Yang Yongqing breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned around and left the side room, came to the main room, and made a few gestures to Jin, asking Jin to eat noodles.
Then, he held Mo's share and entered the side room.
"Come, eat something first."
Yang Yongqing brought the noodles to the bedside and said.
In the past, Mrs. Mo couldn't understand what he said, but these days, he found that Mrs. Mo seemed to understand.
Sure enough, Mrs. Mo raised her head and glanced at the bedside table beside the bed, signaling Yang Yongqing to put the bowl on it!
Yang Yongqing really put the bowl on it.
Just as he was about to reach out to pick up the child, he saw Mrs. Mo gently putting the child into the bed and covering the child with a quilt.
When doing these actions, she doesn’t look like a madman at all, she looks like a completely normal mother!
After Mo finished all this, she turned around, picked up the bowl of noodles on the bedside table, lowered her head and ate in small bites.
Yang Yongqing looked stunned.
Is this still Mo's?
When I brought food to her before, I didn't look so polite. Didn't I look like a starving ghost reincarnated?
I even grabbed the noodles with my hands several times and stuffed them into my mouth when I caught them. Sometimes I stuffed too much and the noodles spurted out from my nostrils...
Is this Mo's?
ah?
Yang Yongqing didn't quite recognize the woman in front of him who had given birth to two children for him!
Not to mention, it’s really nice to eat noodles in such a graceful manner!
"Ah, ah!"
Yang Yongqing originally wanted to watch for a while, but then Jin came over and patted the door frame.
"Ah!" Jin not only slapped the door frame this time, but also pointed to the table behind her.
Yang Yongqing realized that Jin was urging him to eat the noodles quickly!
It's the middle of winter right now, and the dripping water turns into ice. If you don't eat it, the noodles will get cold.
Noodles cooked in chicken soup cannot be eaten if they are cold.
Yang Yongqing had no choice but to reluctantly leave the house and go to the main room.
At this time, the little girl ran into the side room with a bowl and said, "I want to eat with my mother and brother!"
After Yang Yongqing finished eating the noodles, he went to the toilet outside the backyard. When he came back, Jin was collecting the dishes.
Yang Yongqing heard the little girl talking from the side room, so he called the little girl through the window: "After you finish eating, send your bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen to grandma."
The little girl responded, and soon she jumped out of the wing, holding an empty bowl in her hand.
How could Yang Yongqing really be willing to ask her to do these things? Naturally, he stood at the door and waited for the little girl to come out, so that he could reach out and take the empty bowl.
"Dad, here you go!"
The little girl also knew Yang Yongqing's intention of standing here. She smiled and put the empty bowl into Yang Yongqing's hand, turned around and ran back to the house.
But he was carried back by Yang Yongqing.
"Why are these chicken bones in your bowl?" Yang Yongqing asked, pointing to the chicken bones in the bowl.
If he remembered correctly, these were noodles cooked in chicken soup made from the remaining half of the chicken. He put the whole hind leg into the little girl's bowl.
The wings and front legs were given to my mother.
All other parts were put into Mo's bowl.
Logically speaking, these chicken bones should appear in Mo's bowl. What appeared in the little girl's bowl should be a large chicken leg bone.
It couldn't be that Mr. Mo just threw all the chicken bones he had eaten into the little girl's bowl, right?
So Yang Yongqing asked out of curiosity.
But I feel in my heart that it should be similar to what I guessed...
The little girl looked at it and said, "This is what I eat, what's wrong, dad? Didn't you prevent it from being vomited on the floor? Didn't you say that only when it is vomited in a bowl can it be given to the puppy cleanly?"
There was a dog at home, and it was no longer a puppy long ago. It had grown into a big dog that could look after the house and the yard, but the little girl kept calling the dog a puppy.
"Nonsense, is this what I'm asking about your father?" Yang Yongqing deliberately lowered his face.
"Where did this thing come from?"
"My mother gave this to me!" the little girl said confidently.
"Nonsense!" Yang Yongqing was really a little unhappy this time. Although he was generous with his own money, when it came to teaching his children, he still hoped that his children could be in line with her aunt Yang Ruoqing and move closer to her, rather than to her other aunt Yang Ruohe. study!
"Who doesn't know your mother's situation? If only she knew how to share the chicken nuggets with you? It would be great if she didn't take it from you!"
In the side room, Mr. Mo had just finished eating and had that feeling of swelling before the attack.
I feel like this old hen soup is the magic tool to promote urination. It works so quickly.
It happened that my son was not asleep yet. He was lying there blinking and staring at the tent in a daze.
Mrs. Mo quickly took her son into her arms. The son was also very strong and ate it all at once.
Suddenly, Mrs. Mo let out a sigh of relief.
Just at this moment, Mrs. Mo heard the conversation between the father and daughter outside the house, especially Yang Yongqing's last words...
What do you mean it's good if I don't steal my daughter?
The corner of Mo's mouth couldn't help but twitch. This Yang Yongqing, in his eyes, am I so unbearable? He even robbed his own daughter of food?
Even when he was mad, he seemed to have never robbed his daughter's things or done anything to harm her, right?
Damn Yang Yongqing!
Outside the house, the little girl argued a few more words, but Yang Yongqing seemed to have a preconceived opinion on this matter.
As for the little girl, seeing that Yang Yongqing still didn't believe her excuse, she didn't bother to explain anymore and turned around and entered the side room.
And before entering the wing, he even made a face at Yang Yongqing.
Let’s talk about the other side.
Mrs. Tan, who had been defeated by Yang Yongqing, ran to the front yard to find Mrs. Liu on her little feet in order to keep Yang Huamei from going hungry.
Mrs. Tan thought about it, instead of going to Zhao Liu'er and the others to ask for food and spending more money, it would be better to go directly to Mrs. Liu. Anyway, this month the old couple will be supported by their fourth wife.
If Mrs. Liu is not willing to feed Meier, then let Mrs. Liu deduct it from her own ration!
The worst thing is that I will collapse if I don’t eat this noon!
As a result, when Ms. Tan came over with such determination and knocked on the door of the fourth room, she found that Ms. Liu was not in the room at all.
The door of the kitchen was not locked, but it was not only cold inside?
It is estimated that the rice bowls from last night were soaked in the pot without being washed, plus those from this morning, my God!
Fortunately, it was winter, and there were no flies or mosquitoes. Otherwise, in the summer, this stove would kill people, and all the flies, mosquitoes, and bedbugs from a whole village would have to come here to party!
Tan had no choice but to go back to the front yard to find Zhao Liuer.
When I arrived at the front yard, I saw that Zhao Liuer's two rooms, including the kitchen room, were all locked by General Tie!
What's going on today?
Why don't either of you stay at home?
It’s almost time for dinner and you still run out. Can’t you get through the day?
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