After waiting for the head, Wufu pulled the old lady and said with a smile, "Milk, I'll knit it for you first, what color and style do you like." ”

After hearing this, the old lady happily touched Wufu's head, but she didn't agree immediately, but after glancing at Mo Jin on the side, she said, "Milk is not in a hurry, isn't it cold yet?" My you will weave it for me at the end, and see what kind of yarn is left, and I will weave a thicker one. ”

Seeing Wufu pouting, the old lady laughed, as if she suddenly remembered Mo Jin, and said to Wufu, "In this way, you can knit one for Mo Jin first, Xiaomo is a guest, we can't be lazy." ”

The old lady naturally said this on purpose, and she could see that Mo Jin and Wufu had seen that something was not quite right in the past few days.

It's not just that Wufu doesn't care about Mo Jin, but Mo Jin doesn't seem to follow Wufu anymore, although the two didn't quarrel, but they looked like they were separated, seeing that the two were getting farther and farther away, the old lady was a little anxious.

Mo Jin is a good candidate to be her grandson-in-law, and she doesn't want to miss it.

Hearing Mo Jin's name, Wufu didn't look at him, so he said angrily, "Milk, you also know that he is a guest, and he will definitely not live in our family, maybe when it gets cold, he will leave early." ”

Speaking of this, Wufu remembered the rotten peach blossoms that Mo Jin provoked, and she muttered, "Besides, just like him, wearing sweaters like this, some people knit them, what are you worried about." ”

The old lady had already seen that the two were quarreling, and she didn't say anything, so she laughed, "Look at what your kid said, even if he doesn't go here, if he goes to another place, there will be no cold weather?" ”

Wufu shook his head at the old lady, "Milk, I'll only weave it for you." ”

"I don't want you to weave it for the first time, in case you don't knit it well, practice first." The old lady deliberately said to Wufu with a disgusted face, "You weave for Mo Jin, even if the weaving is broken, he is a young man and he is not afraid of the cold, and no matter where he goes in the future, he also remembers that he lived in our house, this is a souvenir." ”

When the old lady said this, Wufu found that Mo Jin had some smugness in his eyes, mixed with a slight smile, and he deliberately did not speak, as if he was waiting for himself to knit a sweater for him.

Wufu snorted, what is there to be proud of, the old lady spoke, did she have to knit a sweater for him, what did she do, didn't she know?

But without waiting for Wufu to open his mouth to refuse, Tian Yan, who was sitting on the side, suddenly looked at Wufu and said half-jokingly, "But Wufu can't knit sweaters, I guess if she really wants to learn, the first thing is to knit some scarves, gloves, where can you knit sweaters, and when the time comes, it will really be broken, and it will be a waste of wool." ”

Tian Yan's words won Wufu's thoughts, and Wufu winked at him.

Tian Yan seemed to be encouraged, he glanced at Mo Jin, and then said, "I also think that there is no shortage of people like Xiaomo to knit sweaters for him." ”

Seeing that Mo Jin wanted to refute, Tian Yan suddenly spoke again, "Xiaomo, I'm talking about your family, don't think nonsense." ”

Mo Jin glanced at Tian Yan, then fixed his eyes on Wufu for a while, and suddenly he also spoke, he smiled faintly, "You know my affairs so well, how come I didn't know that someone knitted a sweater for me." ”

After speaking, he looked at the old lady, changed his light appearance just now, and his tone was a little aggrieved, "Grandma, I didn't wear a sweater in winter before, and I never wore a sweater." ”

"This kid is really pitiful, he actually ......" The old lady looked at Mo Jin, her eyes full of distress.

Just like their family, they still wear sweaters, Mo Jin doesn't have it, isn't it cold in winter?