Gu Wu lowered his eyes, hooked the corners of his mouth, and smiled lightly, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
Probably related to his family background.
However, there are very few three-generation inheritances for those who cook food.
But the ancient family has been handed down for five generations.
Naturally, Gu Wu's temperament is just like his name, he always smiles when he encounters everything, just like the son of a noble family in ancient times.
No wonder Mo's mother was so happy to let Mo Bei know each other.
With such conditions, let alone being ordinary friends, it is fine to be a boyfriend.
But as soon as Nailin appeared, Mo's mother was really focused on the child. At this time, Mo Beiyi reminded her, so she turned her head away.
And Mo Bei, who successfully stopped his own mother's words, casually poured a glass of water for Nailin, because his hands were thin and white, so even when she took the glass away from her hand, it looked very translucent: "You know my brother."
"Miss sister's elder brother?" Nailin was shocked, did the younger brother have a younger sister
Mo Bei's expression remained unchanged: "Yes."
"But you two look alike, exactly alike." Xiao Nailin looked at the beautiful and bubbling young lady in front of her, and always thought of his little brother: "Except that young lady's hair is long, and her voice is not so low. Other than that, there is no difference in other places.”
Mo Bei's voice was light: "My brother and I are twins, there is still a difference. I am shorter than him."
After Mo Bei's intentional reminder, Xiao Nailin seemed to have noticed this: "Indeed, my little brother is taller than you."
"Hmm." Mo Bei thought to himself, when he was in Heiyan, when he was pretending to be her brother, there were indeed no white insoles for the five-centimeter heightening insoles in the shoes.
Nailin blinked and blinked: "I still think it's amazing, how can you be so similar? If people who don't know you well, don't they often confuse you with little brother?"
While cutting the steak, Mo Bei answered the question: "It is true that there are often such misunderstandings."
Xiao Nailin stared at the other party's beautiful fingers and that orderly knife technique, still feeling like it.
"Then Miss Sister, do you know how to cook?" Nai Lin lowered her head: "Same as little brother?"
Mother Mo smiled: "Boy Nan..."
How could it be possible to cook? Mother Mo hadn't finished this sentence.
Mo Bei said, "Yes."
"Sure enough, it's someone else's brother." Xiaonai sighed like an adult, "My brother can't even cook instant noodles."
Mo Bei wanted to say that she knew that when she heard Xiao Nailin's complaint, she remembered the masterpiece of a certain master in the kitchen of the base last time.
Xiao Nailin shook her head and sighed: "I have already given up on him."
Mo Bei looked at the cute little Nailin, and thought to himself, there is really no need to bother to save a certain master in cooking, the most important thing is to keep the kitchen first.
Mo's mother next to her always felt that something was strange.
Can't tell where it is.
On the contrary, Gu Wu saw everything in his eyes, rubbed his fingers on the rim of the teacup, and quietly cooperated with Mo Bei to divert Mo's mother's thoughts.
However, Xiao Nailin did not stop: "Miss sister, my brother and your brother are both in the same team now. Sister, look."
With just such a sentence, Mo's mother's attention was drawn back again: "Same team? This is really a fate, are you right, Beibei."
(end of this chapter)