Chapter 151

The "don't want to eat" rushed to the mouth was swallowed, his hand was put down from under the bookcase, a faint smile was pulled out from his lips, nodded and signaled her to come over.

A flash of joy flashed in Moxue's eyes. At present, he laboriously put the food box down in front of the book case, stretched out his hand to clean up the books piled on the book case for Mohua Wen, and arranged some files into the grid next to the book case, where there were some official documents handled by Mohua Wen every day.

"Father, these are some boxes of snacks sent by my grandmother last night. When my father went to bed at night, tong'er didn't come to disturb me. Therefore, I just made people warm up today. It's best to eat with porridge. Father, try tong'er's porridge. It's delicious, but don't waste my daughter's mind." Seeing Mo Huawen's light look, he did not reject his approach. Mo Xuetong was slightly relieved, opened the food box and took out small plates of snacks.

There are fragrant crisp duck, Lily crisp, drunken fish, pickled cucumber, cool bean curd, which Mohua Wen likes to eat most, and a large basin of white porridge that looks like people's fingers are moving. Take the empty bowl on the side and put a bowl of white porridge for Mohua Wen in front of Mohua Wen's face. Mohua Tong has recovered his composure at this time, Jiao smiled and looked up and said, "father, try it. This white porridge is made by tong'er. I don't know if it tastes good?"

Under the expectant expression on Mo Xuetong's face, Mo Huawen picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of white porridge, which was not thin, hot or cold. As expected, it was very good. Mo Huawen couldn't help looking at Mo Xuetong's eyes and seeing that she had drunk two mouthfuls of porridge, she was happy with both eyes and eyebrows, and felt inexplicable guilt.

"Tong'er..." mohuawen put down the atherosclerotic bowl in his hand, his face was heavy, and his eyes were clear of guilt and love.

"Father, how is tong'er's porridge? If not, tong'er will improve in the future. Anyway, tong'er wants to eat it himself. Eating it with his father is tong'er's favorite." Ink snow pupil's naughty ink and text blinked, as if he couldn't feel the heaviness of the atmosphere in the house at all. Let's talk about other ways from left to right.

She didn't learn how to cook food in Yuncheng at that time. Even though Qin didn't like her very much, she still gave her the necessary dignity. It's impossible for her to cook in person. Besides, mother Xu has been around all the time. It's not a word to think about what to eat. She won't work by herself.

After marrying Sima Lingyun in his last life, his mean mother asked Mo Xuetong to serve her personally to suppress her. In order to make a delicious meal suitable for the Marquis of the state, Mo Xuetong didn't know how many tears he had secretly shed and how many times his hand was scalded, but every time Sima Lingyun said a word lightly and carelessly. Be careful next time, I won't say more.

I thought he was taking care of his mother and it was hard to say anything. Now I understand that he doesn't care about himself at all, and how can he care about whether he is hurt or not.

Thinking of these, the bottom of my eyes could not help but feel a chill. She was born again in this world. She came from revenge. She would not let go of anyone who hurt her in her previous life and was burned by fire.

"Tong'er does a good job, but don't do it in the future. There are so many maid women who don't use them. Why do they still ask tong'er to cook? What do you still keep them for? You come to the capital and don't know the ladies in the capital well. You should contact more. Don't stay at home and drill into the kitchen." Mohuawen involuntarily stretched out his hand and fondled her head. Looking at her daughter's bright smiling face, his anger subsided for a time. He picked up the chopsticks on the side and ate them.

Looking at the face of Mohua Wenci and concern, Mo Xuetong picked up his mood and smiled.

He filled himself with a small bowl of white porridge, sat at the bottom of Mohua Wen and dined with him! The two people followed the characteristics of eating without words and sleeping without words, and slowly ate up. For a moment, there was only the sound of dining in the room. It was peaceful and detailed, which was very stable. The dullness in the inked literary heart slowed down in this peaceful and medium.

After a while, Mo Huawen ran out. Mo Xuetong saw the opportunity to put down the bowl and asked Mo Yu to clean up the food box at the door. The little boy of Mo Huawen soaked two Longjing, helped Mo Yu clean up the dishes and chopsticks together, and quietly retreated.

"Tong'er, do you remember the four big maids around your mother, those called spring, summer, autumn and winter?" Mohuawen raised his hand, picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, put down his face and asked heavily.

Mo Xuetong naturally remembers the four big maids around her mother, but he doesn't know what Mo Huawen means when asked at this time. He nods puzzled and says, "there are several of them in the spring. Tong'er naturally remembers that they serve her mother very hard. The former tong'er still inquired about them with mother Ming. It's still bad to hear."

Yingchun was killed on her mother's coffin. Xiangqiu died soon after. He Xia disappeared. The last snow and winter had been there, but she was crazy and couldn't even recognize her relatives.

"Were they all there when your mother died?" Mohuawen's face was very heavy and his voice unconsciously lowered and slowed down, but even so, mohxuetong could still feel the slight trembling in his words. What happened in those years was what mohuawen had always wanted to find out. He was slightly excited by mohuawen and bit his lip.

"Father, why didn't you give it to your mother?" She always wanted to ask about this sentence, but she couldn't find a suitable opportunity from her previous life to this life. At this time, she was infected by Mohua Wen's emotion. She just felt depressed and astringent pain. It was for this reason that she caused the birth of father and daughter. She used to think Mohua Wen was the most unqualified husband and son-in-law, father, but after these days, Mo Xuetong had to re-examine his father.

After arriving in the capital city, mohuawen's love for himself is true. Even Mo Xuemin, who has always been valued, sometimes looks at himself because he is behind. His father's eyes clearly show his yearning for his mother. How can such a father really be so ungrateful and unlucky! Don't even want to see your mother for the last time?

"At that time, I was... I really had something to deal with in aunt Fang's yard... I didn't know your mother would suddenly be unable to survive... Although your mother's body was bad, it couldn't be so bad... I couldn't wait there for several hours... Your mother, your mother was..." who said that the man didn't cry, only before he was sad, Mohuawen clenched the corner of the table tightly with both hands for fear that he would show his weakness in front of his daughter.

Now he can't remember what happened that day. If he had known that her mind was so heavy... Why did Luo Xia die at a young age... I don't know whether she was stupid or stupid. After so many years of husband and wife, he didn't know anything... When he thought of the love between husband and wife for so many years, why didn't Mohua Wen be devastated when he thought of it.

The morning sunshine came in from the window and shone on Mohua Wenqiang's sad face. The bright reflection jumped from the corners of her eyes, and the bitter smile on the corners of her lips had a pain that she couldn't get rid of. Such Mohua Wenqiang couldn't imagine. One of her hearts suddenly jumped up and suddenly found some important things she had neglected before.

"Father, how did your mother die?" The low and weak voice trembled uncontrollably, and the lip color instantly turned pale. The hand on the book case was clear because of its strength. A voice in her heart was uncompromising and told her again and again that there was a problem with her mother's death, and it was not just aunt Fang's problem. Otherwise, my father would have dealt with aunt Fang long ago. Even if he didn't deal with her, he couldn't take her with him, In her last life, she only knew that her mother died of illness, so she had no complaints.

In this life, she believed that her mother was killed by Aunt Fang, so she hated her!

But now, she has found that there are other problems, and this problem has made her father keep it a secret and can't say it! What's the reason? She urgently wants to know. She presses down the throbbing pain in her heart and looks forward to Mohua Wen giving her an answer.

Looking at the painful color on her young face, mohuawen took a deep breath when she saw that she was trembling in panic and her face was as white as paper, but she still firmly grasped the book case and didn't let herself fall, Made a decision: "tong'er, your mother died of illness and your father was bad. At that time, you didn't have time to see your mother for the last time. You don't have to check this. Your father asked you, did you let someone beat Yingchun's death?"

He will never tell tong'er about it. If Luo Xia doesn't say it, he won't mention it. Just be a simple Miss Mohist!

Yingchun's death? How did Yingchun die? Wasn't it because she fell in love with her master and servant and died in front of her coffin? How did you get yourself killed? Mo Xue's pupil was a little blinded. With his eyes as clear as water, he couldn't react for a moment and looked at Mo Huawen blankly.

"Tong'er is really not you, right?" Looking at her daughter's clear water eyes that can see the hearts of the people, she was so stunned with a kind of dazed eyes. What else does the ink text don't understand? Thinking that she had confused her heart because of Luo Xia's sudden death, coupled with a few slander words from her aunt above, she left her favorite daughter alone in Yuncheng for more than a year. At this time, she regretted that she wanted to die!

How could his lovely daughter do such a vicious thing? She forced the big maid around her mother to death for no reason. She didn't have a way to survive. She was killed in front of Luo Xia's spirit coffin. At that time, tong'er was only 11 years old. Although she was introverted and less pleasant than min'er, these can't be the reasons for her viciousness.

How could she and Luo Xia's daughter do such a thing? It's a pity that she was fascinated by Aunt Fang at that time. She believed everything she said. Now I remember that she knelt down to the Qingwei garden of tong'er. It was obvious that she was provoking. How could her mother's child bear to die? It was light to pour out a basin of water!

He remembered that the letters he had sent to tong'er in the past were returned intact in the end. He still refused to forgive himself when he was tong'er, and was vicious. He ignored her by simply letting her stay in Cloud City and sharpen her temper. Unexpectedly, it was all set up by Aunt Fang, who had evil thoughts towards tong'er... Where he couldn't see it, Tong'er doesn't know how much injustice he has suffered.

No wonder tong'er hated him so much before. No wonder tong'er didn't forgive him. Aunt Fang was so vicious and kind to tong'er, but he let him listen to her greedy words. Tong'er's vicious arrogance, tong'er's stubbornness, tong'er's disobedience, tong'er's disobedience and unfilial... It was all the lies woven by Aunt Fang!

Heart, pain correction!

He was wrong. How could he let aunt Fang interfere in tong'er's business!