"Oops, it's almost five o'clock, I have to go, let's go, I didn't tell my mother when I came out in the afternoon!"

Putting the chopsticks in his hand on the bowl, Wei Yiming took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time on it, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Has your mom dominated your house now?"

After a silence, Yang Mobai looked at him with pity and asked.

"Stop! Take back your eyes for me first, it's not a day or two for my mother to dominate my family, but it used to be a curtain to listen to politics, and recently I started to learn from the empress, and I am directly the emperor, what can I do, I am also desperate! ”

Shaking his head with a sad face, Wei Yiming said that as the second in the family, he was only a little taller than his father, and he had no status and no human rights, so he could only bow to the evil hegemonism.

"Okay, okay, get out of here!"

Raising his right hand to cover his forehead, he didn't know what to say, Yang Mobai could only wave his hand and let go of the poor doll.

"It's good that my mom is empathetic enough, as long as she is petted, anything is fine! Dad, I love you so much, this vision must be praised! ”

Yang Mo, who secretly gave a thumbs up to his old father, watched Wei Yiming leave his house with white eyes, and then began to clean up the mess of cups and plates on the dining table.

To tell the truth, Wei Yiming's cooking skills are really not covered, that Dongpo meat, I am afraid that if he is a layman, he has to eat a fat water and oil! There are also stewed prawns made by Yang Mobai himself, which is also the true biography of Mr. Yang.

When Wei Yiming left, he happened to bump into Mr. Xu who came back from the dinner, but seeing that the sky was getting dark, Wei Yiming just said a simple greeting and left in a hurry.

"Mom, why did you come back so early?"

Yang Mobai, who was about to walk to the kitchen with dishes and chopsticks, couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Mr. Xu walking in.

"I'll clean it up, they're going to go to KTV to sing, and I'm an old man who won't make do with their group of young people!"

Stretching out his hand to take the chopsticks in Yang Mobai's hand, Teacher Xu said with a smile.

"Your dad probably won't come back to eat at night, and you shouldn't be able to eat like this, so you won't open the fire at night, and when you go back, mom will make you a soup!"

"Well, don't bother Mom, I'll clean it up!"

Avoiding Teacher Xu's outstretched hand, Yang Mobai said as he continued to walk towards the kitchen.

"You kid!"

smiled and shook his head, Mr. Xu didn't insist, but turned around and walked in the direction of the dining table, Yang Mobai didn't give it and it wasn't that he had to clean it up, there was a huge dining table, and there were things!

……

"Brother Bai, Brother Bai, the class party the day after tomorrow, can you come?"

Sitting in front of the computer, looking at the penguin dialog box that just popped up on the desktop, it was the old man mentioned by Wei Yiming before, his full name was Weng Qingyang, En, and the big guy in Jin Daxia's pen was the same surname!

It is estimated that Wei Yiming talked to Weng Qingyang about this after he went back, otherwise it would not have been so timely, he just said it in the afternoon, and the letter came in the evening.

But whether this is the case or not, Yang Mobai doesn't care very much, it's good to be able to call himself.

Otherwise, he is a class leader, and the class party is not organized by him, even if he is not invited, it is so faceless to say, even last year, after all, Yang Mobai was still trapped in the nightmare of repeating at that time, but this will be different, and he is not a college student anyway.

"The day after tomorrow? I'm OK, where are you getting together? ”

Looking at the dialog box, he groaned slightly, Yang Mobai's fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard, and a line of words went out.

"That's great, at eleven o'clock at noon, in the Lisboa Hotel, the Jinshui Hall on the sixth floor, you must come, I will continue to inform the others!"

Weng Qingyang replied quickly, as soon as Yang Mobai agreed, a message had already been sent over from his side, and he always felt a bit like a cliché prepared in advance.

"What are you looking at? Don't stick your face so close to the screen, beware of myopia! ”

Just as Yang Mobai slid the mouse and was about to close the dialog box, his door opened.

Subconsciously glanced back, and saw Mr. Xu slowly walking in with a white porcelain bowl in both hands, and asked as he walked.

"Mom, be careful~"

Seeing this, Yang Mobai quickly stood up, stepped forward in three or two steps to take the white porcelain bowl in Mr. Xu's hand, and carefully placed it on the computer desk.

"Grandpa asked me to look at the book sage's notebook when I was fine, this is the real handwriting he secretly took in Grandpa Qian's study some time ago, the book can't be borrowed for the time being, let me make do with the photos he took first, and wait for the New Year, he will find a way to fool the real thing and come over to show me!"

There is no need for Yang Mobai to explain, Mr. Xu is his grandfather in his mouth, which means that he wants to train his precious grandson to become a calligrapher.

"Then don't lie so close, the screen has radiation, which is not good for the eyes!"

"Yes, okay! Hasn't Dad come back yet? ”

After putting the soup away, Yang Mobai turned his computer chair and sat down facing Mr. Xu.

"No, I just called back, something went wrong temporarily, it is estimated that it will take two or three hours, at the end of the year, there are many things!"

With his hands on his knees, Mr. Xu slowly sat on the edge of Yang Mobai's bed and let out a long breath.

"Alas, I'm really old, and I'm tired and panicked at night!"

Hearing Teacher Xu's sigh, Yang Mobai jumped to the side of the bed, knelt on the bed on one leg, and raised his hands to knead Teacher Xu's shoulders.

"Let you have a good rest, I'll just clean it up, but I don't listen!"

While kneading Teacher Xu's shoulder, Yang Mobai complained softly.

"Hahaha, I've grown up in vain, I know how to feel sorry for my mother, think about more than ten years ago, you were still a lump of meat in your mother's belly, and in a blink of an eye, this is taller than me!"

Raising his hand and touching Yang Mobai's head, Mr. Xu smiled with relief.

"Okay, don't press it, hurry up and drink the soup, while it's hot, and simmer for three hours!"

With a turn of his palm, he patted Yang Mobai's arm, and Mr. Xu glanced at the soup on the computer table and urged softly.

"Sand cucumber and jade bamboo old pigeon soup, how about tasting it!"

"Mom's soup must be delicious, I've been looking forward to it for more than half a year, and I can finally drink it again!"

With his left foot kicked the ground, the computer chair took advantage of this force to turn half a circle, so that Yang Mobai on it turned to the front of the white porcelain bowl.

Grabbing the end of the spoon, he scooped up a spoonful of crystal soup and blew it on the side of his mouth, then slowly took a sip, and after finding that it was not hot, Yang Mobai sucked hard, and the spoon bottomed out instantly.

"Wow~ It's delicious! Mom, I'll pack you up and go to school when school starts~"

"What are you talking about, stupid boy, you want your mother to be a cook, find someone by yourself, your mother doesn't have to go to work! Drink slowly, no one will rob you of ......"

"Good...... It's delicious~"

I didn't swallow the soup in my mouth, Yang Mobai held the spoon and once again affirmed Mr. Xu's cooking skills!

"Mom will stew a soup, but unfortunately I only learned your grandmother's three points, oops, you kid, slow down~"

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