"Now, we have ready-made watermelon porridge. I will be happy to have it when Hong'er comes back from school."

"Little girl, don't you like watermelon porridge?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Zhao Liuer nodded: "Why don't you like it? I like it all, but I don't dare to feed her too much because her teeth are starting to change."

"I'll hide it from her later, and then I'll take it out when her brother comes back, and the brother and sister will share it."

"Thank you, thank you so much, aunt, for sending them such delicious watermelon porridge. I will definitely be happy to see it later..."

Listening to Zhao Liuer's words, Yang Ruoqing was actually very pleased.

She felt that the part of her blood that belonged to the Sun family seemed to have revived.

The joy of giving and the joy of receiving, when added together, are double happiness, and there are bonuses to happiness.

Then Yang Ruoqing went to the backyard to deliver watermelon porridge to Yang Yongqing and Jin.

It's not like I haven't given anything to Yang Yongqing before. The situation at that time was that Yang Yongqing would directly give a spoon to the little girl and let the little girl eat by herself.

Of course, the premise is that Kim owns one.

If there weren't many things sent by others, then Yang Yongqing might just give them all to his daughter.

But this time, Yang Yongqing thanked Yang Ruoqing and said, "Ha, this watermelon porridge looks so delicious!"

Then, Yang Yongqing went to the kitchen next door to get three pairs of bowls and chopsticks, and poured the watermelon porridge in the big bowl into the three bowls in front of him.

Among the three bowls, one is the little girl's bowl. The little girl's bowl is smaller and made of wood.

The little girl's watermelon porridge is relatively small, and the other two are rice bowls for adults.

Yang Ruoqing remained silent and calmly observed Yang Yongqing distributing the porridge in the remaining two bowls.

Seeing that he was pouring carefully, observing while pouring, he seemed to be trying to achieve an absolute balance.

Make sure that there is exactly the same amount of watermelon porridge in the two bowls. One bowl cannot have more watermelon porridge and one bowl has less. The difference between them cannot exceed one spoon!

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes and thought to herself that this little cousin is a filial son. He and his aunt share the porridge fairly, unlike some sons who don't give it to my aunt to eat when others bring her food.

Finally, he was very satisfied with the portion. After weighing it, he gave one of the bowls of watermelon porridge to Jin.

Jin was stunned for a moment, hurriedly waving her hands away and babbling something.

Yang Yongqing grabbed my mother's hand impatiently and put the bowl directly into her hand, "You can eat whatever I ask you to eat, it's not so boring!"

Jin then held the watermelon porridge bowl with both hands, glanced at the sticky and fragrant watermelon porridge in the bowl, looked up at Yang Yongqing, and then looked at Yang Ruoqing next to her. Jin was still expressing vaguely.

What, but the smile on his face and the wrinkles left by the years are all smiles.

The bowl was filled with watermelon porridge, but the eyes were full of relief and happiness.

Yang Ruoqing smiled at Jin and said, "Since it's my brother who honors you, you can just eat it."

Jin nodded, carefully holding the bowl and sitting at the table, eating watermelon porridge with the little girl.

There was a bowl of watermelon porridge left on the table. Yang Ruoqing saw Yang Yongqing pick up the bowl of porridge, put a spoon in it, and then push the door into the adjacent room.

"What's going on? Brother, are you giving it to Mr. Mo? I read that right!"

Yang Ruoqing was really surprised and followed Yang Yongqing towards the dark room.

Yang Yongqing kept walking, turned around and said to the old god Yang Ruoqing: "Otherwise, what else could happen? Who made her have my baby again?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Brother, you are such a tough talker!"

I said no, no, no, but in my heart it smelled really good!

Yang Yongqing's thoughts were exposed by Yang Ruoqing, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Drinking and eating. It's mainly because I drank too much that day. Otherwise, even if I was sober, I wouldn't even want to send him to bed..."

"Okay, okay, little brother, you don't need to tell me those things in such detail, it's embarrassing!" Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and raised her hand to interrupt Yang Yongqing.

Mo is naturally beautiful, and her face and figure are all attractive to men.

Yang Yongqing, as a normal man and in his prime, lives under the same roof every day, right?

There are some things that everyone knows.

So it's normal for the two of them to get mixed up.

However, I really don’t want to talk about the details here.

If you continue talking, you will get another 404.

At that moment, Yang Yongqing didn't bother to say anything, turned around and bent down to enter the side room.

Yang Ruoqing followed Yang Yongqing's back and found that the wing was very clean and tidy, not as messy as she had seen before.

Mr. Mo was sitting on the edge of the bed, with his long black hair hanging down to his lower back, his head bent and concentrating on playing with a pillow in his hand, muttering to himself.

Yang Ruoqing knew that Mrs. Mo regarded this pillow as her own baby.

Although the little girl likes to be with Mr. Mo every day, Mr. Mo seems to be immersed in his own world and unable to get out.

It seems that in Mrs. Mo's mind, this pillow is her real child.

She didn't recognize the little girl. When she heard that the little girl called her mother, she just looked at the little girl blankly, and sometimes she even grinned stupidly.

Although Mrs. Mo didn't know the little girl and didn't know that the little girl was her biological daughter, she was her mother and daughter after all. The feeling of blood being thicker than water was wonderful and made Mrs. Mo not resist the little girl's closeness at all.

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You know, when she was in Shanyuan before, Mrs. Mo was very resistant to contact with other people in Shanyuan.

But the little girl would follow Jin in to stay with Mo for a while every day when she was delivering food.

At this moment, when she saw Yang Yongqing carrying watermelon porridge into the side room, not only Yang Ruoqing followed Yang Yongqing with her eyes, but the little girl also put down the spoon in her hand and got off the stool and followed Yang Yongqing into the side room.

"You go and eat your food, what are you going to do next? It's not fun here, go out."

Yang Yongqing turned to look at the little girl and said a little helplessly.

But the little girl was not afraid of Yang Yongqing at all, and said: "I won't go out, I want to see my mother and the little brother in her belly."

Yang Yongqing twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't bother to stop it.

He came to the bedside, patted Mo's shoulder, and said in a stiff voice: "Hey, silly woman, it's time to eat porridge, eat porridge!"

Mrs. Mo didn't respond. She still held the pillow in her arms like a doll and hummed an indistinct song.

Yang Yongqing said: "Are you trying to force me to use a trick?"

He coughed lightly: "Silly woman, it's time to get started!"

Immediately, Mr. Mo raised his head.

Black Crow Crow's long hair is parted in the middle, parted from both sides and hanging down, revealing a delicate porcelain white face.

The palm-sized face, the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips...
Chapter completed!