heard the conversation between her grandparents and grandson.
"I don't want to be left alone. I will not be separated from my sister." Mo Zihao's attitude was very clear.
"Okay, I don't object, then you all go home with your mommy." After Wu Qiong finished speaking, he pushed away the dishes in front of him and stood up.
Mo Zihao opened his mouth to say something, but Ling Kexin reached out and held him down.
After dinner, Ling Kexin walked out of the villa with her two children. Wu Qiong was admiring flowers in the yard. When she saw them coming, she deliberately didn't turn around and wanted to walk along the path to the backyard.
"Grandma!" Mo Zihao called her, and Wu Qiong had to stop.
"Grandma, we're home." Mo Zihao took his sister's hand and came to her, "Mommy said, this is the herbal medicine for washing feet. Let Mrs. Liu fry it before going to bed at night, and then soak your feet.
Go to sleep." As he said that, he put several packets of medicine he was carrying into Wu Qiong's hand, and without waiting for Wu Qiong to react, he took his sister and left.
Mo Xinnian took one step and looked back. She saw Wu Qiong was stunned at first, and then threw the medicine to the ground irritably. She stopped, thought about it, took off her brother's hand, and ran again.
Went back.
Lowering his head, Mo Xinnian picked up the medicine, took Wu Qiong's hand without saying a word, put the knotted rope on Wu Qiong's finger, then looked up at Wu Qiong's twitching face, and slowly looked towards her.
She revealed a beautiful sunflower.
Wu Qiong was immediately shocked by her smiling face. She hurriedly turned her head away. When she turned around, the two children were gone.
Not long after Ling Kexin returned to Zhuhai Garden with the children, Ren Yifei came.
"How are you? Are you very tired?" Ren Yifei curled her lips and asked Ling Kexin.
Ling Kexin smiled lightly and said, "It's okay, it just took me a long time to cook."
"I only heard people say that to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach. It would be better for you to rush to grab the mother-in-law's stomach. I really don't know which of your nerves is wrong, let alone
Do you know if that witch's heart will be given to you?" Ren Yifei spoke carelessly, raised her eyebrows, and gave Ling Kexin a mocking look.
Ling Kexin still smiled faintly, and then said that it was worth it. At least her two children could get close to Wu Qiong, let Wu Qiong see how smart and sensible they were, and slowly let them build a relationship.
"Hey, don't think of things so simply. Do you know that old people are prone to partiality? They will spoil the children they have raised. If they don't grow up beside you, no matter how good you are, they won't like it."
Ren Yifei continued to attack.
Mo Zihao and Mo Xinnian had already gone to play in the swimming pool. Ling Kexin stood not far away and looked at them and said with a smile: "I don't believe it. Mo Zihao's face will make Wu Qiong hate it."
Ren Yifei also looked at the children, who were having fun. Mo Zihao did look like Mo Ye, very handsome, and the little girl looked too much like Ling Kexin, except for her round chin.
Besides, aren't those eyes, nose, and small mouth carved from the same mold?
"Kexin, don't be upset after hearing this. I think the old witch will be nice to Zihao, but she will be... annoying to your little princess."
Ling Kexin felt sad after hearing this. She knew that it was because Wu Qiong hated her mother and disliked herself that she hated Mo Xinnian.
But what’s wrong with the child? Ever since she was sensible, my daughter has always envied her grandpa and grandma. Now, she has finally been able to get close to her grandma, but do the adults have to stretch out their hands to push her out? This is too cruel.
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During dinner, Wu Qiong's words were clearly stated... She just didn't like this granddaughter!
Sighing secretly, Ling Kexin hoped that Wu Qiong would change his view one day.
After the two children took a bath, Ling Kexin put on a dress for her daughter. Mo Xinnian looked at herself in the full-length mirror and asked Ling Kexin: "Mommy, do I look like you?"
Ling Kexin put her face against the side of hers and smiled at the mirror, "Yes, look, do they look alike?"
Mo Xinnian blinked, then turned around and spread Ling Kexin's hair down, then licked a strand of hair to cover Ling Kexin's forehead. Then she looked back at the mirror and frowned slightly, "Why don't I look like Daddy?"
"What? Looks like Mommy?"
"Good-looking." Mo Xinnian opened her lips and smiled cutely.
Ling Kexin touched her face lovingly, picked up the clothes she changed and went downstairs to wash them. Mo Xinnian continued to stand in front of the mirror, turning left and right, winking at the mirror, and twirling her hair.
It took her a while before she walked away.
Returning to the children's room, she found another photo album and sat on the bed to read it. Mo Zihao was listening to English. Seeing that she was not paying attention, he took the photo album from her hand and asked her to listen to the class.
Mo Xinnian climbed onto Mo Zihao's bed, opened the photo album again, and clicked on a photo of Ling Kexin with child hair, "Brother, does mommy look like me?"
Mo Zihao rolled his eyes at her, "You look like mommy! It's not that mommy looks like you."
"That's not the same as nirvana."
"Little fool."
Seeing him scolding herself, Mo Xinnian raised her photo album and patted him on the head lightly, pouting, "Little girl, you are the one who picked me up, little fool. Grandma also called me little girl today. Don't call me "little girl" in the future.
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"It sounds better than the little beggar." Mo Zihao smiled, lowered his head, picked up his sister's hand and said, "Hey, do you want to hit me? You can hit me a few times."
"Why did I hit you?"
"What will you do if Mo Yabo bullies you when your brother is away?"
"I'm not afraid of him, I can bite."
After Mo Zihao finished speaking, he rolled his eyes, got out of bed, and pulled his sister to the ground, "Come on, brother, I'll teach you a few tricks to defend yourself."
For a while, the two brothers and sisters were chattering away while the cassette recorder was being turned on. The older brother got into his stance and started teaching his younger sister boxing skills in the room.
After Ling Kexin finished washing her clothes, she looked at the time and saw that it was already late. Thinking that Mo Ye would have woken up at this time, she picked up the phone and dialed his number, but for some reason, she did not call out even after dialing twice.
Mo Zihao promised Mo Zihao to call Mo Ye today, but now he couldn't get through. Ling Kexin also became anxious. After thinking about it, she suddenly remembered a note Mo Yiting left on the hanging chair. There were two long words on it.
Mobile phone number in long international number format.
Ling Kexin immediately went to the cabinet and took it out. When she saw the one on the top that looked like it was from the United States, she pulled it out. After a while, a man's deep and slightly old voice came from there.