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Mo Nuan stuck out her tongue. She liked this kind of nagging, it was like the taste of a mother, "Aunt, I like this kind of life, my life is plentiful. Besides, your niece is beautiful without dressing. "

"That's true. With your looks, you are a natural born beauty of our Zhang Family." However, if your mother is still here, how could she bear to let you live like this? " Zhang Rui's face revealed a pained expression.

His sister had been strong all her life, but in the end, she suffered a tragic end. Her husband betrayed her and committed suicide.

Mo Nuan's smile also froze on her face. Uncle Bai He Sheng walked out of the kitchen, and the apron on his body had not been taken off, "You old granny, you really are getting more and more worked, why do you keep bringing up things of the past? People have to live in the present moment, why are you still unable to understand this after living for most of your life. It's getting late, why aren't you pouring soy milk for Little Warm? If she's late and the leader scolds you, can you carry the burden for her? "

Zhang Rui glared at his husband, "Alright, you can start nagging early in the morning, you're getting old and nagging, it's so annoying."

Mo Nuan looked at her uncle and aunt with admiration. She yearned for this kind of simple marriage life, the two of them maintained the original intention of joining hands and joining forces for the rest of their lives to reach old age. Wasn't this also a type of great happiness?

Mo Nuan rubbed the center of her brows, took the soy milk passed to him by her aunt, and laughed as she teased Zhang Rui, "Aunt, just be satisfied with what you have done, on account of uncle having cooked for you for the majority of your life."

"This is all he can do."

Bai He Sheng and Zhang Rui were teaching in the same school, and the time it took for the two of them to get to work was about the same. However, all of the small matters in the house were handled by Bai He Sheng himself, and every time Zhang Rui entered the kitchen, she would be blasted out, so much so that when Zhang Rui was dozens of years old, her culinary skills were still tragic and unsightly.

"That's right, my niece is always considerate. Some people just get what they want and still act good. Where would a husband like me, a 24 year old, find her?" Bai He Sheng agreed with Mo Nuan as he pulled open a chair and sat down to eat breakfast. However, he did not forget to push the breakfast that he had prepared in front of Zhang Rui.

Zhang Rui knocked on Mo Nuan's head, "Girl, I'm your biological aunt."

Mo Nuan took a bite out of the Soup Dumplings and said, "I'm on the side of the truth."

"Girl, your heart is always on the side. Do you think I don't know? Since you like men who cook, then I will personally check on your husband in the future. If he doesn't, then he will be eliminated."

"Right, a good husband won't let his wife stay in the kitchen every day and end up becoming a yellow-faced grandma. Little Warm, you have to find a man who knows how to cook." In this aspect, Zhang Rui and Bai He Sheng's concepts were surprisingly identical.

Mo Nuan's hand trembled, and the Soup Dumplings almost fell to the ground. Unconsciously, she thought of Lu Chen, how could such a man cook.

Zhang Rui glared at Mo Nuan, somewhat resenting the fact that she had failed to meet expectations. "Can't you have some determination, open your eyes wide and look for it, you can't just casually find one anyways anyways, since this is a huge matter that will affect you for the rest of your life.

My aunt doesn't have that kind of urge to marry. She has to make sure that you marry at what age, and I won't rush you, so if you find something suitable, you can look at it as much as you want.

Although I might not be able to clearly see a man's true nature, it's still much better than getting married in a flash. "