When the chicken soup fell to the ground, Mo Yunhao jumped away in fright, still waving his hands and screaming.
"Ahhh, I'm scalding to death, Mrs. Zhang, how do you do things? Why is this soup so hot?"
Next to her, Jiang Hongying hurried over, held her son's hand in her hand, and blew to him, "Haohao, are you okay! Oops, this hand is red hot, Mrs. Zhang, don't you want to do it anymore? What's wrong with such a hot bowl?" Can Hao Hao end it? Look at his hands are hot!"
Aunt Zhang twitched at the corner of her mouth.
This soup is not particularly hot at all, is it?
The old lady brought it back from the outside, even if it was hot, it had been outside for a while. Besides, people only serve the bowl with the edge and the bottom of the bowl. How can anyone hold it with two hands like Mo Yunhao?
A big man, in his twenties, in such a difficult time, he still has a thin skin, tender meat, oily head and noodles, he doesn't look like a Mohist man at all!
However, Mrs. Zhang didn't say this. She knew Jiang Hongying and Mo Yunhao's temper, so she didn't say anything and kept silent.
But she remained silent, but Jiang Hongying didn't intend to let her go, and continued to shout: "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and tidy up these things, and first go get some ointment and wipe it for Haohao. If his hands There are blisters, and I peeled off your skin."
The corners of Mrs. Zhang's mouth twitched even more, and she turned a little red. Do you need to apply ointment?
In this era, material conditions are scarce. Even if the Mohist family has enough background, but after all, the environment is such that life is definitely not as refined as before. Mo Yunhao, a big man, got a little red when he was holding a bowl, so he needed to apply ointment. This is too exaggerated up!
Beside, Mo Yunhao was still yelling, "Mom, my hands are so scalded that I can't move them for several days! You have to make up for me, this chicken soup is delicious, Mrs. Zhang, hurry up and go again!" Make one, hurry up, this young master is hungry!"
Granny Mo's words were ignored, and Old Man Mo was about to lose his temper, but Mo Yunhao actually said such a sentence, which immediately made Old Man Mo furious, "Shut up!"
Don't you want to live, this bastard?
Actually claiming to be "Master"?
In this day and age, everyone is very low-key, who dares to say that they are masters and masters? It might be unlucky to be heard by outsiders.
After Old Man Mo roared, Mo Yunhao and Jiang Hongying finally came to their senses.
Jiang Hongying was very dissatisfied with Mr. Mo's attitude, and immediately frowned, "Dad, Haohao's hand was burned, why are you so angry? Haohao is your eldest grandson, the heir of our Mo family, if something goes wrong , what will our Mo family do in the future?"
Mr. Mo narrowed his eyes immediately, and said dangerously: "Heir? With his virtue, he also wants to be the heir of the Mo family? He has no skills at all. Is Mojia just for him to play with?"
Jiang Hongying's complexion changed, "Dad, Haohao is the grandson of our Mo parents, and it is his responsibility to take up the responsibility of the Mo family. Haohao is still young, if you think he is not good enough, then let's train him well. When he grows up, Naturally there is a skill!"
Regarding Jiang Hongying's natural attitude, Mr. Mo was really angry. As the head of the Mo family, his authority has never been challenged, especially when it comes to matters as big as heirs.
This Jiang Hongying has already regarded the Mo family as her property.
This is not a good sign.
Old Man Mo squinted his eyes at Jiang Hongying, and realized that she was taking it for granted and not deliberately testing his attitude.
If this situation continues, this woman still doesn't know how many things she will do outside in the name of the Mo family! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com