Chapter Seventy-Five: The Second Uncle's Family
When Yuan Lao heard this, he was so happy that he looked at Mo Lao again and showed off: "Look, this was given to me by my granddaughter, it's good to have a granddaughter!"
Looking at Yuan Lao's smug appearance, Mo Lao was a little uncomfortable.
The two competed for a lifetime, and finally lost to their granddaughter.
Thinking of something, he suddenly reacted: "Our two families have sons, and sons have grandsons, where did you come from?"
Yuan Lin also looked at his father in wonder, could it be that his father secretly raised a son outside behind his mother's back, and he was still a son with a daughter?
Yuan Lao immediately became proud: "The goddaughter I recognize." ”
The corners of Mo Lao's mouth twitched fiercely, this old boy is so lucky, he can recognize a goddaughter who can get mountain spring water and winter fruits and vegetables.
No, after the New Year, he will also go to Dongcheng for a stroll to see if he can pick up a granddaughter who is better than Yuan Lao's granddaughter.
“......”
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, I visited my uncle's house.
Wen Yuxiang packed her things early and entered the city again.
Mo Qinglian and Lu Youcai watched the house, thinking that they would return to Dongcheng with their second brother tomorrow.
At the entrance of the alley of Chengbei Park Street, Old Man Wen stood there looking at it.
"Old Wen is a daughter?"
Old man Wen smiled and nodded: "Yes, my daughter is back today." ”
The old man Wu next door said: "My daughter left early and brought a lot of dim sum and fruit, you can tell me how we can eat it for our grandchildren." ”
Old man Wen's face looked a little uncomfortable when he heard this, and this old Liu Tou loved to show off to himself.
Didn't he just want to say that his daughter's marriage was in the city, and the conditions were good, and he could take a lot of things every time he came.
And his daughter has no interest, and she can only take some radish and cabbage every time she comes, and the conditions in the countryside are still poor.
The more Lao Liu Tou spoke, the more energetic he became: "I said Lao Wen, we are not children in our lives, and we are happy whether the children are doing well or not." ”
Old Wen Tou didn't speak, just walked to the side and walked away from Old Liu Tou.
Old Liu Tou knew that Old Wentou was jealous and envious of himself, and couldn't help but smile proudly.
"Dad, why don't you wait at home when it's so cold. ”
Wen Yuxiang hurriedly walked over and helped old Wen's head.
Nangong Jue and the four brothers stepped forward and called very politely.
"Grandpa. ”
Mo Qingshi hugged Mo Xin and said, "Xin Xin, call grandpa." ”
It was the first time Mo Xin saw her grandfather, so she called out obediently: "Grandpa." ”
Old Wentou's eyes turned red when he saw Mo Xin: "This is my granddaughter, my granddaughter is coming back?"
Wen Yuxiang nodded: "Well, I will never go back to Jia's house after I come back." ”
Old Wen's face immediately smiled and folded: "Okay, good." ”
The old Liu Tou on the side looked at the boxes of gifts that the Mo family was carrying, and he almost planted them.
Isn't this mud leg in the countryside rich?
This, this, such an expensive box of malt milk essence, and ham sausage, that is not only a precious thing in Kyoto.
There was also a whole pot of oil, a bag of polished rice, a box of canned food, and a box of milk.
Oh my boy, how much does it cost!
Old Wentou is also a difference in his daughter's ability to take so many things, and she is a little frightened in her heart.
However, with the face of Lao Liu's head, he was proud for the first time.
"Lao Liu, you're right, we live a life of children, people are prosperous and husband and wife are harmonious, whether we take things or not is secondary. ”
After speaking, he directly hugged Mo Xin over, followed by four children.
Walking home is windy, majestic and high-spirited, not to mention how beautiful.
Old Liu Tou almost jumped to his feet and scolded people angrily, what are you angry old things about?