In the colder and colder weather, the Chinese New Year is finally coming.
After this year, Mu Nianjun will be ten years old. Su Kui sometimes has to sigh with emotion, and she finally realizes the feeling of being a mother. The longer the child, the taller and the longer her face is. The speed is so fast that she can't keep up.
"Mother, what are you in a daze?"
A hand shook in front of Su Kui's eyes, successfully recalling Su Kui's distracted mind.
"Huh? Why?" Su Kui's eyes were straight. It was cold recently. She was stuffed in the room all day, feeling like she was going to get moldy.
"It's nothing, just to see you distracted, want to know what you are thinking, mother, I heard the servants in the house say, next spring, are you going to marry your second uncle?"
"Puff—" Su Kui spouted water, and the old man with raised brows looked at Mu Nianjun dumbly, "Who told you? And ah, you call me mother, but you call him second uncle, you What is it called?"
When the words fell, the four Suju guarding beside them couldn't help but bow their heads and laugh.
They had realized that something was wrong a long time ago, and they didn't expect that their masters were very nervous, but now they realized that something was wrong.
Mu Nianjun will be ten years old soon. The ancients matured prematurely and knew a lot.
Hearing Su Ju's uncontrollable smirk, flushed their little faces, and hesitated, "Well, what does that matter? Anyway, I only know that you are my mother. I don't recognize anyone except you! "
Perceiving that the hem of the sleeves was tightly pulled, Su Kui could also feel the teenager's tension, as if he was afraid of abandoning him.
"Okay," Su Kui softly patted his soft hair, comforting, "It's okay, you can call it whatever you want, but outside, let's call me auntie, how about?"
Anyway, she is also at home a lot, and it doesn't matter what she calls at home. If she is outside, Mu Nianjun will still call her mother. If she doesn't say what others think, the person will feel embarrassed.
The mother is married to the child's second uncle, but the father is not the husband—
Well, it's unreasonable.
After speaking, Mu Nianjun frowned and reluctantly agreed to this request.
Mother and son talked and laughed, and it was noon soon, and it was time for lunch.
Mu Nianjun waited here eagerly, "Mother, can I eat with you?"
He used to eat with his mother. Since entering Yan's mansion, although the conditions for boarding and lodging are countless times better, he cannot be with his mother all the time because the mansion has invited him all kinds of gentlemen. By your side.
In this regard, the young boy resented deeply.
"Of course it's good," Su Kui asked, "Su Ju, please go down and serve!"
With an order, soon, the kitchen that had been prepared for a long time brought up the dishes one after another.
Su Kui swept around the dishes on the table, squinted her eyes, and quickly looked at the expressions of everyone present.
In the back, there is a chopsticks and greens in the entrance. Ancient greens are precious in winter, and only large families can see a little green in winter.
"Mother, you are too skinny, eat more!"
Mu Nianjun has been giving Su Kui food all the time, so Su Kui sighed with emotion that his son has grown up and knows that he loves his mother.
Su Kui suddenly saw that Mu Nianjun’s chopsticks were about to reach for the fried cuttlefish shreds. Su Kui’s eyes were quick and his hands were quick. A chopstick blocked his movement, and Su Kui’s lips smiled at Mu Nianjun’s incomprehensible look. What to taste."