Chapter 507: 139: Boss, where is your obsessive cleanliness? You look a lot like Mrs. Zheng when she was young_4
Old Lady Mo turned to look at Old Master Mo, “Old man, don’t you think Yangyang’s mom looks familiar?”
Old Master Mo furrowed his brows slightly, “She does…seem somewhat familiar.”
Old Lady Mo continued, “Yangyang’s mom, where is your hometown?”
Ni Cuihua replied, “My hometown is Haicheng.”
Old Lady Mo nodded, “Haicheng is nice, the girls from there are always very charming, no wonder you gave birth to such a pretty and well-behaved child like Yangyang!”
“Ah, is this Little Yunyun? Let auntie hold you, okay?” Normally, Old Lady Mo could have been Little Ni Yun’s grandmother, but today she was an aunt.
Little Ni Yun was not shy at all and opened her arms, shouting “Auntie”, which made Old Lady Mo very happy.
If it were not for her old age, Old Lady Mo might have even wanted another child.
Ni Cuihua continued, “Let’s not stand at the door, let’s go inside and sit.”
The group of people went inside.
Ni Yang was handing out disposable cups for tea.
Actually, disposable cups did not exist at this time, these cups were produced by the factory when Ni Yang had ordered custom milk tea cups.
“Yangyang, let me help you.” Mo Qishen picked up the kettle. Ni Yang poured the tea leaves and he poured the hot water.
As there were many people, the living room seemed a bit crowded.
This was Mo Hudie’s first time in the countryside, she was very excited and curious about everything. Yang Guobao explained everything along the way, “Xiaodie, look, this is a bread oven. Do you know what a bread oven is for?”
“I don’t know.” Mo Hudie shook her head.
Yang Guobao said, “Xiaodie, you’re really silly! You’re a writer! A bread oven, as the name implies, is for making bread! And let me tell you, Sister Ni Yang and I made this bread oven by hand! Look here, this is where Sister Ni Yang and I wrote our names in our own handwriting.”
“Wow! Really?” Mo Hudie looked admiringly at it. She also wanted to build a bread oven with Sister Ni Yang!
Yang Guobao went on, “I have many good friends in the village, too. Come on, Xiaodie, I’ll introduce you to my good friends!”
“Okay!” Mo Hudie happily followed Yang Guobao’s footsteps.
Yang Guobao took Mo Hudie to the secret base where everyone often played together, “Xiaohua, Panghu, Guo Qiang, Xiaoshuan, Zhuzi, Yueliang, let me introduce you, this is my good friend Mo Hudie, you can call her Xiaodie.”
The village children all greeted Mo Hudie in a friendly manner.
After hellos, Yang Guobao suddenly realized something was amiss, scratching his head he said, “Hey, where’s Goudan?”
“Goudan is at home doing homework.” Panghu replied.
Yang Guobao exclaimed in surprise, “Goudan is being diligent today?”
Panghu chuckled, “His father beat him!”
“No wonder!” Yang Guobao continued, “You guys play first, I’m going to take Xiaodie to find Goudan.”
As Yang Guobao led Mo Hudie in the direction of Goudan’s home, he introduced her, “Xiaodie, Goudan is my best brother. We are both boys of the ‘dog’ generation!”
“Oh.” Mo Hudie nodded.
In a short while, they reached Goudan’s house, “Goudan! Goudan!”
Yang Guobao stood outside and shouted.
Soon, Goudan came out running gleefully, cheering happily, “Dabao, you’re here!”
The two brothers warmly embraced each other.
“Goudan, let me introduce you. This is my good friend Mo Hudie, you can call her Xiaodie. Xiaodie, this is Goudan.”
The bond between children is quite simple and pure, without much calculation. In no time, Mo Hudie had joined in the play, even learning how to mold clay into people and houses.
For the first time in her life, Mo Hudie discovered that there were things more fun than writing.
This feeling was awesome!
Ni Yang was busy in the kitchen, with Mo Qishen helping on the side.
Ni Cuihua was taking care of the children while entertaining the guests.
Originally, Lin Pingping and Wang Meifeng wanted to help in the kitchen, but seeing how well Ni Yang and Mo Qishen were working together, they quietly left.
A couple getting along so well, if they had stayed, they would have become third wheels.
For lunch, Ni Yang prepared four cold dishes, three stir-fries, a soup, and a huge pot of grilled fish.
Because there were many people, if only stir-fried dishes were made, by the time each dish was fried and brought to the table, they would already be cold and tasteless.