Raising You This Small Stuff

New Year's Day.

Mo Yiyan, who was 1.8 meters tall, just curled up on a sofa where two people were sitting. The heating in the apartment was not very good, and the temperature in the living room was obviously lower at night. The Spring Festival Gala last night was rebroadcast on TV, and there was a sparse sound of firecrackers outside the window.

I had a bad sleeping posture, my neck was a bit stiff, and when I sat up, I found that half of my body was numb. The blanket on his body slid to the ground, Mo Yiyan was taken aback, picked it up, with his own body temperature on it, presumably Chen Jiao came out to cover it at night.

Thinking of Mo Yi's stern face with a faint smile, he moved his neck, his bones made noises, and the bedroom door opened with a creak.

Chen Jiao was still wearing yesterday's clothes, did not change her pajamas, and looked a little tired. It seems that yesterday's rest was not good.

"Morning." Mo Yiyan spoke first and pointed to the bathroom. "Can I go in and clean up?"

Chen Jiao hesitated, "Okay."

"Well, I'm not used to eating breakfast without brushing my teeth." Mo Yiyan said very naturally, and the implication was to have another breakfast here.

Chen Jiao had no choice but to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. There were still some dumplings made last night, and there were a lot of dishes. Simply warm them up.

While he was busy, looking at the flames on the gas hood, Chen Jiao suddenly felt...this New Year did not seem to be as sad as before.

Chen Jiao’s parents passed away early and there were no relatives in S City, so every time he spent Chinese New Year here, he was very deserted. He sat alone in front of the TV and watched the Spring Festival Gala, leaned on the balcony and watched the fireworks in the distance. Really wrap new year's dumplings, cook them well, cover their heads and sleep, the new year is here, and so on.

Only this year, Mo Yiyan suddenly knocked on the door with a big bag of things on the night of New Year's Eve. Since waking up in the hospital, Mo Yiyan's whole person has changed. The offensive against Chen Jiao is really overwhelming, but the more he goes like this, the more frightening he becomes. Now even on New Year’s Eve, I leave my family here, and I would rather sleep on the sofa than leave.

"The New Year is about to be reunited, even if it is two people, making dumplings seriously, watching the Spring Festival Gala, waiting for the bells of the New Year is a rare happiness."

When someone so cold as Mo Yiyan said something like this, Chen Jiao was really shocked that their thoughts were so consistent.

The water in the pot boiled, and Chen Jiao recovered from his thoughts and began to put the dumplings in the pot. Seeing dumplings like ingots tumbling in the pot, I was shocked again.

What are you afraid of? Why did Mo Yiyan's enthusiasm retreat by himself? Probably it is what people often say is hypocritical, but he still has his own persistence in his heart. His love cannot be answered, can be hopeless, but cannot be humble and without dignity. If he is only a short-lived moment in Mo Yiyan's life, it is better to never appear.

Breakfast is ready.

Mo Yiyan helped pick up the dishes and chopsticks without saying a word.

As soon as the two of them were done, there was a knock on the door.

Mo Yiyan took the initiative to open the door and said a few words to the person outside.

Chen Jiao was quite curious, and stood up, only to see Mo Yiyan closing the door, carrying two large convenient bags in his hands, and the black ones could not be seen inside.

Mo Yi raised it up strictly, "Go and get a larger basin."

"what?"

"Go, this was only delivered by someone this morning." Mo Yiyan smiled.

Chen Jiao was still very surprised, but he did what Mo Yiyan had said, and went to the kitchen to get a large stainless steel basin.

Mo Yiyan asked him to put the basin on the ground, then squatted down, asked Chen Jia to help, and opened the bag together.

The moment he opened it, Chen Jiao was stunned.

One bag is filled with orange frozen persimmons, and the other bag is full of frozen autumn pears. Both are the fruits that northerners love in winter, especially when they are relatives in the first month. Everyone will thaw a large pot with cold, and then everyone will play cards and chat together. If you are tired, frozen autumn pears and frozen persimmons will be defrosted. Now, everyone sits together and starts to enjoy the delicious food.

For Chen Jiao, these beautiful things only stayed in his childhood. And this is really his best yearning for the New Year. How could Mo Yiyan?

Seeing Chen Jiao's astonishment, Mo Yiyan couldn't help but think of the small cubicle that Chen Jiao had rented back holding two frozen persimmons, carefully defrosting, and then the two people watched the Spring Festival Gala around the quilt. Of course, Mo Yiyan was forced at that time, and the frozen persimmon that was given to him was still very astringent, and he didn't throw it away after patience.

"What's the point? Go to the contact blisters and wait until it's thawed and it's delicious." Mo Yiyan urged Chen Jiao.

"How do you...know that I like it?"

Mo Yiyan was still waiting for the next words, but Chen Jiao stopped talking. Instead, he smiled and took the basin to the kitchen to collect water.

After breakfast, Mo Yiyan answered two calls, both of which came from the third child.

Mo Yixu first reported the "Second Brother Bravely Coming Out" incident at his home last night, and then called to urge Mo Yiyan to go home for dinner.

"... Congratulations to my second child for me. I won't go back for dinner, and tell my mom that I still have something to do and I will go back tomorrow."

"Oh, but this kind of spreading will definitely be scolded, and you will have to pay twice for the new year's money."

"can."

"Thank you brother!"

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breakfast.

Yuan Suo couldn't help swallowing as she watched the dazzling array of food on the table, and glanced at Mother Mo who was sitting on the main seat, for fear that a little mistake would leave a bad impression.

"What does Dudu like to eat? How about this golden fried dumpling, each has a whole shrimp inside, and the taste is very fresh." Mommy Mo is still very transparent, once she accepts one thing, she won't be too much. Tangled, all three sons of the Mo family inherited this.

"Thank you, Auntie." Yuan Suo respectfully took the fried dumplings that Mo's mother had sandwiched.

"Dudu, how old are you this year?" Mo's mother asked.

The wish that had already stuffed the fried dumplings into his mouth, took a bite, and then spit it out quickly, and was scalded by the soup inside, "I...I...I'm 22 years old!" Mo Yicheng before. Said that the age of 22 has reached the legal age for marriage here!

Mo Yicheng saw that Yuansuo was so hot that he quickly poured a glass of boiled water, and directly handed it to his mouth, letting Yuansuo take two sips with his hands.

Mother Mo looked at the tacit and natural interaction between the two people, and nodded slightly satisfied, "Then what do you do? Is there anyone else in the family?"

"..." I really don't know how to answer this question.

Mo Yicheng finished the mouth-hot episode of Yuan Suo, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and put it on Mo's mother's dinner plate, "Mom, this is your favorite mushroom and cabbage filling, try it while it's hot. "

Mother Mo saw her son's filial piety, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

Mo Yicheng took advantage of the situation and said: "Dudu's main job is to create comics. His family died early, and his relatives and friends were all abroad. He has always lived on his own alone. He suddenly went abroad because of that. There was an accident with the relatives on the side, so it was too late for everyone in the ward. As soon as this was handled over there, they rushed back in a hurry and got off the plane last night."

"It turned out to be like this." The last bit of dissatisfaction with Dudu in Mo's heart also vanished. How could he blame him for such a cute boy with such a tragic life experience? "It's okay, Dudu, don't be afraid of any difficulties in the future. There is still Yi Cheng behind you. Of course, if he bullies you, you will come to your aunt and your aunt will be the master."

Yuan Suo was moved by what Mo's mother said, and nodded heavily. For a moment, she seemed to see her mother's shadow in the other's eyes, "Thank you auntie. However, Mo Yicheng never bullies me."

This stupid boy, I don't know if I was bullied! Mo's mother always felt that Mo Yicheng was the smartest, deepest and most difficult one among her three sons to get close to his inner world. It might be a blessing to be broken into by such a simple boy now.

Mommy Mo asked some more small questions. It was nothing more than how did the two people know each other? How long have they known each other... Mo Yicheng rounded up the questions together, and then kept adding vegetables to the request until they piled up on the plate. Up the hill.

Mo Yixu looked jealous and bit his chopsticks, "Mom, everyone's plates are still empty."

Mother Mo gave him a squint, "Then you should find a girlfriend and come back soon, and Yi Xu, you should actually think about future things at your age now..."

Mo Yixu's words caused Wuwang disaster, and he succeeded in drawing the flames of war on himself.

Mo Yicheng and Yuansuo ate happily and were satisfied with their views.

After dinner, I happened to be a family of four. We discussed and played mahjong with Mo's mother.

The chess and card room is arranged in a compartment on the innermost side of the hall.

After sitting down, everyone realized that Yuan Suo didn't know anything about Mahjong and didn't even recognize the cards. So Mo Yicheng asked him to sit next to him, two people with a deck of cards, so that a deck of cards was free. Had to call the butler on top.

Mo Yicheng explained the rules to Wansuo while playing, and he was quite patient and tiresome. Soon Wansuo understood the rules and recognized all the cards.

"Dudu, which one do you think?"

"Play...play this!" Yuan Suo pointed at a card of 80,000. This card is the safest in the current situation, and there is no use keeping it.

"Ah, if Dudu said it, just hit this one!" Mo Yicheng put his finger on 80,000, and then abruptly, he drew out a piece of seven and hit it!

"Wow!" Mom Mo happily knocked down the cards, smiling cheerfully, "Little Sanyuan! Hahaha, today is really the **** of gamblers bless you!"

Mo Yixu glanced at his second brother's card, and immediately complained, "Second brother, how come you have made money that is so useful! Let's fire a gun! I was really killed by you!"

Mo Yicheng seemed to be distressed, but he was spoiled with words, "Dudu chose this one, you have to hit this one if you say it is pleasing to the eye."

Mo Yixu said, "Sister-in-law, you play this card too freely. If this goes on, I will lose all my money for the new year to my mother."

"Hmm..." Yuan Suo rubbed his fingers on the side, what he clearly pointed out was 80,000!

Before Mo Yicheng could speak, Mo's mother immediately became unwilling, "How to speak, Dudu is still a novice, and the card selection is also very assertive. Your second brother is doing it right, just let Dudu exercise more. Can you progress fast!"

Mom Mo collected the money quickly and started the next round.

The housekeeper stays still on the side. After the world, his old man has already seen everything on the table... Even if he loses today, he must cooperate with this Dudu to make his wife happy. Treat...