When the chicken soup fell to the ground, Mo Yunhao jumped away in fright, still waving his hands and screaming.
"Ah, I'm scalding to death, Mrs. Zhang, how do you do things? Why is this soup so hot?"
Next to her, Jiang Hongying hurried over, held her son's hand in her hand, and blew to him, "Haohao, are you okay! Oops, this hand is red hot, Mrs. Zhang, don't you want to do it anymore? What's wrong with such a hot bowl?" Can Hao Hao end it? Look at his hands are hot!"
Aunt Zhang twitched at the corner of her mouth.
This soup isn't particularly hot at all, is it
The old lady brought it back from outside, no matter how hot it was, it had been outside for a while, besides, people carry bowls with the edge and bottom, how can anyone hold it with two hands like Mo Yunhao
A big man, in his twenties, in such a difficult time, he still raised a man with thin skin, tender meat, oily head and flour noodles. He didn't look like a Mohist man at all!
But Auntie Zhang didn't say that. She knew Jiang Hongying and Mo Yunhao's temper, so she didn't say anything and kept silent.
But she remained silent, but Jiang Hongying didn't intend to let her go, and continued to shout: "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and tidy up these things, and first go get some ointment and wipe it for Haohao. If his hands There are blisters, and I peeled off your skin."
The corners of Mrs. Zhang's mouth twitched even more, and she turned a little red. Do you need to apply ointment
In this era, material conditions are scarce. Even if the Mohist family has enough background, but after all, the environment is such that life is definitely not as refined as before. Mo Yunhao, a big man, got a little red when he was holding a bowl, so he needed to apply ointment. This is too exaggerated up!
Beside, Mo Yunhao was still yelling, "Mom, my hands are so scalded that I can't move them for several days! You have to make up for me, this chicken soup is delicious, Mrs. Zhang, hurry up and go again!" Make one, hurry up, this young master is hungry!"
Grandma Mo's words were ignored, and Old Man Mo was about to lose his temper, but Mo Yunhao actually said such a sentence, which immediately made Old Man Mo furious, "Shut up!"
This bastard, don't you want to live
Calling himself "Master"
Everyone is very low-key in this day and age, who dares to say that they are masters and masters? It might be unlucky to be heard by outsiders.
After Old Man Mo roared, Mo Yunhao and Jiang Hongying finally came to their senses.
Jiang Hongying was very dissatisfied with Mr. Mo's attitude, and immediately frowned, "Dad, Haohao's hand was burned, why are you so angry? Haohao is your eldest grandson, the heir of our Mo family, if something goes wrong , what will our Mo family do in the future?"
Old Man Mo narrowed his eyes immediately, and said dangerously: "Heir? With his virtue, he also wants to be the heir of the Mo family? He has no skills at all. Is the Mo family just for him to play with?"
Jiang Hongying's complexion changed, "Dad, Haohao is the grandson of our Mo parents, and it is his responsibility to take up the responsibility of the Mo family. Haohao is still young, if you think he is not good enough, then let's train him well. When he grows up, Naturally there is a skill!"
For Jiang Hongying's natural attitude, Mr. Mo was really angry. As the head of the Mo family, his authority has never been challenged, especially when it comes to such a big matter as an heir.
This Jiang Hongying has already regarded the Mo family as her property.
This is not a good sign.
Old Man Mo squinted his eyes at Jiang Hongying, and realized that she was taking it for granted, and she wasn't trying to test his attitude on purpose.
If this situation continues, this woman still doesn't know how many things she will do in the name of the Mo family outside!