Chapter 70
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The Mo family's food … was really delicious!
Only those who had eaten it knew that the so-called five-star chefs in the big hotels outside, compared to the Mo family's chefs …
Could an ordinary chef be the same as an imperial chef?
Su Muxue had often come to the Mo family to freeload since she was young. When she was young, she was still shy and would always drag her grandfather over. When she was a little older, she became thick-skinned and would come by herself every time it was time.
"Hehe, Grandpa Mo, I really miss you. The two don't conflict, so they can be done at the same time."
To be able to say such words, her skin was indeed thicker than the city walls.
Old Master Mo also pretended to snort:
"This old man's ears are getting calluses from listening to your flattery. It's better not to flatter me. Let's eat!"
"Thank you, Grandpa Mo. I knew that Grandpa Mo treats Muxue the best!"
The little guy at the side pouted a few times before saying:
"Pfft, bootlicker ~"
Jiang Tingxu was eating the porridge in his bowl spoon by spoon. When he heard his son's ridicule, he choked for a while.
He didn't want to laugh at first, but he couldn't help it.
He was already so good at ridiculing people at such a young age?
As for Su Muxue, who was ridiculed, of course, she heard those three words very clearly. She was stunned at first, then her face couldn't help but tremble:
"Little Ning Ning, you …"
The little guy calmly took a bite of the little bun in his hand and glanced sideways:
"That's right. Ning Ning isn't wrong," he said.
Hmph, who asked you to disturb Ning Ning and Mother so early in the morning?
Su Muxue didn't know that because of this, she would be targeted by this little guy for a long time.
Now, it was just the beginning.
Jiang Tingxu was helpless. He coughed softly and reached out to pull his son's little arm under the table.
Although Su Muxue might not care, the Mo and Su families had been friends for many years. He couldn't make it too awkward for the other party.
Only then did a certain little guy let it go and continue eating.
At this moment, Mo Xu, who had finally sobered up, arrived with an explosive hairstyle:
"Grandpa, why didn't you call me for lunch?"
He was too drunk last night and didn't eat breakfast. Now, no one called him for lunch. Was he still his biological grandson?
Whose biological grandson was treated like this?
Old Master Mo glanced at him disdainfully:
"Why? Do you want me to invite you personally? "
If the old master personally invited him, the consequences would definitely not be good.
Cough.
Mo Xu coughed:
"No need, no need, of course not. Hehe, good morning, Grandpa!"
I don't have that kind of face, and I don't have the guts!
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