Mo Yan got up from bed early, and the hunger forced her to start rummaging through the refrigerator without washing her face. I found a dry bread that had been in the fridge some time ago, and it smelled full of refrigerator odors. I was disgusted in my heart, but my mouth gnawed uncontrollably.

A smash of the slag on the ground. Mo Yan couldn't help but pity himself.

"Mom, our refrigerator is empty, and we don't even have a raw egg." Mo Yan's stomach was screaming, and she looked at Mo Jielian who passed in front of her and went to the bathroom with a sad face.

"I heard that things don't keep fresh in the refrigerator, so I changed to eat and buy them."

"And what are we going to have for breakfast?"

"I'm going to put it aside, let's have an early lunch, and I can save a meal."

The villain in Mo Yan's heart suddenly burst into tears. didn't say anything, saved a breath of effort, and immediately went downstairs to buy steamed buns. Even if it's raining with an umbrella, I'm going to go!

However, the bun shop has not yet opened!

Mo Yan's face turned blue.

The wind blows from all directions on the soles of your feet and goes up your legs...... The rain line is fluttering, no matter how she changes the posture of playing the umbrella, there will always be rain jumping into the umbrella.

Miserable and miserable, Mo Yan covered his stomach and walked home.

"Xiao Yan?" Uncle Pan, who hadn't seen him for a long time, just opened the door and saw Mo Yan who was depressed and returned empty-handed.

"I'm hungry."

"What?"

"Huh? Did I just say something? Mo Yan shook his head, concentrated his sluggish energy, and asked Uncle Pan rhetorically.

Uncle Pan smiled innocently: "Xiao Yan, I still have two bowls of wontons here that didn't sell last night, you can help and kill them." ”

Mo Yan couldn't help but shine in his eyes, and the eyes of Uncle Pan were different.

"You wait, 5 minutes at most, I'll send you over."

Mo Yan swallowed his saliva and nodded. She thought about it, and after eating the wontons, she must talk to Mo Jielian. Is this to stay in shape? This is clearly abuse. She's underage. Her two little buns aren't fully developed yet.

"Yan, what are you looking at when you don't close the door and stand at the door?"

Mo Jielian, who brushed her toothbrush and was foaming at the mouth, asked Mo Yan indistinctly. Mo Yan glanced at her mother sadly, could she say that it was to save Uncle Pan knocking on the door and her time when she opened the door?

As if sensing Mo Yan's unbearable hunger, Uncle Pan appeared with a medium-sized bowl.

"You can eat it, it's not hot, I use cold boiled water for soup."

Broth. Freshly chopped green onions and light butter flowers. The thin-skinned little wontons reveal the pink and white naked* seductive. Mo Yan couldn't wait for a second, picked up the spoon he had held in his hand a long time ago, and began to eat it before he reached the table.

Uncle Pan was shocked: "This ...... Why do you starve your child like this? ”

Mo Jielian came out of the bathroom with mouthwash in her mouth, first saw Mo Yan's wind and clouds, and then heard Brother Pan sigh like this, and immediately took a sip of water...... Swallowed.

"Oh, Yan, didn't you go to a big dinner last night? Why is it like you didn't eat last night? ”

Hey, I just haven't eaten.

Mo Yan raised his head and puffed out his mouth and laughed dryly.

"It's probably because the adolescent child has to develop physically and get hungry quickly." When did Aunt Pan also come to the kitchen of Mo Yan's house. The three adults looked at Mo Yan who killed a bowl of small wontons with three times and five divided by two.

"That's it," Uncle Pan said, "I'll pack some extra wontons and send them back at noon, and you put them in the freezer of the refrigerator and cook them when you're hungry." Xiao Yan still has to take the college entrance examination, and he suffers a lot of sins when he is hungry to study! ”

Mo Jielian looks like a child who made a mistake and was caught.

Waiting for the enthusiastic neighbor to leave, Mo Jielian grabbed her daughter's hand: "It's me who is not good, I didn't expect that you are still a physically developing child, and it is time to eat meat...... No, you've grown up a long time ago, and then you're only left to grow horizontally. Come on, didn't Bai Xiaobai cook a decent dish for you to eat last night? Well? ”

Mo Yan had a drunken smile on his face because of the deliciousness. The body is satisfied, and the person is optimistic. Forget it, don't hide it, Mo Jielian of the province wants to guess. So Mo Yan went back and forth, and explained it in detail.

"I believe in her wickedness!" Mo Jielian seemed to be a different person, resolute and assertive, "If the white slut here doesn't have a ghost, I dare not have the surname 'Mo'!" ”

Mo Yan was forced by Mo Jielian, who suddenly became ruthless in front of her, and she didn't dare to speak loudly: "Mom, I'm also wary of her, there are only four of them in her house, and no outsiders are invited." Moreover, I can see very clearly that the wine is poured out of a bottle and everyone is drinking it......"

Without waiting for Mo Yan to finish speaking, Mo Jielian waved her hand arrogantly and interrupted anxiously: "No matter!" Definitely can't go back in the future! That harmful spirit, a bad stomach, don't think that you don't see that it's really not, she has eaten more salt than you have ever eaten! Combined, you and I are no match for her! I've changed my mind, and you won't be allowed to go again!" ”

Mo Yan was suddenly moved.

Whether she liked it or not, she couldn't help but feel hot when she saw her weak mother become so fierce and strong for her.

"Mom!"

Mo Yan stretched out his hands and hugged Mo Jielian's waist who was walking back and forth. Last time, she didn't dare to tell Mo Jielian that Bai Xiaobai used "giving tuition" as bait and found a short, black, middle-aged man to accompany her to dinner......

"Yo, is it more appropriate for me to wait until you finish hugging and then send a second bowl of wontons?"

Aunt Pan's hearty laughter sounded at the door.

The mother and daughter let go, their faces full of happiness.

"Oh, by the way, my classmate came to pick me up for the afternoon after lunch, and probably won't come back for dinner." Mo Yan said to Mo Jielian, who picked out the wontons from time to time and sent them to her bowl.

"Male classmates, female classmates?"

Uncle Pan has gone to the wonton shop to open, and Aunt Pan, who has nothing to do at home, has nothing to do in a hurry since she and Mo Jielian looked at each other and smiled at each other, so she simply used Mo Yan's house as her front yard.

Mo Yan's eyes couldn't help drooping, and the speed of his answer was only a little stagnant, and he heard Aunt Pan clapping her hands: "Boyfriend? ”

Mo Yan pursed his mouth in the midst of crying and laughing. It's not that she crossed the river and demolished the bridge, hey, it's really Aunt Pan's ability to fight snakes and sticks is too difficult. Mo Yan can imagine, the next question is "Is it high?" Handsome or not? How long did it take to catch up with you? Do you have money at home? What does Mom and Dad do? How many people? ”

"Gee, don't play this joke on her." Mo Jielian helped.

Aunt Pan saw Mo Yan's face flushed, and when she was embarrassed, she generously decided to ask in detail next time when the person concerned was not there.

Mo Yan has always been a little hesitant, not knowing whether to change his clothes in advance before going out. She couldn't think about it, so she had to send >, "I'll pick you up at 11 o'clock." You don't have to change your clothes, there is a place to change your clothes. ”

11 o'clock? Didn't the invitation say that it would start at 2:30 p.m.? Mo Yan opened the map software and looked for Nanmang Mountain. That is, it is a little farther away from the suburbs, so why not leave 3 and a half hours earlier? However, I carefully searched through the bus software, but I didn't find a car to go there, so I had to be hospitable.

I will not participate in this kind of activity in the future. What a waste of time.

At 10:40 a.m., there was a knock at the door.

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