When Tian Yawen and Meng Zhicheng's mother and son returned home, Liu Meidi was cooking dinner, Meng Qiang and Hu Ting were rushing to help, and the kitchen was lively.

Tian Yawen motioned to his son not to make a sound, stood in the dining room and quietly watched the warm, lively and busy scene of the three people in the kitchen, and finally showed a smile on his solemn face.

She took her bag back from her son's shoulder and whispered, "I'm tired and want to sleep for a while." Don't call me for dinner. ”

Meng Zhicheng grabbed his mother worriedly: "Let's eat something." ”

Tian Yawen patted his son's arm and squeezed out a smile: "Eat late at noon, don't be hungry." Don't worry, Mom is fine, it's just that the road is too much, just get some sleep. ”

After saying that, she covered her mouth with her hand and yawned.

Meng Zhicheng hurriedly said: "Then you should go back to the room quickly." ”

Seeing his mother leave, Meng Zhicheng hurriedly ran to the kitchen: "While I'm not there, do you cook your own food?" ”

Liu Meidi smiled when she saw her eldest grandson: "Why is there less of you, just wait for you to come back and put it in the pot!" ”

Meng Zhicheng squeezed his father away and hugged the old lady's waist and stuck it on her back: "I like the hand-rolled noodles made by grandma the most!" ”

The old lady smiled and patted her eldest grandson's hand: "Don't coax me, I don't want to knead dough every day." ”

Hu Ting covered her mouth and smiled on the side, and Meng Qiang nudged the two of them: "Please go to the side and hug it, the water is boiling, I want to make a strip." ”

Liu Meidi pulled away her eldest grandson's hand: "My grandson likes the noodles I make, you don't interfere." The old lady personally took the noodles to the pot, and Meng Qiang helped to catch the cold water.

Meng Zhicheng saw that the two were busy, and pulled Hu Ting out of the kitchen.

Meng Zhicheng pulled Hu Ting all the way to the bathroom on the second floor and asked her to face the mirror.

Today, Hu Ting wore her hair loose, I don't know if it was because Tian Yawen went out early and didn't have time to comb her pig's ears, or because my sister knew that he didn't like that hairstyle.

Meng Zhicheng stretched out his right hand to comb her hair: "Sister, can I help you comb your hair?" ”

Hu Ting's eyes sparkled, and she nodded vigorously: "Hmm." ”

"Don't always say yes, you have to say yes." Meng Zhicheng was like coaxing a child: "I specially learned to comb your hair for you today, you have to praise me for being good." ”

Hu Ting lowered her head in shame, biting her lip and looking embarrassed.

Meng Zhicheng pretended to be sad and sighed: "Alas, I thought you would be happy, it seems that my efforts were in vain." He listlessly held up the gift box bag that had been hidden behind his back to her: "Here you go." ”

Seeing that Hu Ting's eyes widened and he didn't move, he stuffed the bag into her hand, turned around and made a gesture to leave, and vaguely heard the person behind him whisper: "Okay." ”

Meng Zhicheng doubted his ears, turned around and asked her, "You just spoke?" ”

Yu Ting blinked, her lips trembling but she couldn't make a sound. Meng Zhicheng saw that she was embarrassed, and immediately stepped forward with a smile and took her hand: "I'll tease you, say it when you want to speak, don't force it." ”

Hu Ting looked at his expression nervously and shook her head at him, her eyes revealing inquiry. Meng Zhicheng thought for a while: "Are you asking if I'm angry?" ”

Hu Ting nodded again and again.

Meng Zhicheng scratched his neck in embarrassment: "I pretended, I just wanted you to talk to me." Sister, don't be angry with me. ”

Yu Ting shook her head, thought about it, and smiled happily. She held the bag up in her hand with another inquiring expression.

"I'll help you comb your hair, and you pick one from it." Meng Zhicheng motioned for her to see for herself.

Hu Ting took out the gift box from the bag, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly. Her trembling hand stroked and stroked the dark blue velvet box.

"This is a gift from me and Timko, open it and see if you like it." Meng Zhicheng was a little excited on the side. The giver of the gift wants the person receiving the gift to like it the most.

Tears dripped down the box, and the dark blue velvet faded into blue-black little by little. Meng Zhicheng was startled and wiped her tears indiscriminately.

"What's wrong? Don't cry, I feel bad when you cry. If you don't like it, throw ......it away."

Before he could finish speaking, Hu Ting hugged the gift box tightly in her arms and shook her head like a rattle.

Only then did Meng Zhicheng understand what she meant: "It turns out that my sister likes this gift too much, and she cried with joy." ”

Hu Ting nodded while wiping her tears.

Meng Zhicheng laughed happily: "I was moved to cry before I saw this, you are too hasty!" ”

Thinking of Wang Minjuan's surprised expression when he asked to cut the label, he was even more proud: "I'll just say, no matter what I give, you will like it." ”

Hu Ting nodded in agreement, Meng Zhicheng smiled more cheerfully, and he motioned to his sister to hurry up and look at the gift. Hu Ting held her breath and opened the box carefully, her movements were extremely gentle, and she was afraid that she would break the box with one force.

The lid of the box opened, revealing the beautiful hair ties and hairpins.

Meng Zhicheng couldn't understand her stunnedness, and couldn't wait for recognition: "Is it beautiful?" Do you like it? ”

Hu Ting slowly folded her hands in front of her chest and closed her eyes as if in prayer.

Meng Zhicheng couldn't tell what the situation was, and wanted to ask her, but it could be seen that she was extremely pious and didn't dare to disturb. When he was hesitating, Hu Ting suddenly opened her teary eyes and smiled sweetly at him.

"Good. Good. ”

She speaks clearly, crisply.

The next morning, Meng Yuting and Meng Zhicheng's sisters and brothers went downstairs to have breakfast hand in hand, and Liu Meidi watched her grandchildren kiss and kiss, and her eyes were red for a while.

Meng Qiang brought the porridge to her: "What's wrong?" ”

The old lady pressed the corners of her eyes to prevent tears from flowing: "Look at the two of them, are they exactly the same as when they were children?" It is the children of our old Meng family, and they are all the children of our old Meng family. ”

"That's a good thing, don't do this, the child has to worry about it." Meng Qiang hurriedly took a napkin for the old lady.

Liu Meidi rolled her son's eyes, can't she be sneaky? Such a big movement will attract the attention of children!

"Sometimes I really doubt that Zhicheng is your own son! Did you and Arvin get along before they got married? ”

"Mom, the child is here, don't talk nonsense!" Meng Qiang looked anxiously at his daughter and son who walked into the restaurant together.

"Really? So why does Zhicheng Han seem to come out of the same mold as you? ”

Meng Qiang smiled innocently: "It's not a family, don't enter a family." ”

Meng Zhicheng pushed Hu Ting in front of everyone: "Look at it, what's different about my sister today?" ”

The old lady stared at her carefully, and immediately raised her hand: "I know!" ”

Meng Zhicheng pointed at Liu Meidi like a teacher's name: "You answer." ”

Tian Yawen came out with side dishes, looked funny, and after putting down the dishes, he also raised his hand to participate: "I know it too!" ”

The old lady stopped: "I'll raise my hand first." ”

Meng Qiang helped: "Yes, Mom will say it first." ”

Liu Meidi seemed to be afraid of being robbed of the opportunity, so she hurriedly spoke: "Hu Ting's hair has changed, it looks better than the previous two days!" ”

Hu Ting smiled and nodded like pounding garlic. Seeing that she was happy, Tian Yawen also added interestingly: "Hu Ting's hair ring is so beautiful." ”

Hu Ting bit her lip happily and looked at Meng Zhicheng, Meng Lao Er couldn't help boasting anymore: "I gave my sister the hair ring, and I also tied this braid for my sister!" Mom, I've finally won you! ”

Looking at his raised eyebrows, the three elders laughed, Meng Zhicheng didn't believe it before, and was anxious: "It's really the braid I tied for my sister, don't believe you ask her!" ”

Meng Zhicheng looked at his sister like a plea for help, nodded seriously, and stretched out her right thumb: "Okay!" ”

Meng Qiang and his wife and Liu Meidi were dumbfounded.