Soon after, Ling's father returned, carrying a bag of fruit, and Mo Xun and Ling Tanxue had just finished eating noodles.

After washing the fruit again, we sat on the sofa and watched TV together.

Mo Xun looked at the house, the house is not big, three bedrooms and two living rooms, and the area is estimated to be 90 square meters.

A room in his house is sixty square meters.

He was used to living in a big house, and when he suddenly came into such a small house, he did feel a sense of depression, but it was such a small house, and it was the place where Tan Xue had lived since he was a child.

She lived in a way that he didn't know everything.

But he felt that it didn't matter, and in the future, he would give her everything better.

The three of them watched TV, and Ling's father would ask a few words about Mo Xun's work from time to time.

But it's also very one-sided, Dad Ling also knows how to be measured, he won't ask too much detail, too deeply, he probably knows what he does, just do it.

At half past three, Ling's father said that he was going to prepare a stew.

A little later, at five o'clock like this, the stepmother and the stepmother's daughter will come back.

Ling Tanxue rolled up her sleeves and was about to go in to help, but Mo Xun grabbed her and said, "I'll go, you can watch TV." ”

Ling Tanxue smiled and asked in a low voice, "Are you in such a hurry?" Aren't you afraid that my dad will say you're fake? ”

Mo Xun squinted his eyes and said, "It's as if I don't usually cook rice." ”

As soon as Mo Xun said this, Ling Tanxue really had nothing to say, because since he moved into her house, he had contracted her small kitchen.

Watching Mo Xun walk into the kitchen, Ling Tanxue was also curious, what would the picture of him and his father be like together?

Ling Tanxue walked over and peeked at the door.

Dad's somewhat hunched figure looks even older against the backdrop of Mo Xun's straight figure.

Ling Tanxue's heart was a little sour.

Watching my dad's movements is already a little slow, not like I remember when I was a child.

Mo Xun took the things in his father's hand and said, "Dad, you can talk on the side, I'll do it." ”

Father Ling hurriedly said, "No, no, you go out to watch TV, I'll just come." ”

"It's okay, I'm cooking at home anyway." Mo Xun said. "I'm used to it."

"You live alone? Or with parents? Father Ling asked.

Mo Xun said: "I have been living alone outside for many years, and recently, I lived with Tan Xue. ”

Ling Tanxue's eyes widened as she listened.

What did he say!

Can you tell this to your father?

Father Ling looked back, and Ling Tanxue immediately turned around and ran over.

Damn Mo Xun, it must be on purpose!

Mo Xun did it on purpose, let his father know that they had already cooked raw rice, and their relationship was developing rapidly, maybe they could register soon.

Father Ling was silent for a while, did not continue to say what he said just now, pointed to the ginger next to him, and said, "Cut two slices of ginger into it." ”

"Okay." Mo Xun took the ginger and cut it into two slices, Father Ling suddenly stopped answering the sentence just now, and he was still a little abrupt in his heart.

He was a little worried about whether he would make a mistake. In case the father is a very traditional man, thinking that he will give her daughter to that one and that before he is married.

What happens when he's a badass?

Mo Xun was impulsive, and he regretted it a little at this time.

However, with Father Ling's calm face, he really couldn't see his joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

"Just stew a soup, wash the vegetables, and fry them later." Father Ling said.

"I'll do this, Dad, you go out and watch TV." Mo Xun said.

Father Ling glanced at him and replied in a deep voice. "Hmm."

Then Father Ling walked behind him, and Mo Xun's eyes rolled around, feeling that this old man was not so easy to deal with.