Momo felt that Tai Beisha's reaction was very strange, but she hurried back to make the dumpling filling, and seeing that the elevator had arrived, she didn't ask much, nodded hurriedly, counted it as a goodbye, and ran in with her shopping bag.

As soon as he entered the house, Mo Mo was startled by the scene in front of him. Ling'er stood at the door of the kitchen, standing on the belly of a snake to be exact, pitifully clutching the tip of her tail in her hands, and her face was covered with white flour. The image of the two men is not much better, Lucifer simply became a small-faced person, only his two eyes are still spinning in the bones, and the house is like a heavy snowfall, which makes Mo Mo have the urge to chant poetry, and it is really "suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms"!

"Please, you've lived for at least a few hundred years, and you think you're still young, huh? Hit snow poles with flour, don't you?! "Momo dropped the pork in his hand, and there was a tendency to go crazy.

Naze had to come out as cannon fodder: "It was the baby who ran into the flour bucket—"

"The flour bucket is so high, how could he get in! Even if he does, what's going on with you? ”

"This—" Yun Zhaoying stepped forward.

The baby suddenly opened his hands and made a gesture towards Momo: "Mom, Mom~"

A soft call made Mo Mo, who was about to put her hands on her hips, stunned, the little noodle man would call her mother! "Baby~" Momo's gesture turned halfway, his hands were spread, and the cat walked towards the little noodle man with an excited expression. She taught her son to speak every day, shouting "Mom and Dad" to him, this time, it can be regarded as the end!

The little guy was excited for some reason, "giggled" and laughed, his two eyes narrowed into small crescents, and then he waved his two little white paws, and the white powder fell all over his body, and he moved straight over.

Mo Mo tried to open his eyes wide, thinking that he was dazzled, and there was an extra pair of snow-white wings behind the small-faced man?! The wings shone with a faint golden glow, and they were fluttering up and down rapidly, trying to fly towards them?!

"Wow, baby, show mom what you have behind you, so fun?" Mo Mo hugged his son who threw himself into his arms, his curiosity was aroused, and he didn't care that the little guy drilled into his arms, and directly grabbed his son and dropped it, with an inquiring expression. Take a look, touch it, and tug it, until the little guy let out a very dissatisfied mutter, Mo Mo turned his head and asked Na Ze in dismay, "This is not what you put on?!" ”

"Of course not—"

"What?!" Mo Mo's eyes widened, looking at Naze and then at her son, to be honest, this is the first time she carefully compares the appearance of father and son, her son has blue eyes and blonde hair, Naze has black eyes and purple hair, she is sure that she herself must be purebred Chinese, then: "Did we hold the wrong child in the hospital?!" ”

"Momo, what are you talking about?" Naze was angry and funny, and wanted to reach out and pat the flour on her body, but Mo Mo avoided it.

"I remember, you said I gave birth in the castle, that," Momo glanced nervously at Naze, and then looked down at the baby who grabbed her long hair in his arms, "Are you hinting at me, he was born by my cheating?!" ”

"Momo, he's our child, what are you talking about, I don't even know who my wife and child are, okay?!" Na Ze didn't care about the presence of outsiders, and put down his aristocratic shelf, which was obviously a justified accusation, but he looked a little pitiful.

Yun Zhaoying looked at him sympathetically, although his apprentice had forgotten to marry him, at least he wouldn't think nonsense, it was okay.

"He looks like an angel in a painting!" Ling'er said happily, Yun Zhaoying's originally happy good mood is gone, and it's true that the apprentice won't think nonsense, but she will talk nonsense!

As soon as Momo heard what she said, he immediately began to pick up his son's clothes, Naze didn't know what he wanted to do, but he cooperated to take the child's clothes, and poor Lucifer was stripped naked by his parents in the blink of an eye, leaving only a diaper to cover his shame. Mo Mo looked left and right for a moment, then bent down and took out a stick of garlic from the plastic bag at his feet and stuffed it into his hand, and made a pulling motion: "God, can I give birth, Cupid, the god of love?!" ”

came to the conclusion that Momo was about to pass out, and he didn't even pay attention to the baby's grabbing raw garlic and stuffing it into his mouth.

"I promise he has nothing to do with Cupid," Naze hugged Momo from behind, but his hand ran through her waist to support her son, making sure that mother and son would not fall, "Lucifer's birth is the luck of our bloodline, and you are the gospel of the bloodline, so, good, don't doubt this." ”

"Why?! Also, I want to know, who does he look like? Momo was relieved, but still curious.

Na Ze rubbed her hair and glanced at Yun Zhaoying and Ling'er who pricked up their ears: "There are guests here, okay to go back and talk about it?" I'll make lunch first, and the dumplings will probably be eaten in the evening. ”

"You whisper in my ear, can't you?" Momo's dissatisfied coquettishness.

"Yes, you can just whisper in Momo's ear," Ling'er was also full of anticipation, "Master and I can hear it." ”

"Uh-" Yun Zhaoying was embarrassed, reached out and pulled her apprentice, and began to reach out to help her dust the flour, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Na Ze looked down at Mo Mo, Mo Mo looked down at his son, and shrugged in frustration: "Okay, okay, tell me at night, Ling'er and I will make dumplings first." ”

"Well, go ahead." Nazawa let go of his hand and turned to take the dough from her arms.

Mo Mo found that the garlic had been gnawed by his son, and hurriedly reached out to pull it: "You can eat this too, spit it out." ”

Na Ze smiled as a matter of course: "Children, it's okay to eat snacks." ”

"How can this be a snack, this is a dish, it hasn't been washed yet, it will have diarrhea." Momo angrily picked the baby's mouth and tried to take out everything he had eaten, but the son who provoked him cried loudly, so he had to stop talking, "Okay, okay, mom depends on you, according to you, isn't it okay?" The racial disparity is so great that none of you father and son can make me understand! ”

The three non-humans at the scene immediately cast aggrieved glances, Mo Mo touched his nose, and decided to stick to his argument and try to ignore it, anyway, they wouldn't cry to her! She picked up the vegetables on the ground again, and said to Ling'er Nunu: "Let's go, go to the kitchen and chop the dumpling filling." ”

"Let's go to the kitchen," Ling'er touched her slightly deflated stomach and finally asked a normal question, "Then Master, where are they going to make lunch?" ”

"It's just to do it in the living room, just take a pot and come out," Mo Mo looked a little smug, "It's not a human being, you have to have a gas stove to cook, you've lived for so many years, no matter how bad it is, you will always drill wood to make fire, Your Highness the fire beaver?!" ”