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Mo Xiaomi passed under the small western-style building, through the glass window, behind the mottled rain marks, the handsome young man, as before, sat at the desk and read a book, so quiet, so noble, like a prince.

The prince is far away from Mo Xiaomi, she just thinks about hugging the thigh of the prince and the tyrant, and plucking off a thigh hair is enough for her to fake the tiger.

Back at home, Mo Huihui was already waiting anxiously, but it was raining outside and the mud on the ground was very slippery, so she didn't dare to come out, so she could only wait in the kitchen with her eyes open, cooking and waiting. Seeing his daughter, the father came back, and finally felt slightly relieved.

In the past, meals were brought to the hall, but now that it is raining, the family of three decides to eat in the stove room. Because of the heavy rain and the wind, it was not hot in the stove.

After eating, Mo Xiaomi helped her mother to rest in the house.

Thinking of Steward Zhou, an old man with a child, there was no rice at home, and he must not have anything to eat, so he poured half a bag of rice, filled it with freshly steamed steamed buns in the morning, and dried radishes and pickles fried by his daughter at home, and brought some over.

Mo Xiangshan was carrying rice on his back, and he couldn't carry the basket in his hand, after all, he was still wearing a raincoat outside, which was uncomfortable.

"Grandpa, mom is sleeping, I'll go with you." Mo Xiaomi helped carry the small basket, "And I left a small note for my mother, my mother won't worry." ”

"Okay, then grandpa will take you." Mo Xiangshan said, "Now people are in a bit of difficulty, let's go and help others, and when we are in trouble, people will help us." ”

"Mm-hmm, grandpa, I wrote it down." Mo Mi nodded again and again, grandpa was teaching her how to behave in the world, "Just like the Wu family, it was grandpa and mother who helped them at the beginning, so they helped us when we were in trouble." ”

"Yes, that's it." Mo Xiangshan nodded, "Xiaomi has to remember Grandpa's words, anyway, it's just a matter of raising your hands." ”

The road was very slippery, and the grandfather and grandson didn't dare to walk fast, and they could have arrived in a few minutes, but this time it took more than ten minutes.

Mo Xiangshan knocked on the door, Steward Zhou was cooking, but he was not in a very good state, his face was red, and he kept sneezing.

"Who?" Steward Zhou came out of the kitchen with an umbrella and opened the door at the gate.

"It's me, Brother Zhou, Mo Xiangshan." Mo Xiangshan replied, seeing his granddaughter standing beside him obediently, he reached out and touched his granddaughter's head.

Steward Zhou was steaming rice, and guessed that Mo Xiangshan might have sent rice over, and he was very moved.

When you open the door, not only Mo Xiangshan is here, but Mo Xiaomi is also carrying a basket in her hand, which is covered with plastic paper.

"Oh, Brother Mo, you're so polite, a, a!" Steward Zhou didn't finish a word, he sneezed several times in a row, his face was a little flushed, and he had a fever, probably a fever.

Seeing this, Mo Xiangshan followed behind Steward Zhou and said, "Brother Zhou, do you have a fever?" Have you taken your medicine? ”

"There is no medicine at home, and my young master hasn't eaten yet, so I have to cook for the young master first." Steward Zhou explained, bringing people directly to the kitchen, because the pot is burning on fire!

"This can't be done, I heard you last time, your young master is weak, you are sick now, in case you cook, your young master will also catch a cold after eating, wouldn't it be even worse?" Mo Xiangshan had drunk with Steward Zhou a few times, so the two were quite familiar, and they talked to Steward Zhou about their hearts.