Chapter 237: The Old Lady Watches the Play

"Auntie, where have you been today?" Mu Yunxing took her hand, looked at the big bags and small bags that Bai Lin carried in behind her, and looked at them curiously with a pair of small dark eyes.

Shi Qing pulled the thing away, took out a small remote-controlled plane from it and handed it to him, and said with a smile: "Na, I don't know what kind of remote-controlled aircraft you like, this is my choice, you see if you like it or not." ”

Mu Yunxing's remote-controlled planes are placed in a special room in the United States.

It can be said that they are all very expensive, top-notch toy airplanes.

But it's really the first time I've seen such an inferior one, but it's also the first time I've been hand-delivered to him, and I've asked him if he likes it.

"I like it very much, thank you, auntie." Mu Yunxing bent his eyes with a smile, and he didn't let go of the plane while holding it.

Shi Qing touched his head, and seeing that the time was almost five o'clock, he asked Mu Yunxing, who was playing with the plane, "Xingzai, what do you like to eat, I will cook for you at night." ”

"Okay, okay, my favorite is Chinese food." As soon as Mu Yunxing heard about cooking, his eyes lit up.

"How can the young lady let you cook, you hurry up and rest." When Fu Ma came back from outside and saw Xia Qing tying an apron, her face was shocked, and she hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.

Shi Qing smiled and shook his head, "It's rare to have time today, I'll show off and let you repay Huaicheng cuisine." ”

Fu Ma saw that she was acting neatly, not pretentious at all, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, then I'll give you a hand?" ”

"Young people nowadays, there are few people as capable as you."

Qing's face was a little red when she praised Fu Ma, "This is all taught by grandma." ”

"Hey, aunt, whose tank is it?" Mu Yunxing was playing with the plane outside and bumped into Shi Qing's box, and when he saw the tank exposed inside, he reached out and took out the tank, and asked curiously.

Shi Qing was busy washing vegetables, "It was bought for Chengle, and he was going to come to the capital to play and prepare a New Year's gift after the New Year." ”

"Chengle?" Mu Yunxing clenched the tank and began to look forward to it.

"Yes, he's about the same age as you, you should be able to get along." Shi Qing boiled the rice and began to cook.

At this time, the Jingmen Theater!

The old lady was watching a curtain movie, a micro-film of the farmer and the snake, and she was fascinated by it.

"Grandma, why do you want to put on this movie?" Next to him, Su Zheqi, who was wearing a black windbreaker, saw that his grandmother still put this kind of idiom story for children to see, and his eyebrows twitched.

The old lady likes to listen to "The Pipa Story" and "The Story of the Cailou" on weekdays, how can I suddenly listen to this today?

"Qi'er, your brother has married a daughter-in-law this year, when do you plan to marry a daughter-in-law?" The old lady looked at the characters on the screen, but her mind did not fall on it.

Su Zheqi's mobile phone typing hand suddenly paused, turned his face sideways, and stared at her: "Grandma, I'm still early." ”

His identity and current situation make it impossible to get married.

"You're not too young." The old lady frowned, still like this.

Every time the New Year is approaching, it is this sentence that prevaricates her.

"Is Grandma old? Sometimes you can't keep up with your pace? The old lady's painting style suddenly changed, and she began to be sad in the spring and autumn, which made Su Zheqi a little messy.

The old lady who clenched her fists to her lips and whispered to the child's temper, "What's the matter, grandma is young." ”

"You don't bluff me, if I'm not old, why are you all disobedient, you must think I'm old and useless, and no one is willing to listen to what I say." The old lady's face was blank, obviously angry.

Su Zheqi was heartbroken, "Say, which girl did you find?" ”

This fourth child simply dug a hole for him.