Ji Xiaohe was sitting on the sofa, holding a TV remote control in his hand, watching a hit idol drama.

In the kitchen, Liu Qingxia had already reconciled the dumpling filling, and walked into the living room with the stainless steel basin containing the dumpling filling.

"Hey! Xiaohe, have you learned to make dumplings anymore? Liu Qingxia asked.

"Let's start packing! Learn, of course. Mom, how did you bring out the dumpling filling, didn't you wrap it in the kitchen? Ji Xiaohe hurriedly put down the remote control in his hand and stood up.

"I watch your TV series and look energetic, then let's wrap it up in the living room, my mother is also chasing this drama, just watch it with you." Liu Qingxia had already put the stainless steel basin on the coffee table.

"Mom also watches this TV series! This is a youth idol drama, why do you like to watch TV dramas of our age? It's all fresh meat here! Does mom also like little fresh meat? Ha ha! Ji Xiaohe looked at Liu Qingxia and laughed.

Liu Qingxia said while cleaning up the things on the coffee table: "What? Is youth idol drama exclusive to your age? Don't let me see it! Let me tell you, when my mother was young, she also chased stars! Don't look down on you, we were chasing stars at that time, and we didn't look like you now! ”

"Yes! Mom, who were you chasing at that time? Tell me about it! Let's talk about it! Ji Xiaohe walked over, like a clingy little girl, hugged Liu Qingxia's arm and said.

Liu Qingxia put aside the sundries on the coffee table, then sat on the sofa with Ji Xiaohe, and said: "The people we chased at that time are all old stars now, and some of them are no longer there."

Like Teresa Teng, Leslie Cheung, Alan Tam, Jacky Cheung, Andy Lau, and many more! I liked to listen to Leslie Cheung's songs the most, and your father imitated Leslie Cheung's singing style at that time, and it was at that time that I liked your father. ”

"I've heard the songs of these celebrities you said! I like Teresa Teng's songs, and I can sing a lot of her songs! Thinking about the song "Sweet Honey", I like it. Sweet honey, the sweetness of your smile, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze......"

Liu Qingxia also sang with Ji Xiaohe, and the mother and daughter sat on the sofa and swayed slowly together along with the tune: "I saw you there, I saw you there, your smile is so familiar, I can't remember it for a while, ah in a dream, I have seen you in a dream, how sweet a smile is, you are what you dream of is your ......"

"You two don't make dumplings, do you? Why did you change the concert? Ji Chunlai came over with a round curtain made of bamboo, on which were the dumpling wrappers he had already rolled.

"There is no dumpling skin, what are you doing to make dumplings? You're regressing! Is it that now that someone is waiting, he will stop working? Liu Qingxia asked deliberately, wondering if Ji Chunlai's side had been replaced, because she had heard earlier that Ji Chunlai had found a little girl who was more than ten years younger than herself.

"You still can't wrap it? What does my business have to do with you, don't ask around. Ji Chunlai put the curtain on the coffee table, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

"Yo Yo Yo! Xiaohe, take a look, your father is quite mysterious now, what's the matter, I care about your happy life. With your physique, if you don't have someone around to take care of you, you will get sick when you turn around, and you won't even have someone to save you. It's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin, I don't know the hearts of good people! Liu Qingxia muttered in her mouth and picked up a dumpling wrapper from the curtain.

"I think you two are enemies, and I can't find a home to live in. Hi ......" Ji Xiaohe looked helplessly at the way his parents quarreled and sighed.

"Are we short for you to eat, or short for you to drink? How did you grow so big, did you come out of a crack in the ground? You little conscienceless, pitiful, who will show you? Liu Qingxia poked Ji Xiaohe's head with her finger.

"Hey, hey! That's what I said, Mom, why are you still angry? All right! Now that you have Uncle Zhao Yang, you don't care who your father is looking for, who you like to look for! Anyway, the two of you will never get together again, so why bother with it, right? Ji Xiaohe patted Liu Qingxia's hand.

Liu Qingxia put her hand to her lips and said, "You whisper to me, I can't let your father know about the matter between me and your Uncle Zhao Yang." ”

"Oops! Haven't you been divorced a long time ago, what is there to keep secret, now you can't control your father, and your father can't control you, you each live your own life. Don't you have to go out of the hot pot with Uncle Zhao Yang at night, if you can't do it, you can bring your father with you. Mom, you're not a married woman, don't be like that, be generous! Ji Xiaohe looked at Liu Qingxia wrapping dumplings.

"You little thing, when will it be your turn to educate me. I said no, no, we also had dinner together at night, you didn't think about Uncle Zhao Yang, in that case, how embarrassing he was! Liu Qingxia poked Ji Xiaohe's head with her finger.

Ji Xiaohe rubbed the painful head of Liu Qingxia with his hand, and said, "Mom! How did you know that Uncle Zhao would be embarrassed? I don't think so. Uncle Zhao is such a cheerful person, how can he be so stingy as you say.

Doesn't he know about you? What's up! If you take the object to eat with your ex-husband, it will become an embarrassing thing, this is not a problem, I don't believe you call Uncle Zhao and bring my father to eat hot pot together, he disagrees. ”

Just when Ji Xiaohe was enlightening Liu Qingxia, Liu Qingxia had already made several dumplings.

While wrapping dumplings, Liu Qingxia counted Ji Xiaohe's words, and wondered whether she should tell Ji Chunlai about herself and Zhao Yang.

At this time, a phone rang, and Liu Qingxia, who was contemplative, suddenly raised her head, put down the dumpling skin, ran to the hall, and took out her mobile phone in her bag.

You said that it was a coincidence that it was Zhao Yang who called, this person really couldn't help but mutter, and whoever he wanted came.

Liu Qingxia hurriedly took the phone and walked towards the bedroom.

Ji Xiaohe looked at his mother's back, couldn't help pursing his lips, and said to himself: "It must be Uncle Zhao Yang, otherwise he wouldn't have answered the phone behind someone's back." How can this age be a big object, how can it be like a thief, people can't understand. ”

Ji Xiaohe picked up a dumpling wrapper from the curtain and put it in his hand, picked up the spoon in the dumpling filling basin, and put the dumpling filling into the dumpling wrapper in his hand with the spoon, then folded the dumpling wrapper in half and pinched the edge tightly with his hand.

Then he took his dumplings and compared them with Liu Qingxia's dumplings.

Hey...... Why are the dumplings you wrap so ugly! Ji Xiaohe threw the dumplings he wrapped aside in disgust, continued to pick up a dumpling wrapper, and began to wrap it again.