Chapter 85: Grumbling

San Lang walked without taking away a cloud, and he was very chic. I didn't notice at all that the door of the wing room was leaning on the teary-eyed blue mandarin duck. Lan Yuan'er bit her lip, tears fell down, looking at the back of San Lang leaving, the soul couldn't wait to go along.

This style can be seen by Mo Tieshu, and his face suddenly turned pale, and he shouted: "What time is it, don't go cook quickly." With that, he turned around and went back to his room, sulking.

Mo Lanshi gritted his teeth and wanted to call Lan Yuan'er to help, but when he saw Lan Yuan'er's big belly, he thought that this was Da Lang's only eldest grandson, so he could only endure it. The son and daughter-in-law are unreliable, and they rely on their daughters. Mo Lanshi took Mo Yu to the kitchen to cook.

It's all because of cooking that it makes a fuss!

Mo Lanshi scolded in a low voice: "My life is too bitter. The daughter-in-law is all ancestors! Let me make you food, eat food, eat diarrhea! ”

I don't know where Erlang and Lan Niang went. Mo Lanshi and Mo Yu talked, but they didn't find it after coming out for a long time. Angry, Mo Lan's nagging for a while. Mo Yu helped say something nice.

Lan Niang and Erlang chopped the firewood, picked the water, cut the vegetables and washed them, and only needed to stir-fry the vegetables.

This is not empty words.

Mo Lanshi was in a better mood, and it happened that Huang Peacock and San Lang came.

The yellow peacock wears gold and silver with a maid, and is very magnificent. In comparison, Mo Lan's mother-in-law is like an old woman who serves people.

It's so arrogant!

Mo Lanshi complained at Mo Yu: "What kind of thing is this. I didn't wear gold or silver as a mother-in-law, and she put on a grand show for me. doesn't look like a daughter-in-law at all. No wonder only people want it at an age. ”

"Mother, be quiet!" Mo Yu tugged at Mo Lan's and winked outside.

There are still people from the Huang family outside!

Mo Lanshi rolled his eyes, quite embarrassed. It's time for dinner again, and Mo Lanshi was originally going to cook, but he was not in the mood.

The daughter-in-law is high, the maid and the mother-in-law are serving, and the in-laws are cooking. There is no such thing as a book for sale in the world. Mo Lan's wandered in front of the yellow peacock, and a mother-in-law served tea to Mo Lan's.

The Mo family doesn't have this thing. It is also a must-have teapot boiling water tea for yellow peacocks to go out.

This was so angry that Mo Lanshi almost couldn't hold back his scolding, took a deep breath, and discussed with a smile, "Peacock, how diligent and clever the people you brought are, I have never seen anything like this." It's really Miss Everybody. Hehe... Let them cook, and I will enjoy it. ”

"Huh?" Peacock looked surprised and said, "You also want the people I brought to cook." They won't do it. ”

"Won't do it?"

The yellow peacock smiled and nodded one by one, "These two are my personal maids." Although she is a maid, she has played with me and has never done rough work. This is my grandmother, who manages my yard. I can't cook! And this, this is when I go out, I stop outsiders outside. She is not allowed to approach me, she is a rough mother-in-law, but she is a brute force and cannot cook. ”

"If you can't cook, what do you eat?" Mo Lanshi asked.

Huang Peacock looked surprised, looked at Mo Lanshi and sneered, "I'm coming back to pay New Year's greetings, don't you want to eat?" They're all my people, and I'm sure they'll want you to prepare the meal. That's what I do when I go out and meet guests. Mother-in-law... You won't be unprepared, will you? If you don't want me to come to the New Year, I said it earlier. ”

"You..." Mo Lanshi stood up and pointed at the yellow peacock, unable to speak.

Do you want to say to your face that the Mo family is poor and has not prepared meals for these subordinates? Is Mo Lanshi wrong?

She's right!

Where in the world is there a daughter-in-law and a maid-in-law to serve and let the old woman cook for her. I'm afraid it's not thunder from the sky.