Chapter 660: My Lu Mo is the best
Ye Qingqing's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it and asked, "You will also be empty-handed?" ”
Lu Mo's expression was still faint, "It's not like it's empty-handed, it's just a bag." ”
He added, "It's easy! ”
Ye Qingqing suddenly looked adoring, her man is the best!
But—
"Didn't Ye Zhiguo recognize you?"
"I'm transfigured." There was a smile in Lu Mo's eyes.
Ye Qingqing suddenly became interested, chattering endlessly, "What are you easy to become?" Is it a gray-haired old man? Or have you become a woman......"
Lu Mo's forehead was thick, and he had no choice but to look at Ye Qingqing, who was talking non-stop with a small mouth in front of him, how many martial arts have you watched?
"It's just a simple makeup, hurry up and do your homework, ask me if you don't understand!"
Lu Mo didn't want Ye Qingqing to know his appearance today, this girl is Yan Kong, she praises him for his good looks all the time, if she knew that he was dressed up so obscenely, I don't know how I would make fun of him!
Ye Qingqing flattened his mouth in disappointment, the curiosity in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he turned around and asked Ye Zhiguo who he met in the hospital today!
Thinking that she would be able to watch the big drama in two days, Ye Qingqing's eyes were shining, her heart was surging, and she wished that time would pass faster!
After having dinner at Lu's house, Lu Mo sent Ye Qingqing home as usual, and it was a lingering farewell kiss as usual, and Ye Qingqing reluctantly entered the courtyard.
Ye Zhiguo and the old lady were eating, Shen Yanhong and Ye Hua were also eating, and the dining table was the same meat and two vegetables.
A bowl of braised pork that has been steamed countless times, a bowl of green vegetables, and a bowl of dried tofu and stir-fried pickles.
Since the weather has cooled, these three dishes have always been on the Ye family's table, and occasionally there will be some small changes, dried tofu becomes tofu, green vegetables become cabbage, or braised pork with some dried bamboo shoots.
Ye Hua's chopsticks quietly stretched out to the braised pork, although this bowl of braised pork that had been steamed countless times only had a few pieces of fatty meat, and it was steamed soft and rotten, which made people unappetizing.
But it's meat, and it has a strong temptation for Ye Hua, who hasn't eaten a little meat for more than half a month.
"Smack!"
The old lady knocked down with chopsticks, Ye Hua's hand was swollen with two red marks, Ye Hua was so frightened that he retracted his hand, but his eyes were still staring at the braised pork in a daze, eating dried tofu and pickles every day, with less oil and more salt, and now he spits sour water when he sees dried tofu.
"If you want to eat meat, let your mother buy it, my family doesn't raise outsiders!"
The old lady scolded fiercely, two days ago she listened to Ye Qingqing's words and asked Shen Yanhong for living expenses, but no matter how she coerced and tempted, Shen Yanhong refused to take out a penny, looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, the old lady couldn't do anything about her, she couldn't really kill this widow!
The old lady who was holding back the fire in her belly can now be regarded as catching the place to put out the fire, scolding Ye Hua for splitting her head and covering her face, and moving the braised pork plate in front of Ye Zhiguo.
"Zhiguo, you eat more meat, now you are the main laborer of the family, and the family is pointing to you to raise it!"
The old lady pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, and her eyes kept slashing at Shen Yan.
But Shen Yanhong looked indifferent, looking at her nose and nose, and eating slowly, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
The old lady hit the cotton with a fist, angry and annoyed, there was no way to take Shen Yanhong.
Ye Zhiguo ignored the old lady's eyes, and scratched the braised pork on the plate in Ye Hua's bowl, his son is pro, of course he can't be treated badly.
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