Chapter 642

At this moment, I saw a little girl come over and knock on the door. Su Murong and the two children turned back at the same time.

Is a five or six-year-old girl, wearing a sheep's horn braid, slightly plump body covered with a piece of red pengpeng skirt, big eyes are very lovely.

"Here you are."

Ouyang Qing takes the bead on her hand and gives it to Xiaoyang.

Xiao Yang is standing in situ did not move, a face of indifference.

Ouyang Qing has been laughing. Fang fo doesn't know that Xiao Yang has rejected her.

Su Murong bent down, squatted in front of Ouyang Qing, patted her face and asked, "your name is Ouyang Qing, right? Can I call you Xiaoqing later?"

"Hello, aunt su."

Ouyang Qing is very clever. Although she is young, she is so dignified. At first sight, she is the one with excellent upbringing.

Su Murong nodded and then asked with a smile, "where's mom?"

Ouyang Qing pointed to the room and then asked, "can I play with my brother?"

Su Murong turns around and looks like Xiao Yang is asking for advice.

Xiaoyang is slightly sideways, but Su Murong found that Xiaoyang's face, clearly some red.

"Xiao Yang is shy."

Su Murong walked over with a smile, took Xiaoyang's hand, but heard Xiaoyang whisper: "I don't want it."

"Your name is Mo Yang, isn't it?"

Ouyang Qing took the initiative to talk.

"Your name is Ouyang Qing?" Xiao Yang raised his head slightly, a little arrogant.

Ouyang Qing nodded happily, and the two children began to communicate.

"You take the children out to play. I'll clean this place first." Mo Shibei said after packing my bags.

Su Murong looked at Mo Shibei's busy appearance and felt a little sorry, so he said, "you'd better go out, I'll clean up."

"Darling, you take the children out to play, eldest daughter."

Mo Shibei called jokingly, and then blinked again.

In a word, Su Murong's face turned red again. Seeing that he really wanted to clean up, he didn't continue to insist.

The farmyard is relatively large. It just rained yesterday. There are still some water marks in the yard, but it is cleaner than usual.

In the corner of the courtyard there is a Wutong tree. The beads in Ouyang Qing's hands are spikelets that fall from the trees.

Ouyang Qinghua is still standing at the door, looking at Su Murong and his three children. He turns around slightly and looks at Su Murong carefully.

Because it is to participate in outdoor activities, Su Murong also chose a pink sweatshirt, and Xiaoyue belong to the same series.

The two nodded symbolically to say hello. It was only after the children started to play that Su Murong and Ouyang Qinghua had some simple exchanges, but it didn't involve the Mo family.

Most of the people who come here have lost their normal status, and naturally they are less dull and serious.

Ruili cleaned up inside, then rushed to the door to call, still in a whisper, said: "Tsinghua, come and help me clean up my clothes."

"Miss Su, I'll go first." Ouyang Qinghua said, turned and left. He was very relieved that the child was playing in the yard.

During this period, Mo Shibei specially moved a small chair to Su Murong, which made Su Murong more embarrassed.

"You take care of your things and leave me alone."

"How can I ignore you? I will take care of you this time." Mo Shibei said that without any taboo, he gave Su Murong a kiss on his face, which made Su Murong blush again.

"Shame

Just as Xiaoyue turned her head and saw this scene, she couldn't help shaving her face and said.

Soon, the three children began to say that they were ashamed. Su Murong gave Mo Shibei a angry look. He reached out to hammer Mo Shibei, but Mo Shibei gave him another kiss.

Su Murong quit now, and he got up to beat Mo Shibei.

Mo Shibei retreated, teasing Su Murong and saying, "Oh, you still want to fight back. Even if you want to kiss me, you don't have to do that."

"Don't explain the north."

Due to the presence of the camera, Su Murong naturally did not let go of it. Seeing that Mo Shibei was still teasing himself, he soon stopped moving and was panting in the same place.

Mo Shibei came over soon. Seeing Su Murong was still angry, he took the initiative to say, "since you want to hit me, let me hit you."

Su Murong, seeing Mo Shibei's eyes full of tenderness, suddenly stopped beating. She didn't want to make a bad impact on the children, so she changed the topic and asked“ Do you have anything to eat tonight? "

"The crew said there would be arrangements later, but it shouldn't be too delicious." Mo Shibei said with a slight shrug, some helpless.

"You're good at cooking. It's hard for you." Su Murong began to wear a high hat for Mo Shibei.

However, she remembers that Mo Shibei really cooked for herself before, and the food she cooked was pretty good.

Mo Shibei was a little complacent on his face and said with a smile, "of course, you and the children have a good time."

The food for the evening is very simple, a little pork, plus potatoes and tomatoes.

Because in a yard, the two families plan to discuss cooking together.

When Ruili saw Mo Shibei brush up her sleeves to start, Ruili was surprised and said, "Mr. Mo, you'd better go and have a rest first. I'll be fine here."

"Since it's a two-way cooperation, I naturally have to contribute."

While Su Murong was away, Mo Shibei bent slightly and said in a low voice, "my wife can't cook."

Ruili was a little surprised. She thought her husband was good enough to take care of her family, but she didn't expect that Mo Shibei would even cook with her son.

"Mrs. Mo is really happy."

Ruili's best wishes are more or less envious.

"There's no happiness. As long as she's around me, I'm willing to do anything and have a meal." Mo Shibei said lightly, the potatoes in his hand cut fast, as thin as silk.

Ruili seldom cooks, but she has to rely on herself.

Seeing Mo Shibei's knife work, Ruili feels a little ashamed.

"I'll make potatoes. You wash the tomatoes and make egg soup later."

Soon, Mo Shibei was the chef, and Ruili was next to him.

Su Murong occasionally came to see if he had anything to help, but he was driven out by Mo Shibei.

"Mrs. Mo is just outside to take care of the children. We'll be fine in the kitchen. Mr. Mo is very capable!"

Ruili was washing fruits and vegetables with gloves, and said with a smile.

Now, Su Murong was a little embarrassed. He touched his earlobe and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry. I'm not very good at cooking."

"Nothing. Mr. Mo is very good at it."

Riley praised it.

On weekdays, Su Murong seldom goes into the kitchen. Now he sees that Mo Shibei's knife work is superb, and the meat he cuts is about to fly up. He exclaims, "my God, Mo Shibei, where did you learn your cooking skills? I never know."

"You are only responsible for the delicious food. You are not responsible for other things." Mo Shibei looked up and said.

Su Murong saw that the knife work in his hand had not stopped. Su Murong quickly said, "forget it, I won't disturb you any more. You should concentrate on cutting vegetables and don't cut your hands."

That careless cut, see of Su Murong heart tremble.

After coming out, Su Murong was also a little relieved.

At this moment, Su Murong has been able to adapt to the life under the camera, and the whole person is particularly relaxed.

Dusk Sihe, far down the mountain, the sun is like blood, dyed a large area red.

Ouyang Qinghua has been standing at the door smoking, brow slightly locked, seems to be thinking about something, for the children's fight, no half attitude.

Su Murong is very familiar with Ouyang Qing now. At this time, Ouyang Qing is also lying on Su Murong. He is not intimate.

"Qingqing, go and see what Dad is doing." Su Murong said in a low voice.

Ouyang Qing didn't think too much. He nodded and ran over. He called behind his back and said, "Dad."

Ouyang Qinghua quickly threw away the cigarette butts, and then turned around to hold Ouyang Qing in his arms. His face softened quickly, and asked gently, "how did Qingqing come?"

"Aunt Su asked me to call you to play." Ouyang Qing pointed to Su Murong not far away.

This sentence Su Murong also heard, immediately made a big red face, she just let Ouyang Qing call, how can there be so many words.

With all the words said, Su Murong had to stand up and said with a smile, "I think it's boring for you to stand alone at the door. It happens that the children are playing games. There's only one person left. Do you want to join in?"

Ouyang Qinghua seems to be the first time to participate in such a program. Like Su Murong, he subconsciously glanced at the camera.

Su Murong thought he would refuse, so he listened to Ouyang Qinghua nodding and said, "OK. But it won't be long. We should have dinner soon. "

Su Murong nodded with a smile. She also smelled the taste of potatoes.

Ouyang Qinghua is Ouyang Nana's elder brother. He is a little older than Mo Shibei, but he is only in his early 30s. He may always have a beard. He looks older than his actual age.

Three children, two adults, squatting under the Wutong tree, playing with children's games until the sound of Ruili rang at the kitchen door.

"It's open."

"Well, eat."

Ouyang Qinghua doesn't like fighting. As soon as he throws something, he gets up and holds Ouyang Qing in his arms.

Su Murong also took the two children, washed their hands, and sat at the simple table to eat.

"Wow, is Dad doing all this?" Xiaoyue looks surprised.

Mo Shibei came out with the last bowl of soup in his apron and touched Xiaoyue's head again, he added“ And aunt Riley

"Thank you, auntie." Xiao Yang said thank you.

"Nothing." Riley was a little embarrassed.

Ruili has a full length of 1.78 meters. She looks very slender. She stood at the table and said with embarrassment, "I can't cook either. Just now, I just put my head on it. Fortunately, Mr. Mo is good at cooking. Otherwise, we may have to eat my good bad food tonight."

Ruili was so humorous that she made everyone laugh.

It has to be said that Mo Shibei's cooking skill is quite good. Rao's simple cooking skill is still praised by many people.

The three children's mouths were full of oil. Su Murong was busy wiping his mouth, but he didn't eat much.