books44 Chapter 70
Chapter 70
Mohist food... Is really delicious!
Only those who have eaten know that the so-called five-star chefs in big hotels outside are compared with the chefs of Mohism
Can ordinary cooks be the same as royal cooks?
Su muxue came to the Mohist family for dinner from childhood. When she was young, she was shy. Every time she pulled her grandfather over, she would be thick skinned when she was a little older. She came at the point every day.
"Hey, Grandpa Mo, people really miss you. They don't contradict each other. They can do it at the same time."
If you can say so, you are indeed thicker than the city wall.
Mr. Mo also pretended to hum:
"You flatter the girl. The old man's ears are cocooned. You'd better stop patting and eat!"
"Thank grandpa Mo, I know grandpa Mo is the best for dusk snow!"
The little guy on one side pouted up several times before making a sound:
"Hiss, flatterer ~"
Jiang listened to a spoonful spoon of a bowl of gruel, heard the son make complaints about it.
I didn't want to laugh, but I couldn't help it.
At such a young age, he could make complaints about this?
As for Su's snow, which was being tucking up, of course make complaints about those three words very clear.
"Xiao Ning, you..."
The villain calmly bit the steamed stuffed bun in his hand and glanced sideways:
"Originally, Ning Ning didn't say anything wrong." he said.
Hum, who told you to disturb Ning Ning and his mother so early in the morning?
Su muxue doesn't know. Just because of this, he was targeted by this little guy for a long time.
Now, it's just the beginning.
Jiang listened to Xu's helplessness and coughed twice. He stretched out his hand under the table and pulled his son's small arm.
Although Su muxue may not care, the Mexican and Soviet families have been friends for many years, and they can't embarrass each other too much.
A little guy just forgot it and continued to eat.
Just then, Mo Xu, who was finally sober, arrived with a hair style that exploded in the sky:
"Grandpa, why don't you call me for dinner?"
I was so drunk last night that I didn't have breakfast. Now no one calls me for lunch, or is it not my own?
Whose grandchildren are treated like this?
Master Mo glanced contemptuously:
"Why? Do you want the old man to come and invite you in person?"
If the old man invited someone himself, the consequences would not be very good.
Cough.
Mo Xu coughed twice:
"No, no, of course not. Hey, Grandpa, good morning!"
I don't have that face or courage!
Counsellor.
Unfortunately, the old man didn't pay attention at all.
Mo Xu could not help but doubt himself again: is it his own?
It's impossible with your face, isn't it?
Since childhood, grandma didn't hurt, uncle didn't love, and Mo Er was also very depressed.
The other three people on the table are not surprised. Anyway, Mo Er's treatment in the Mohist school is not much favored.
If you want to be favored, there are probably only mother and son!
Mo Xu and his brother, who didn't grow up under the Mohist rules?
On the contrary, mother and son don't have to be bound by rules!
This extreme differential treatment, I'm afraid people who don't know will really misunderstand who is the real Mohist.
The little guy has finished eating, put down his dishes and chopsticks, looked at Jiang and listened to Xu:
"Jiang Tingxu, are you going to work today?"
"Why not today?"
The villain pursed his lips: "nothing, Ning Ning just asked."
But your little face doesn't look like asking.