Chapter 2374

In the increasingly cold weather, the new year is finally coming.

After this year, mu Nianjun will be ten years old. Time fast Su Kui sometimes have to sigh, she also finally realized the mood of being a mother, the longer the child is, the higher the face is, and the longer the face is, the faster she can't keep up with her own pace.

"Mother, what are you doing?"

A hand in front of Su Kui shook, and successfully recalled Su Kui's wandering thoughts.

"Well? What? " Su Kui's eyes are straight. It's cold recently. She's stuffy in the room all day. She feels like she's going to get moldy.

"Nothing, just to see you distracted and want to know what you are thinking, mother, I heard the servants in the mansion say, next spring, you are going to marry uncle two?"

"Poof --" Su Kui's saliva gushed out, his brow was raised high, he couldn't help but look at Xiangmu Nianjun, "who told you? What else do you call it, my mother, but his second uncle? "

The voice falls, keep beside of vegetable chrysanthemum four people, all can't help lowering head to fight chi to fight chi to laugh.

They have long realized that they are wrong. They didn't expect that their master was so nervous that they found out that they were wrong now.

Mu Nianjun was ten years old. Ancient people were precocious and knew many things.

Hearing Su Ju's uncontrollable chuckle, she blushed and said, "well, what's the matter? Anyway, I only know that you are my mother. I don't recognize anyone except you!"

Aware of the tight grip on the sleeve hem, Su Kui can also feel the tension of the youth, as if afraid of abandoning him.

"Well," he said softly, patting his soft hair and soothing his voice, "it doesn't matter. You can call me what you want, but I'll call my aunt outside, OK?"

Anyway, she is also at home. It doesn't matter what she calls at home. If she is outside, mu Nianjun still calls her mother. If she doesn't say what others think, the party will feel embarrassed.

When a mother marries her second uncle, her father is not her husband.

Having said that, mu Nianjun frowned and reluctantly agreed to the request.

The mother and the son talked and laughed. Soon it was noon. It was time to have lunch.

Mu Nianjun is waiting here. "Mom, can I eat with you?"

He used to eat with his mother. Since he entered Yan's mansion, although the living and eating conditions were countless times better, he couldn't stay with his mother all the time because the mansion invited him all kinds of gentlemen.

In this regard, the young people have a deep sense of resentment.

"Of course," Su Kui asked, "Su Ju, order me to serve!"

At one command, the kitchen, which had been ready for a long time, brought the dishes up again and again.

Su Kui swept a circle of dishes on the table, squinted his eyes, raised his eyes and quickly looked at the faces of all the people present.

Then he took a chopstick of green vegetables in his face as usual. Ancient green vegetables are precious in winter. Only big families can see a little green in winter.

"Mom, you are too thin. Eat more!"

Mu Nianjun always gives Su Kui cloth and vegetables, which makes her feel that her son has grown up and knows that she is in pain.

Leng buting sees mu Nianjun's chopsticks are about to reach for fried cuttlefish silk. Su Kui's eyes are fast and his hands are fast. A chopstick blocks his movement. He looks at mu Nianjun's puzzled eyes. Su Kui's lips make a smile and says, "Mom, first taste something."