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“Xiaoli!” Seeing Li Gongcheng, Old Lady Mo excitedly stood up.
Li Gongcheng handed the bag to Old Lady Mo, “Old Lady, this is your breakfast for this morning.”
“Good good good.” Old Lady Mo immediately opened the bag, a bit disappointed, “How come there’s no sour plum soup this morning?”
Li Gongcheng explained: “Boss Xiaoni said that elderly people shouldn’t eat too much sweet stuff, so she didn’t prepare sour plum soup for you.”
“Oh.” Old Lady Mo nodded, “This Boss Xiaoni does know quite a lot.”
Strangely, Old Lady Mo felt a warmth in her heart.
It was fine that there was no sour plum soup, after all, Boss Xiaoni’s cooking skills were top-notch!
Old Lady Mo now was surely Ni Yang’s number one fan.
Li Gongcheng continued: “Old Lady, you eat first, I’ll be going now.”
“Yep, go ahead with your work.”
As soon as Li Gongcheng left, Old Lady Mo opened the thermos box.
The thermos box and yesterday’s are in pairs, in total, there were three layers.
The first layer was jujube longan porridge.
The second layer was sour and spicy ear mushrooms.
The third layer contained two items wrapped in oil paper. It was unclear what they were.
Old Lady Mo was curious. As she unwrapped the oil paper layer by layer, a fragrant sweet milky aroma immediately hit her face.
What met her eyes was a golden, glistening bread.
The crust was crispy and the inside fluffy and delicate.
As she gently broke it apart, steam could be seen emanating from inside.
It smelled delicious!
Old Lady Mo took a deep breath.
This Xiaoni really did surprise her every morning.
Old Lady Mo had eaten buns and steamed buns, as well as bread bought from outside, but this was the first time she had eaten such tasty bread.
The taste, it was simply amazing.
Why was she so fond of Xiaoni?
Unconsciously, Old Lady Mo developed a fondness for this Xiaoni whom she had never met before.
Not long after, Mo Baichuan came down from upstairs, he actively greeted Old Lady Mo, “Good morning, Grandma.”
“Chuanchuan come here, join your grandma for breakfast.” Old Lady Mo waved at him.
Mo Baichuan did as she said and walked over.
Old Lady Mo handed the remaining bread to Mo Baichuan.
Mo Baichuan refused lightly: “I don’t have an appetite in the morning, Grandma. I’m just going to watch you eat.”
“No appetite?” Old Lady Mo laughed, “Chuanchuan, I guarantee after you eat something Xiaoni made, you will immediately get your appetite back!”
This was made by Ni Yang?
Mo Baichuan subtly squinted his eyes, Ni Yang, you really have overreached yourself!
Despite being indifferent to him, she managed to make his family so happy behind the scenes.
Wasn’t this a classic case of playing hard to get?
Old Lady Mo continued, “Chuanchuan, why don’t you take a bite? I was just like you before, didn’t have much of an appetite. But ever since I started eating food prepared by Xiaoni, it got much better!”
Who wants to eat something made by a woman with ulterior motives?
Mo Baichuan hid all his displeasure at the bottom of his eyes, then said, “Grandma, I really can’t eat. Oh right, I have something else to do, I have to go now.”
Before Old Lady Mo could react, Mo Baichuan’s figure had already disappeared outside the door.
“This damned kid!” Old Lady Mo sighed helplessly.
The Zhao Family had two sons and one daughter. The daughter, Zhao Jingrong, had been spoiled from a young age.
Zhao Jingrong was three years younger than Mo Qishen, twenty-four this year.
Twenty-four-year-old Zhao Jingrong had an excellent reputation in Beijing’s circles of wealth. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also a talented student who studied abroad in France. If it wasn’t for her engagement with Mo Qishen, her doorstep would probably have been worn out by suitors.
Early in the morning, everyone in the Zhao Family was gathered in the living room, the atmosphere a bit heavy.
Zhao Baosheng looked up at his beloved daughter, “Jingrong, I heard that the youngest Mo lad has returned, what’s your opinion on this matter?”
Zhao Jingrong carelessly replied while blowing on her freshly painted nails, “He’s back, what does it have to do with me?”
Zhao Baosheng continued, “Jingrong, have you forgotten, you… you are still engaged to him?”
Zhao Jingrong chuckled lightly, “Engagement? Whoever agreed to this engagement can go ahead and marry.”
How dare that useless Mo Qishen dream of marrying her, a swan, just because he’s a toad?
Zhao Baosheng was left speechless by his precious daughter. This engagement, after all, had been arranged by them, the parents.
The Mrs. Zhao on the side leisurely interjected, “The engagement back then was just verbal, it doesn’t really count for anything, right?”