At the very least, the old man Gong is worse than him.

The door outside opened, and Mu Tianen came back with a noisy little hand.

The trouble just glanced at the housekeeper one more time, and then walked forward with the mother who followed.

And when he walked past Uncle Xin, he stopped.

"The soup my mom made is delicious, you can drink some"

Of course, he said that it was some, because his mother's soup was his, and he had to wait until he drank enough, and he didn't like others to grab soup with him and his children, which was very immoral.

Because he was still growing his body, he was still a baby.

And Uncle Xin was flattered, and hurriedly washed his hands, and walked in, his steps were like the wind, who is a person in his fifties, I am afraid that even a forty-year-old person cannot compare to him.

Mu Tianen brought out the dishes from the kitchen, as well as a bowl of soup.

He picked up the chopsticks and ate them, and he was very satisfied with one bite, because this is the taste of his mother.

"Mom's cooking is the best."

Mu Tianen rubbed his little head.

Then he said that he scooped a small bowl of soup and put it in front of the trouble.

And Uncle Xin on the side also nodded from time to time, really, it is best to put the little young master here to raise, the food that their chef cooks every day is like pig food in the eyes of the little young master, and it can't attract half of his attention at all, he usually eats a few bites and leaves, which is like now, he has always stuffed rice into his little mouth, how can this not grow up well.

With his two little hands, he picked up the bowl, and drank all the soup in the bowl.

It's as if Uncle Xin abused him before.

Uncle Xin also drank a bowl of soup, and after drinking it, I felt that the taste of this soup was really good, thick and fresh, with a special taste, but it was greasy at all.

And Uncle Xin also thought that if he was a bowl of soup for a long time, maybe he could really live for a few more years.

raised his little face noisily, staring at him all the time.

And Uncle Xin couldn't help but touch his old face, what's the matter, what do you do with him like this?

"You're done eating?"

"Yes, I'm done."

Uncle Xin touched his stomach with satisfaction, "Your mother's cooking is delicious." ”

And as soon as he said this, he saw the corners of his mouth curled up, and really, this is a child with a mother, or is he used to it.

"That's my mom, and my mom is a big chef."

He has a little tsundere face, and the food cooked by his mother is of course delicious.

Uncle Xin just smiled, "Well, the chef is good, the chef is good." ”

"And when are you leaving?"

The trouble is all about driving people, this is his and his mother's home, don't want outsiders.

And the smile on Uncle Xin's face froze there.

Little master, we seem to have been together for two years, and your mother has also taken care of you for two years.

But what's the matter, if you have a mother, you don't want to take care of your grandfather?

And Uncle Xin couldn't say anything, so he could only go out, or turn back three times in one step, and he originally said that he wanted to build a small shed for himself to grow grass and raise flowers for them.

It seems that the little young master should not want him.

Okay, he goes, he goes.

When Mu Tianen came out after washing the dishes, Uncle Xin was long gone, and he was sitting at the table in a hurry, writing his homework.

Mu Tianen walked over and sat quietly on the side.

I saw that although his writing was very slow, he was writing very seriously.

Noisy raised his face and grinned at his mother.

Mu Tianen rubbed his little head.

It's really a grown child, exactly the same as the trouble she imagined, this child has been very smart since he was a child, and he learns everything quickly, at that time she was thinking, such a smart little head, it will definitely be the same in elementary school in the future.

Sure enough, the homework is all done by myself, and I don't need to be managed by adults.

Mu Tianen took his homework and checked it one by one, although she didn't have much of a good study herself, but in the elementary school curriculum, could she not be able to guide it?

And how useless she is, even the knowledge of elementary school is not.

When I returned to my room and saw this bedroom that was exactly the same as before, I liked it very much, and a new bear was placed at the head of the bed.

He picked up the new bear, but what about his old one?

Mu Tianen walked over, also squatted in front of him, and then touched his little head.

"It's only been with you for four years, and it's old, you see."

Mu Tianen pointed to the wrapped bear on the top of the cabinet, "Just let it accompany you there, and use this new one in the future,

Good no good? “

Noisy raised his head to look at his old bear again, then nodded at his mother.

This little bear of his, others can't even move, and the last time it was torn a little, it made him cry as if someone was killing him.

And now the only one who can take the bear away from him is Mu Tianen.

Mu Tianen himself has a little bear and knows how to protect it, but this bear is too old to move anymore.

And when the trouble grows up, the bear is at most put aside, and he doesn't need the bear anymore.

In fact, with a mother, I really don't need a bear.

The bear is the mother.

And mom is not a bear.

"Sleep."

Mu Tianen stood up again, reached out and hugged the trouble, put him on the small bed, and then squatted down and took off his shoes and socks for him.

Then he brought down hot water and washed his little feet.

And looking at such a mother, her little nose is also very sour.

He remembered the song he had learned when he was in elementary school.

There is only a mother in the world.

A child with a mother is like a treasure, and a child without a mother is a grass.

He has the best and best mother in the world, and his mother loves her more than his own life, although he knows that he was not born by his mother, but he just loves his mother.

"Okay, let's sleep," Mu Tianen touched his little face again, and then pulled the quilt for him.

Now that you're older, you don't listen to stories, do you?

Mu Tianen sat on the side, also guarding his child.

Shaking his head in a hurry, he is a big child, and of course he doesn't have to listen to stories.

He closed his eyes, and soon, too, fell asleep, and soon heard his very even exhalation.

A child is a child, and he really sleeps when he says it.

Mu Tianen was still sitting there, she pulled the quilt up again, and she didn't know how long she had been sitting here before she walked into her bedroom.

Then he pulled out a cardboard box and began to rummage through it to see if there was anything else in it.

There were her clothes, some of the little crafts she made, and even the sewing box she put there was taken out.