Chapter 388: Mother Cui (3)

Lu Tianyi raised his head and looked at Cui Yuji, who was sitting opposite him, "Thank you!" ”

Hou Yiping looked at Lu Tianyi with a dissatisfied face: "Big wood, can't you spit out three more words?" No name, no surname, who are you thanking?"

Lu Tian was stunned for a moment and did not speak.

Cui Yuji: "Auntie has nothing to do with it. ”

Chen Yuxin saw everything in her eyes, and the relationship between her grandmother and this Cui's mother seemed to be very unusual.

The big male dog refused to open Chrysostom, so she had to say, "Thank you, Mother Cui." ”

A sentence of Cui's mother, Cui Yuji's cold face immediately had a smile like sunshine.

Hou Yiping, "It's still our little Xin's baby who is well-behaved and cute." ”

looked at Lu Tianyi, "This big piece of wood is difficult to open." ”

Wu Qiwen, "Aunt Ping, only Xiao Xin can pry open the golden mouth of the big wood, he is a transparent person when we are." ”

Hou Yiping looked at Chen Yuxin and blinked her eyes and asked, "Xiaoxin, how do you use to make this big piece of wood listen to you like this, tell grandma, I also want to recognize him as obedient to me." ”

Chen Yuxin's face turned red: "......"

Lu Tianyi turned his head and saw Chen Yuxin's face crimson, afraid that his grandmother would continue to speak, so he stood up and put a piece of chicken in the bowl of Hou Yiping, who was sitting opposite him, "Grandma, this chicken is delicious, you eat more." ”

Wu Qiwen raised the bowl, "I want a big wood too." ”

Lu Tian, who was about to sit back in the chair, saw Wu Qiwen lift the bowl, he took a chicken leg and put it in her bowl, and said, "Aunt Wen, thank you, you have remembered my birthday every year for so many years, but my mother who gave birth to me doesn't remember." ”

Cui Yuji, who was sitting next to Hou Yiping, heard Lu Tianyi's words, her expression darkened, and the chopsticks she was holding in her hand fell to the floor with a "snap".

Hou Yiping frowned tightly.

Chen's mother came over and picked up the chopsticks on the ground, and was about to go into the kitchen to get a new pair of chopsticks when she heard it.

Lu Siden, "Tianyi, your mother's chopsticks have fallen, you go into the kitchen and get a pair of clean chopsticks for her." Looking at Cui Yuji, she sighed deeply, her face full of apologies.

Chen's mother, "I'll go!" ”

Lu Siden's expression was serious, and he used a commanding tone, "Let the sky go." ”

Mother Chen, she had never seen the old man speak so seriously, her heart trembled and she left immediately.

As soon as Lu Tian heard his grandfather call him, he got up and went to the kitchen to get a new pair of chopsticks.

Thinking that he was picking up vegetables for his grandmother and Aunt Wen just now, he walked to Cui Yuji's side, today is his birthday, and others are also guests when they come to his house, so he should be polite to others.

There was also a chicken leg on the plate, he grabbed the chopsticks, picked up the chicken leg and put it in her bowl, and placed the chopsticks in his hand in front of her, "Mother Cui, try this chicken leg, it tastes very good." ”

Cui Yuji looked at the chicken legs in the bowl and the chopsticks neatly arranged in front of her, she trembled slightly, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Thank you!" ”

Hou Yiping, who was sitting next to her, "This is what he should do, eat it quickly!" ”

Cui Yuji raised her right hand, grabbed the chopsticks tightly, and picked up the chicken leg in the bowl, with a happy smile on her face.

After the meal, everyone sat down at the coffee table and drank tea for a while, and Chen's mother took out a cake, put it on the coffee table, and said, "Tianyi, it's almost 8 o'clock, it's time to cut the cake." ”

When I was a child, my grandmother used to tell him, no matter what your mother is, but I want you to remember that every year your birthday is your mother's death day. Since you were born at 8 o'clock in the evening, then I want you to remember that moment, and cut the cake on every birthday in the future at 8 o'clock.