Mo Yan and Ella looked at each other when they heard the words. After some sighs from the bottom of their hearts, they couldn't help but worry about their eldest son.
Brigitte Lin was naturally satisfied with the performance of her ghost grandson. She turned her face away quite triumphantly. She happened to meet the embarrassing look of her little girl, and suddenly became angry.
I am angry, and at any rate, I am a biological girl who has been raised for so many years. Although Lin Qingxia is not waiting to see her now, after all, blood is thicker than water, and distress is indispensable.
Helpless, isn't her girl too bullying? It's not even comparable to a four-year-old child.
It's true that the Xie family and the Mo family are relatives, but that doesn't mean that their boss bullied others, and the Xie family can treat them as okay.
At least she couldn't swallow this breath as a mother.
"Good day baby, come and eat grandma's secret love chicken wings."
Lin Qingxia smiled and threw a pile of black things into the Liangchen bowl, Xie Zhiwu was stunned. Dare to love the plate that she always thought was something stew, but it was chestnut chicken wings.
To some extent, Liangchen’s baby is a virtue to be with his father. He is fastidious and his mouth is becoming more and more arrogant by Xie Zhiwu. At the moment, this seemingly disgusting and fatal unknown object is indefinite. Will take a look.
But grandma made it by herself and pinned it to him herself, that's an exception.
In Xie Zhiwu's inexplicable admiration gaze, Liangchen twitched his mouth and closed his eyes before swallowing the chicken wings.
"Bone, bone!" Xie Zhiwu yelled anxiously, reaching out to squeeze Liangchen's throat.
Liangchen couldn't explain clearly, Lin Qingxia slapped Xie Zhiwu's hand with dissatisfaction, and glared at her, "Boneless, boneless, shaved off before the pot. My treasure is going to eat. How can I? There will be bones!"
"..."
Mo Jingyao sat opposite and looked at the payment. Seeing that Liangchen's small face was flushed with a tendency to lose his breath, he hurriedly poured a glass of sour plum juice and handed it over.
Liangchen was slapped on the back by my mother, and she was out of breath. When the sour plum juice was handed over, she took it and drank it without even thinking about it. When she looked up, she realized that the well-knotted hand was actually Mo Jingyao's little face suddenly became uncomfortable.
"It's fine."
Mo Yan let out a long sigh of relief, smiled and looked at the blushing day, "Boy, there are no bones anymore, you should pay attention to it when you eat."
Liangchen's face collapsed, saying that his reputation in this life was ruined in his heart.
Xie Zhiwu also breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to remind Meijing and Tiantian, who knew Tiantian stared at the chestnut chicken wings, blinked for a long time, and asked her, "Auntie, what is this?"
Brigitte Lin's smile instantly froze on her face.
The beautiful scenery looked at my silent Ma Ma, and then at the same silent grandma, picked up a chicken wing, took a bite carefully, "Every day, it's delicious."
He didn't believe it every day, he refused to taste it all the time, and the Xie Zhige and Mo Jingshun that provoked him were also very helpless. Anyway, the beautiful scenery finally comforted Brigitte Lin's broken heart, and saw her being held by her grandmother and shouting "be careful", and she did not forget to bite the chicken wings on her hand. In that appearance, there is an illusion that the chicken wings are really delicious.
Of course, if it wasn't for what he had just tasted.
For the first time since the two of them were born, it was the first good day to bow down to the younger sister, Meijing, and when it comes to acting, she throws him off.
After such a toss, the previously cold atmosphere gradually eased, and the two families sat together, chatting and laughing. Xie Zhiwu could perceive Mo Jingyao's eyes on her and Liangchen Meijing from time to time, but she really didn't know how to respond, so she had to keep her head low, pretending to take care of the beautiful scenery and Tiantian.
Mo Yan and Xie Tian were happily tight, they drank a little, and they gradually came to their heads. He picked up the wine glass, looked at Xie Zhiwu, and muttered, "Girl, thank you from the Mo family."
Xie Zhiwu felt embarrassed and didn't know whether to answer the conversation. Liangchen put down her chopsticks and answered it for her of course, "Grandpa, she never felt that way."
"Huh?" Mo Yan and Xie Tian looked at each other.
"She gave birth to me and Meijing, she chose for herself. At this point, she has never considered other people's ideas. So if Grandpa thanked her for adding two grandchildren to the Mo family, then No need. If she had the mind to consider whether the Mo family would like us, she would not ignore the ideas of some people and insist on keeping us. Are you right, dad?"
Mo Jingyao sat there stiffly facing Liangchen's cold eyes.
At that moment, there was an unprecedented void in his mind, whether it was, whether it was, whether it was, such a question, he could no longer think about it. Only the beating heart proved to him that what he heard was true.
Liangchen seemed very satisfied with Mo Jingyao's reaction, shrugged and said, "I don't like you very much, but this does not prevent me from getting close to my grandparents. I am your biological son, and the beautiful scenery is your biological daughter. This is An indisputable fact. Of course, you must not misunderstand me when I say this. My surname is Xie, unless Xie Xiaowu personally changes my surname, otherwise, I will always be the eldest grandson of the Xie family."
After dinner, Mo Yan embraced Ella to say goodbye. When he left, he watched Liangchen and hesitated.
Ella loves the good time very much, but also loves her eldest son. Facing the scene of his son being questioned by his grandson, it is impossible to say that there is no trace of blame in her heart. Although the thinking of the older generation is not deeply ingrained, it is not without influence. At Liangchen, he is his grandson and Jingyao's son. Even if Jingyao is wrong, it is still a problem with his mother, and he is not a son to criticize.
But when she looked at Xie Zhiwu in a blink of an eye, thinking about all these years when she was alone in a foreign land and raising two children, she suddenly felt that she was a little troublesome.
No matter, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, so why don't they need her elders to take care of them.
Mo Yan embraced his wife and looked at her gloomy look. He naturally understood what she was thinking. He didn't have those thoughts of Ella, because he had only one thought in his mind at the moment.
What kind of life is it that makes a four-year-old child have a deeper thought than an adult
Before leaving the house, Mo Jingyao looked at Xie Zhiwu and stopped talking. Xie Zhiwu was wiping the table, but the clingy look on her back really made her feel uncomfortable. In desperation, she threw down the rag, said hello to Xie Tian, put on her shoes and walked to Mo Jingyao.
"Come on, let's talk."
Mo Jingyao was naturally willing to talk to her, but he didn't think about the content of the talk.
Two people were walking on the cold street in late autumn, she was in front and he was behind. Coming out in a hurry, she only wore a sweater, and when the wind blew her, she shrank into a ball.
Mo Jingyao tried to take off her coat several times, pressing his fingers on the buttons, but he did not move. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)