"Now?" Zheng Mohong was taken aback, looking at him inexplicably.
Seeing his serious face, Mo Chengxian didn't seem to have thought at all that he asked him to come to discuss Zheng Yan's marriage, but for a while, he didn't know how to speak.
It happened that the housekeeper came to remind him that it was time for Mo Chengxian's breakfast.
His body is not as good as before, and his diet and daily life are very regular.
Mo Chengxian's hale and hearty old eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly opened his lips: "You guys came so early, you probably didn't have breakfast, why don't you go together."
"You can't do it! Patriarch, how dare we disturb you like this, you go and eat first, we will wait for you here." Zheng Mohong repeatedly refused.
In fact, he is not a pedantic person, nor does he value status too much.
It's just the admonition passed down from the ancestors, the respect for the old Patriarch Mo seems to be engraved in the bones, and it can't be changed for a while.
Mo Chengxian paused, looked past him, and looked at Zheng Yan: "Girl, what about you?"
"I'll be with the old Patriarch." Zheng Yan said obediently.
"Yes." Mo Chengxian nodded in satisfaction.
Zheng Mohong didn't recover, Zheng Yan had already walked to Mo Chengxian's side, ready to push the wheelchair for him.
Zheng Mohong suddenly became anxious.
"Yanyan, don't mess around!"
"Hey, I like this girl, she has a very carefree personality, and I don't eat people, what's the matter with having breakfast with me?" Mo Chengxian glanced at Zheng Mohong.
Zheng Mohong fell silent.
After thinking about it, she seemed to feel that a junior like Zheng Yan would have the guts to have dinner with Mo Chengxian, so he was a little timid not to go, touched his nose, and followed into the restaurant.
"Yanyan is young, I'm afraid she won't be able to take good care of the Patriarch, so I'll come in person!"
Mo Chengxian remained calm, but there was a smile in his eyes.
Without saying anything, let the housekeeper serve breakfast.
Yu Yuehan is in the hospital, so Nian Xiaomu must stay with him in the hospital.
Qi Yan had just made a successful marriage proposal, and he held Tan Bengbeng all night without letting go. It is estimated that both of them are too tired to wake up at the moment.
At this time, there is no one else but them.
There are only four people at the table.
At the rectangular dining table, Mo Chengxian sat at the head.
Mo Yongheng sat on his right, Zheng Yan and Zheng Mohong sat on his left.
The meals on the table are not rich, but they are exquisite and delicious.
White rice porridge, fried dough sticks, soy milk, and some side dishes and snacks...
"If you are not used to eating, you can ask the kitchen to prepare something else." Mo Chengxian said thoughtfully.
Hearing this, Zheng Mohong quickly stood up and waved his hands repeatedly.
"No, no, no, I'm used to eating. We usually do the same at home."
"You talk as soon as you talk, why stand up? Just have breakfast, don't let the younger generation see the joke." Mo Chengxian reminded in a low voice.
Zheng Mohong looked up at Mo Yongheng who was sitting opposite him, and sat down silently.
For a breakfast, it was quite harmonious.
Except for a small dish that Zheng Yan couldn't reach halfway, Mo Yongheng picked it up for her a few times, and poured her another cup of soy milk.
Zheng Mohong just watched dryly throughout the whole process, and he didn't feel angry in front of Mo Chengxian.
It's just that later, when Zheng Yan wanted to eat, he picked it up for Zheng Yan first.
"You eat yours. Since your daughter is so old, someone will take care of you for you. I can't let you take care of her forever?" Mo Chengxian opened his lips suddenly and said with a pun.
Zheng Mohong paused the hand holding the chopsticks, and subconsciously spoke.
"As a father, I always feel that my daughter is still young."