Ji Mengmeng took a taxi to the villa where Xue Zheng was. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Xue Yiwei running towards her with a little blushing face, and he knew that he was running in a hurry.

Seeing his favorite teacher Ji, Xue Yiwei was happy and anxious. As if showing off, he said to the security guard at the entrance: "Uncle Lin, this is my teacher, oh, who came to visit our house." ”

The other party smiled and said something to Xue Yiwei, and then opened the horizontal bar and let Ji Mengmeng in.

"Why did you get out!" Ji Mengmeng took out a tissue and wiped the sweat on Xue Yiwei's forehead.

Xue Yiwei smoothed out his anger, and then said, "Dad said that you were about to arrive, and I wanted to pick you up, but I didn't expect to meet you." ”

He was still a little excited, so he was a little out of breath. Ji Mengmeng was softened by his words, and then gently patted the back of his head.

She felt that she and this child were really too opposed, as if there was an invisible thread that bound them together. Ji Mengmeng thought that even if she stopped teaching him next semester, this child should still have some intersection with her.

"Okay, let's go inside." Ji Mengmeng took his little hand and went to his house with him.

On the way, Xue Yiwei looked like a happy bird. He raised his head to look at her, and then said as if offering a treasure: "Teacher Ji, let's eat dumplings at noon today, my father made it himself!" ”

Ji Mengmeng looked surprised and asked in disbelief: "Your father can still cook!" ”

Xue Yiwei shook his head: "It's not counted, my father only makes dumplings." Because I like to eat, he went to learn it. ”

"That's it!" Ji Mengmeng smiled slightly, this Xue Zheng is really getting more and more impressive. For the sake of his son, he also specially learned to make dumplings, no matter how you think about this picture, I think it's funny.

When I arrived at Xue Zheng's house, the difference from Ji Mengmeng's thought was that there were no rows of servants standing at the door, and some were just Xue Zheng making dumplings on the dining table. This appearance is so down-to-earth that she almost thinks that it is Uncle Xue at the entrance of the village.

He was wearing lounge clothes, which was very different from his usual appearance. Xue Yiwei had already run over excitedly at this time, pulled his father's sleeve, and asked him, "Dad, Dad, how long can I eat!" ”

Xue Zheng nodded Xue Yiwei's little nose, and suddenly there was a small white spot dyed with flour on the tip of his nose: "It's going to be wrapped soon, you are the little master today, and you are going to entertain Teacher Ji, you know?" When talking to his son, Xue Zheng's tone was always extraordinarily gentle, and Ji Mengmeng felt that her heart was about to melt when she stood far away.

After speaking, he looked at Ji Mengmeng and said slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry Teacher Ji, it's not convenient for me to entertain you now." As he spoke, he looked at his hands full of flour and smiled a little self-deprecatingly: "My son came together in the morning and made a fuss about eating dumplings, but there was no way, I had to rush to get them." And this kid, if you don't like other people's dumplings, you love to eat my dumplings. ”

Ji Mengmeng shook her head and praised: "Dad Xue doesn't have to be polite. ”

Xue Yiwei also helped on the side: "Yes, Dad, you just need to make dumplings seriously, Teacher Ji, I will entertain you." ”

Listening to Xue Yiwei's words, Ji Mengmeng subconsciously glanced at Xue Zheng, and sure enough, his face instantly became stiff. Ji Mengmeng shook her head helplessly, touched Xue Yiwei's head, and thought to herself that this little guy really didn't know how to be considerate of his father.

"Dad, I'll take Teacher Ji to my room, you can come on!" With that, he ran out as fast as he could, and when he returned, he had two cartons of milk in his hand.

"Teacher Ji gives." Xue Yiwei gave the milk to Ji Mengmeng, and then said as if to take credit: "This is my favorite milk, there are only two cartons left in the refrigerator." ”

Ji Mengmeng took the milk, thanked Xue Yiwei, and then said, "You are very happy to give the teacher to the teacher, but why didn't you think of giving your father a box?" ”

The expression on Xue Yiwei's face condensed suddenly, and after a while, he tilted his head and began to think.

It seems that he really hadn't thought of this question before. He turned his head sideways to look at his father and found that his father was wrapping dumplings quickly, Xue Yiwei remembered that as soon as he said he wanted to eat dumplings in the morning, his father asked someone to buy ingredients. And no matter what he wants, his dad will always satisfy him.

Xue Yiwei pursed his mouth, in fact, his father is really a good father. If he was a good boy, he would have been nice to his father.

Thinking that he was about to do it, Xue Yiwei held his carton of milk, walked to his father, and handed it to him.

"Daddy, you drink."

Hearing the sound, Xue Zheng's hand making dumplings stopped. Looking at the carton of milk in his son's hand, his expression was shocked.

It was the first time his son had eaten and thought of himself, alas. A flash of excitement flashed in Xue Zheng's eyes, he raised a smile and asked, "Why are you willing to give your favorite milk to your father!" ”

Xue Yiwei said frankly: "It was Teacher Ji who reminded me, and then I also felt that it was not good to drink it by myself, so this box is for you to drink." ”

Xue Zheng listened and lowered his head with a smile. Ji Mengmeng couldn't help but want to laugh when she looked at him like that.

She felt that if she hadn't been there, Xue Zheng would probably have burst into tears.

Xue Zheng looked at the milk handed over by his son, but he didn't pick it up, and when he was about to say something, Ji Mengmeng had already seen his intentions and stopped him loudly.

"Father Xue, since the child has a filial piety intention, you have to follow immediately. Don't say anything dad doesn't like to drink, you drink this kind of thing yourself. In this way, the child will not express love to you in the future. ”

Xue Zheng was stunned, he didn't expect Ji Mengmeng to completely guess his thoughts. Looking at his son's expectant expression, Xue Zheng's expression softened again, he reached out to take the milk handed by his son, and said with a smile, "Thank you son." After speaking, he looked at Ji Mengmeng again and thanked: "Thank you, Teacher Ji, you have made me understand a lot of truths." ”

I don't know if the little guy was inspired by something, and he actually asked for help. Ji Mengmeng told Xue Zheng that this was a good parent-child opportunity, and after Xue Zheng agreed, Ji Mengmeng took Xue Yiwei to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Three people in a bag, and the atmosphere became warm. Xue Yiwei shouted to learn, Xue Zheng taught him many times with Ji Mengmeng, but he would always break the dumpling skin. After a few times, he simply didn't listen to them, and began to make his dumplings using the method of kneading clay in the manual class.

The two adults also let him go, after all, it is conducive to the development of children's creative power, and the two of them are also willing to let Xue Yiwei play.

It's just that looking at Ji Mengmeng, who was making dumplings and teasing his son beside him, Xue Zheng actually felt that this feeling was surprisingly good.

He never thought that his home would have such a warm time. The empty room reverberated with the hearty laughter of the child, which was what his ideal home would look like.