Chapter 662： Mother kindness and filial piety

After waiting for more than an hour, the waiters brought the dishes and fruit drinks on the table one after another and then quietly retired.

Braised lion head, Buddha jumps over the wall, Sixi balls, winter melon soup, sour and sour cabbage, Mapo tofu, sweet and sour pork loin...

All kinds of dishes look full of color and aroma, exuding a strong aroma.

Yan Zhixu took off his cap and mask and put it on the chair next to him where no one was sitting.

"Try it."

Fu Shimo took a portion of Sixi **** with his public chopsticks and put it in the bowl in front of her, then put down his chopsticks, got up, picked up the freshly squeezed juice and poured a glass for her.

"thanks."

Yan Zhixu smiled, with the arrogance of the savage lingering all over his body, he picked up the Sixi ball in the bowl and took a light bite.

Delicious and in no way inferior to a 5 star chef.

Seeing that she was satisfied with her meal, Fu Shimo's deep eyes filled with warmth, and the aura of alienation on his body dissipated.

"You can come here often if you like."

He picked up the public chopsticks and took a portion of sweet and sour pork loin. Bucai's movements were natural and casual, and there was a gentleness that could not be ignored.

The two sat at a table to eat, the air was filled with a calm and comfortable atmosphere, no sweet words, but inexplicably warm.

After eating, she wiped her mouth and rubbed her bulging belly.

I couldn't help sighing in my heart, if Brother Lu knew that she was eating so unscrupulously, I would probably be furious.

After resting for a while, they put on their hats and masks, and the two walked out of the box and went downstairs to check out and leave.

At around 12 noon, many people came to the restaurant for dinner, and many people were discouraged because they didn't make an appointment for a box.

"..."

Looking at the backs of the two, Zhou Sheng glanced at the chat record that still hadn't responded, shook his head and sighed.

Mr. Fu probably didn't know that he missed a huge melon. His eldest son, who was devoted to medicine, brought his daughter to the restaurant for dinner.

Fu Shimo and Yan Zhixu walked out of the restaurant and drove away.

He didn't drive in the direction of his own house, and escorted her to the Shengshi Haoting Mansion along the same road.

After she drove into the mansion, the black red flag car parked outside did not turn around and left, and slowly drove into an independent villa about 100 meters away from the prosperous mansion.

"Hey—"

Yan Zhixu parked the car in the garage, took off the key and got out of the car, took off his hat and mask and walked into the house.

The picture in the living room is very strange.

Nan Wenshu was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and a spy|war movie starring Rong Cheng was playing on the huge screen hanging on the wall.

And beside...

Yan Jinxiu, who was rushing to work, was kneeling on the washboard, rushing to work quickly, and there was a feather duster on the table.

"I'm back."

Nan Wenshu glanced at Yan Zhixu, continued to focus on the TV screen, picked up a package of potato chips and tore it open.

"Um."

She passed by Yan Jinxiu's side, walked to the side of the soft sofa and sat down, staring at the boy who was rushing homework with interest.

This look is a bit miserable, and it seems that he has been taught a lesson just now.

He dropped the ballpoint pen in his hand, scratched his hair irritably, and couldn't help moving his knees, "Mom, can you turn off the TV a little bit, it will affect my homework."

Kneeling on the washboard all the time, his legs were stiff and painful, and he didn't even need to look at him to know that he must have bruised.

It's okay not to mention this one, but the anger that Nan Wenshu finally calmed down was rising.

"Operation?"

"You know your homework now. What did you say when you were just on vacation? You said there was no summer homework!"

She stood up from the sofa, strode to the front of the table and picked up the feather duster, pointing angrily at the unfilial son in front of her.

"Tsk."

Yan Zhixu, who was watching the play, tutted lightly.

On weekdays, the mother and son filial piety cuddle and hug each other, and when she mentions homework, she immediately jumps, making the harmonious mother-child relationship extremely delicate in an instant. It is about to stage a family drama when school is approaching.