"I said yes!" "The little guy raises his neck and shouts.

"I said no!" Mo yanjue's brow is more tight.

As a result, neither father nor son allowed anyone, and the situation was in a dilemma for a while.

Muqiqi was caught between the two of them and began to get embarrassed.

"Well, you both listen to me, scissors and stone cloth, who wins and who listens!" This method, in the eyes of Muqiqi, is the best way to solve the disagreement.

"Well, I agree!"

At least to her surprise, it was mo yanjue who agreed with her proposal for the first time.

The little guy glanced at her and said, "OK, since it's suggested by mommy, I'll give it a face, OK?"

Mo yanjue's angry stare, this stinky boy, is it not worth your life to be angry?

But what he refuses to admit is that the stinky boy has inherited his essence.

"Well, since both of you agree, I'll be the referee." Muqiqi felt childish and dead, but still had to go on, otherwise the father and son were not sure when they would quarrel.

"Come on, I'll shout slogans, you two come out together." Muqiqi saw a big one and a small one, and said formally: "stone scissors!"

Voice fell, three pairs of eyes brush out.

Big hands give out stone, while small hands give out cloth very cleverly.

In this game, Mo yanjue lost miserably.

Originally, he had to win the trust experience, but unexpectedly he lost someone, which made his face a little hung.

"Now that I'm willing to lose, I'll start teaching now. Who are you two going to help me with my apron?" Mu Qiqi timely digs the topic and doesn't let the father and son get tangled up about it.

"I'll get it!" The little guy saw mommy's smile and stopped crying. He was so happy.

So he's happy with everything he's asked to do at the moment.

The little short legs ran away with their butts bumping and bumping, and then came back with the pink apron in hand.

Muqiqi reached for it. "Thank you baby."

"Well, let daddy help Mommy."

Unexpectedly, the little guy refused to give it to her. He insisted that Mo yanjue help her.

Unconsciously, her face turned red, and she subconsciously looked at the men around her.

Mo yanjue took over the apron in the little guy's hand, then put it on her neck gracefully and clumsily, then stood behind her and tied the rope behind her waist.

Muqiqi was stiff. She didn't dare to breathe until the person standing behind her moved to her feet.

With the apron around, she began to teach.

How to meet, how to cut, teach the right way.

The man standing behind her couldn't help wondering, "how did you learn?"

Muqiqi's movements did not stop. He smiled and replied, "it's natural to do more."

Although the words are light and light, Mo yanjue knows that she must have suffered a lot.

When her mother died, her father brought his stepmother and stepsister in. What else could she do for a living?

So it's no surprise that she did.

But I don't know why, he looked at her thin back, his heart even raised a trace of pity.

If she had known him earlier, would life be another sight?

But there is nothing in the world if, what he can do is to ensure that her future life is another scenery.

Gently coagulate the back of her head with the head of the ball held high. Her hair is naturally scattered behind her ears. The long swan neck is long and beautiful, which makes people unable to open their eyes at all