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"Look at you little elf, how could Daddy forget you?" Wu Qiusheng dragged the package to him, opened it, and took out another bulging baggage.

"What is this?" Han Moyu asked suspiciously, looking at the burden.

Wu Qiusheng grinned, handed the package to his wife, and said, "Cotton." The whole package was tightly stuffed, and it was all cotton. Ask your mother to make you a soft mattress, so that you will not be afraid. Do you like it?"

Han Moyu suddenly remembered that he slept on that cold and hard bed day and night, bruised and painful, and it was hard for his father, a big old man, to remember this, and his heart was even more moved.

"Wow, so much cotton!" Han Moyu's eyes lit up, and he happily jumped up and hugged the soft package, and rubbed himself with satisfaction.

At that moment, she suddenly felt as if she hadn't been in such a delicate state for a long time. Since when did she start to become as cold and hard as iron in her heart, without flesh and blood?......

Seeing this, Wu Qiusheng felt cute in his heart, he laughed, hugged Han Moyu, and spun around in the air: "Good Moyu, like it?"

"Well, I like it!" Han Moyu nodded with a red face, a happy face, "I've wanted a soft mattress for a long time, and it must be comfortable to hold!"

Wu Qiusheng put down Han Moyu, pinched her little face, and said half-strictly and half-jokingly: "Our obedient Moyu is already eleven years old, and we are all half adults, why are we still so shy, and we don't have any manhood at all." Our good Mo Yu can't be a girl reincarnated in her last life, right?"

Han Mo was stunned. It's inexplicable again! Boyishness? She is a delicate and delicate girl, why should she be boyish?

Han Moyu frowned and pondered, and suddenly remembered that she seemed to have been raised as a boy all along!

Han Moyu turned his head and glanced at his mother. The mother's expression was panicked and strange, and there seemed to be something hidden in her flickering eyes.

By the way, only her mother knows her true gender! Han Moyu suddenly remembered that since she was a child, her mother had dressed her in men's clothes, and told her that she must avoid others when she took a bath and went to the toilet!

Could it be that my father is more patriarchal, so my mother had to come up with such a strategy?

However, there were more women in the village who gave birth to girls for the first time, and some women even gave birth to girls in a row, and it was not until the last one that a boy was born. Wouldn't it be okay for the mother to have a few more?

While she was thinking wildly, Mo Chunlan pulled Han Moyu into her arms and said to her husband angrily: "Our Moyu is still young, of course we are childish." Besides, we spoil him so much, it's normal for him to be coquettish or something once in a while. When he grows up a little more, he must be a well-known man, right?" she said, she smiled, looking at Han Mo very unnaturally, "I'll be an adult in the future, you know?"

Han Moyu nodded stunned, she didn't understand why her mother did this. Also, when her mother gave birth to her, didn't she invite a midwife, and her father was not there? Otherwise, how could such a thing be hidden?

Han Mo stopped talking, she lowered her head, looked at the soft package in her arms, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, smelling the faint smell of cotton.

It's so good, it's so soft, it's so comfortable, it smells so good. I like it.

Since you can't think of it, don't think about it. This kind of life is what I want. There are not so many worries, there are not so many worries, it is simple and happy to be an ignorant and happy child, and everything is supported by parents, how good.

Han Moyu suddenly made up her mind, opened her eyes and said, "Mother, you are not in good health, and you are afraid of cold in winter, so you should use a cotton quilt." I'm a boy, I'm hot, I don't need it. With that, he stuffed the package into Mo Chunlan's arms.

"This kid has this filial piety at a young age!" Wu Qiusheng said with a smile, touching Han Moyu's head dotingly. Han Moyu threw herself into her father's arms, but turned her head to glance at Mo Chunlan.

Mo Chunlan seemed to see her thoughts, burst out laughing, put away the package, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Your filial piety, your father and I will laugh at it." Don't regret it. ”

"No regrets. Han Mo whispered, but pursed his lips, and wailed in his heart: My mother is really coveting my cotton quilt!! pity my cotton, my soft cotton~~~ I haven't touched it enough......

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Until dinner, Han Moyu had been huddled in his room, quietly thinking about his own affairs. There seemed to be some memories left in her mind. However, she could not put together the pieces completely.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, wandering in a daze, holding her chin with a pen in her hand, scribbling something on the papyrus.

"It's time to eat!" Outside the house, in the hall, Mo Chunlan shouted as she brought a plate of steaming wowotou to the table.

"Oh~~~~!!" Han Moyu heard this, and hurriedly jumped off the bed and ran out of the house in a few steps.

When she got out of bed, she accidentally brought a few cases down, and the papyrus for practicing calligraphy flew all over the sky. But she didn't bother to pick it up. Because she smelled a fragrant smell that she couldn't refuse.

She happily ran into the antechamber to the smell of food. I saw that in the center of the front hall, there was a table of dishes, all of which were her favorite foods: spicy dried radish, wild vegetables mixed with bean sprouts, and a plate of pickles and lean diced pork. The light gray nest head is steaming, round, and there is a red date inlaid on the top, which looks very cute.

Seeing so many delicious foods at once, Han Moyu's saliva flowed out at once.

I miss the food cooked by this woman in front of me so much. Even if it is an ordinary ingredient, when it reaches the hands of this woman, it will become extremely delicious as if it has been dipped in immortal arts.

Obviously, she had only eaten it a few days ago, but Han Moyu felt that the time seemed to be too far away, so that she almost forgot the taste of the food made by this woman.

As soon as Mo Chunlan raised her eyes, she saw a shiny saliva flowing from the corner of Han Moyu's mouth, and she was blinking her star eyes expectantly, looking at the food on the table.

Mo Chunlan saw Han Moyu's appearance, and reached out and tapped her forehead: "Little gluttonous cat, it's all for your mother to spoil you, and you don't know etiquette at all." Wait until your dad comes back, how nice it would be to see you like this!"

Saying that, Mo Chunlan took out a handkerchief from her arms and wiped her saliva for Han Moyu, "When will you be like a ...... Like a man......" She stopped halfway through her words, frowning.

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, but he didn't speak after all, he still smiled, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the dishes on the plate without any distance.