Chapter 474： Fun, right?

Chapter 474 It’s fun, right?

It turned out that when Di’s mother came out of the toilet, she met the cleaning lady biting into the meat buns.

She saw that the buns were thin and delicious, so she asked the cleaning lady where she bought them.

The cleaning lady smiled and said: “This is our working meal.

We were busy working early in the morning, so we had time to go to the restaurant on the seventh floor to get it.

We are very lucky today. The filming of the program "Fake Parents and Fake Mom" ​​happened to be started. The master chef of the restaurant steamed a lot of steamed buns for the staff to carry. "

Upon hearing this, Di Mu hurriedly grabbed her own bag, and was enthusiastically led all the way to the restaurant by the staff. When she arrived at the window where she received the buns, she said with a smile: "Hello, Master, I am the program crew of 'Fake Parents and Fake Mom' Yes, come and get the buns. Fill your pocket for me."

Di's father was diligent and brave during his lifetime, and had many achievements, so he was promoted quickly. He only kept five yuan every month as a spare, and the rest of his salary, including bonuses and subsidies, was mailed home to Di's mother.

Di Mu's family can get a handful of food at home, and she can get only seven or eight centimeters with her children, so she doesn't need to spend money to buy food at all. With the money saved, I built a very stylish house and purchased a lot of furniture and appliances bit by bit.

After Di's father died, the Di family received a large pension.

After the economy relaxed, she simply raised a lot of poultry and livestock at home instead of continuing to work hard in the fields. Therefore, Di’s mother didn’t have many marks from time on her face, and the calluses on her hands had become thinner. In addition, she was a clean person, so she was misunderstood by the chefs as a staff member.

That bun is certainly enough.

Di's mother got the buns and quickly found her son first. The two of them hid in the stairwell like hamsters, each holding one and eating garlic cloves. They also drank spinach and egg drop soup. It was so beautiful!

After eating until they were full of balls, the mother and son divided the remaining buns equally and dispersed.

Little did they know that their every move was captured by surveillance cameras.

An Zhixia happened to be patrolling backstage. After seeing it, he chuckled and directed the staff to edit.

Things that are originally a combination of circumstances, coupled with pleasant music, funny text and multiple combinations of fast playback, slow playback and reverse playback, are extremely magical.

If we put it into future generations, it would definitely be a collection of emoticons!

This also opens a new door for technicians.

They began to experiment with fancy editing, and since then the programs have become more lively and naughty, with a more variety show feel.

When Zhong Kangle ate the third bun, Mother Di stopped him from eating, "I see you have never eaten so much rice before, so don't hold on. If you like it, my stepmother will heat it up for you when you get home." Eat hot.”

At this moment, she had received a jar of water, sprinkled a small amount of brown sugar in it, and handed it over.

Zhong Kangle picked him up and took a sip, then pushed the remaining half back.

Di's mother smiled and said, "Son, my mother is a person who doesn't get angry and is very protective of her shortcomings. You are my son, and I will definitely treat you very well."

Just mention whatever you want and any opinions you have.

Although my mother is illiterate and illiterate, I listen to the radio every day and never miss a day of news LB and various educational programs for children.

I am very open-minded! "

Zhong Kangle was originally withdrawn and didn't like to talk, and he was in the period of changing his voice, making him even more reluctant to speak.

He opened his mouth and still made a muffled hum.

Di's mother smiled and didn't care, and said to herself: "Shall we eat pickles rolled on a single pancake tonight? The pickles I made myself are very salty, crispy..."

Zhong Kangle was not annoyed, but looked at her seriously and listened to her. From time to time, he pursed his lips and nodded to her with a faint smile.

He felt that a nagging and worrying woman was what a mother was like, but the mother only left such warmth to her subsequent children.

Perhaps her marriage to her father was just forced by reality, or perhaps her father was too accommodating and tolerant of her mother, condoning her willfulness and fostering her selfishness.

It was already evening when they got off the bus.

Di Mu’s eldest brother drove the team’s ox cart to pick them up.

˜The photographer and assistant pretended to be with their colleagues and relatives who had settled in Shedong Village, and hitched a ride with them.

“Brother, this is your nephew Zhong Kangle,” Di’s mother jumped into the car and introduced with her hands folded and her neck hunched. "Son, this is your uncle."

Uncle Di's hand carrying the luggage shook suddenly, he turned his head and leaned over and whispered with gritted teeth: "Yao Mei, what did you say?

Where did you get such a big nephew for me?

How many times have I told you.

This is the new Xiahua, and we don’t want to be like the old society.

Liangzi’s father is gone. If you wait for three to five years to raise the child, you are already worthy of the Di family. You can't say no to anyone you marry again.

But you can’t act recklessly!

Looking at the age of this child, you wouldn’t do it while Liangzi’s father is still alive…”

"Ah, you are really my big brother, why don't you want me to do better?" Di's mother was angry and laughing, with a hint of embarrassment and slight sadness.

“It’s not like your nephew is not coming back because he’s clamoring, so he’s going to play at someone else’s house for two months.

I will bring other people’s children back. In the final analysis, we still have the advantage.

With Liangzi’s appetite, he can make people cry from eating. Di's mother shook her head and said helplessly.

Uncle Di knows very well what his nephew is like.

Di Guoliang, like his father, is tall and tall. They say that children under the age of 16 are poor, but he is the worst among them.

He eats almost as much as a new soldier. He eats steamed buns out of a basket and rice and noodles out of a basin!

If he is hungry after a meal, he is definitely in a bad mood, and his face can make a child cry.

"Liangzi, this is not a marriage, he is clearly causing harm to others," Uncle Di muttered with a guilty conscience and smiled warmly and kindly at Zhong Kangle.

“It’s fun, isn’t it?”

"What kind of fun!" Di's mother glared at Uncle Di, "My name is Lele! Our son means healthy and happy, not just for fun!"

Zhong Kangle's face turned red and he couldn't help but say: "You call me Kangle? I'm already thirteen years old..."

“What’s wrong with being thirteen? Isn’t it my mother’s heart? It’s just Lele!” Di’s mother said with a smile.

Zhong Kangle was stunned on the spot, and then he saw the photographer and assistant following him in the car from the corner of his eye, and his racing heart suddenly calmed down.

He lowered his eyelids and said something.

Yes, his biological mother treats him as coldly as a stranger, so what does he expect?

With two hundred yuan, you can hire someone to play the role of a loving mother and a filial son for half a year, right?

Di’s mother rubbed his head and said, “Silly boy, I wasn’t joking.

You can come to my house because we have a mother-son bond.

Isn’t there a saying that once a teacher is a father?

The same thing applies to us.

Even if the recording of the show is finished, you are still my son and I am your mother.



No matter what I say, it’s useless. You’ll know after we get along with her for a while. Mom doesn’t like playing tricks. "

(End of this chapter)