Chapter 1577
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Everyone in the kitchen looked at him.
Nian Junting was a little confused. "Don't worry about me, guys.
Luo Sang, "…"
What was going on today? Her brother was stabbing her, and her husband was stabbing her.
Although he felt very happy, he still felt like he was being abused. As expected, there would be no harm if there was no comparison.
At half-past six, Mo Liuxi put the last dish on the plate, turned to Yan Su and said, "Su, thanks for coming here today. Can we have some milk tea tonight?"
"Sure, the silk stocking milk tea you brought me last time was pretty good," Yan Su agreed readily.
At that moment, Nian Junting came in to serve the dishes. Hearing their conversation, he sneered and said, "What's so good about silk stockings milk tea? What a strange name. Is it because there are silk stockings in the milk tea?"
Mo Liuxi frowned and looked at Nian Junting.
Nian Junting rubbed the space between his eyebrows and said, "Did you filter the milk tea with silk stockings?"
It was disgusting to think about it that way. He really didn't understand the tastes of young people.
"Generation gap." Mo Liuxi shook his head and left with Yan Su.
Nian Junting looked at Luo Sang in confusion. "Am I wrong?"
"Old man," Luo Sang said and walked out.
Nian Junting frowned, pulled her back, patted her butt, and said, "Who's old? Speak properly."
"He doesn't even know about silk stockings and milk tea. What else can he be if he's not an old man? He's so outdated." Luo Sang looked up at the sky and sighed. "Learn from Liuxi. He's so interesting. He even took Su to drink milk tea."
Nian Junting snorted and said, "Isn't it just milk tea? I can open a global chain of milk tea stores for you anytime. Besides, I won't take you to drink something as cheap as milk tea. I can take you to drink Biluochun."
"…"
Who would want to drink Biluochun with him? No wonder it was something that a man over 30 would do.
Luo Sang's temples throbbed. "Then you can learn from Liuxi's cooking. Look at how much he loves Su. He thinks she's too tired to scrape potatoes."
"Why should I learn from him? Is his cooking as good as mine?" Nian Junting said disapprovingly, "We can't be compared at all. I'm much better than him. Don't forget, even he praised my cooking. I said that I would help him, but he always said that he wouldn't let me get close to him."
"…"
Could he take back what he had said?
Luo Sang suddenly felt that she might have spoiled him too much.
…
In the middle of August, the annual Qixi Festival was approaching.
Mo Liuxi went home the day before to get his household registration booklet. Xu Zhengxuan carefully handed the booklet to him and said, "Son, you're going to have a family and a career in the future. In the future … you have to be nice to Mom. Don't make her worry anymore."
"When have I ever made her worry?" Mo Liuxi asked.
She knew that his culinary skills were terrible, so she didn't let him get close to her. In the end, he was spoiled to this extent.
"Luo, don't be envious of others," Nian Junting said seriously, "What you see now is only the good side of them. There must be a bad side when you two are together. Many people are envious of us. I didn't buy you milk tea, but I can give you a massage at night."
Luo Sang thought about it and agreed with him. She didn't have to envy him all the time. She was living a good life herself.
However, at night, Luo Sang regretted her decision. "Nian Junting, didn't you say you were going to give me a massage?"
"Yes, touch? I'm talking about touch," a man said with a smirk.
Luo Sang found herself so gullible. In the end, she angrily forced Nian Junting to sleep on the couch for a week.
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