Si Ye's little ancestor is really bad
Chapter 184
Due to professional reasons, it was troublesome for Yang Wanwan to eat out, and she took mangosteen from others, so she invited the old lady to her home for dinner.
After entering her small house, Mrs. Mu looked left and right. The little girl kept the house in order. The small house full of life is warm and unique, and she knows how to live at first sight.
"Sit and watch TV for a while, and I'll make you some tea."
"Let me cook for you. I was supposed to treat you to dinner, and I came to your house to bother you."
Yang Wanwan took off her mask and tied up her hair, "No, you are a guest, just cook a meal, I'll be there soon."
The busy figure in the kitchen is slender and straight, doing things quickly and with ease.
After watching, Mrs. Mu took a picture of her back and sent it to her family.
[Look at this girl, she can go up to the living room and down to the kitchen. 】
Mr. Mu quickly replied: [Looking at the back, he is a good boy. 】
It was a long time before Mu Xiuze saw the news. He casually glanced at the photo and sighed, 【Mom, why did you go to someone's house? 】
He didn't have the heart to cooperate with his old mother's blind date at all, he just pushed it if he could, but he didn't expect her to go directly to someone's house.
After waiting for a while, the old lady did not reply to his message.
His gaze swept over the figure again, he narrowed his eyes, opened them wide——
The back of this woman looks a bit like Yang Wanwan, with a sexy skirt and long legs that are straight and well-proportioned.
After watching for a while, he frowned and exited.
Actually looking at the back of other women in a daze.
No matter how she looks like Yang Wanwan, this gaffe makes him despise himself a bit.
"I just said why I look at you very kindly. It turns out that you are an actor. I have watched many TV series you filmed. The camera is really good-looking. The real person is more three-dimensional and beautiful than the camera."
Looking at a table of delicious food, Mrs. Mu's eyes were full of admiration and joy, "You are good-looking, you can act, make money, and cook. Now there are not many girls who are independent and versatile like you. Your parents How lucky."
People like to listen to compliments, the old lady is kind and a kind elder, Yang Wanwan smiled shyly, "It's nothing, many girls are familiar with these things, I can only cook a little home-cooked food. "
Vinegar potato shreds, mapo tofu, braised pork and pumpkin soup are indeed home-cooked dishes, but Mrs. Mu likes this warm home feeling.
"Culinary skills still require talent, and I have never cooked delicious food in my life." Jokingly, Mrs. Mu paused, "I wanted a daughter when I was young, but it's a pity that there is no fate. Auntie is really looking at you kind."
"It's not easy for a girl's family to make a living in a big city, right? She must have suffered a lot of grievances to achieve her current achievements."
Yang Wanwan paused, "It's nothing to suffer. I'm lucky, and my hard work can pay off. It's just that I feel lonely when I'm alone. Fortunately, I have friends by my side now."
Mrs. Mu nodded silently, thinking about it, how much difficulty and hard work a small body has to go through to make a way in the entertainment industry.
"It's always like this when you're young. People always have to endure loneliness for a while, and it's fine to get through it."
Since that night, Mrs. Mu has often come to play with Yang Wanwan. The two unexpectedly have similar personalities. The old lady also pays attention to many hot spots on the Internet and lives very young. Not only do the two communicate with each other, but there is no generation gap, and there is also a close relationship between the two of them. sense of sight.
On Saturday, Yang Wanwan went to an appointment with Luo Yan to listen to an opera in the theater.
The plaque of the opera garden is named Zhumeiyuan. It is a quaint mansion. Most of the people who come and go are elegant guests who love the essence of quaintness. The atmosphere in the garden is excellent.
Yang Wanwan and Luo Yan were sitting in a private room on the second floor, with a light veil, the view was excellent, and it was not easy for people downstairs to peep.
Eating the exquisite refreshments provided in the garden, Yang Wanwan listened to the troupe's perfect singing with great interest, "What is this play?"
"The Case of Guillotine Beauty." Luo Yan ate a mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and the delicate body of the cake melted in the mouth, so she ate a few extra pieces.
"You'll know it just after singing, did you just secretly watch the show?"
"The Bamboo Plum Garden is one of the best opera gardens in the imperial capital. It has its own rules. The daily performances are not announced, and no appointments are accepted. What you see depends on luck."
Yang Wanwan drank a cup of tea with a sideways glance, "You're an expert."
"I happened to hear this play when I was a child."
At that time, she was just recovering from a serious illness, and the troupe came to the town, and Aunt Lu was warm and at ease in the bluestone plaza.
I think childhood is very long, and growing up is far away, but I don't know that childhood is just a dream.
On the other side, Ji Qingbai looked at Lu An who was concentrating on listening to the play, and was a little puzzled, "Have you not slept recently?"
It's a little blue now.
Looking sideways at her, Lu An paused for a while, "Ah, I caught a cold when I slept last night, and I didn't sleep well."
"Cold?"
It's been dog days recently.
"The air conditioner was turned on low, and it blew all night."
Ji Qingbai paused, "Then, do you still have a cold?"
Lu An felt it, "Maybe a little bit."
"If we knew you were not feeling well, we wouldn't go to the theater. You can tell me. How about now, why don't you go back and rest?"
Looking at her delicate nose, Lu An felt an urge to pinch it, which turned into a weak cough, "It's just a play, not so weak."
Ji Qingbai wanted to say something, but was blocked by him, "Concentrate."
As soon as the play was over, Qing Bai didn't even eat his favorite refreshments, so Qing Bai directly pulled Lu An away.
Looking at the wrist being pulled by the catkin, Lu An had a smile in his eyes.
"where to?"
"Take you to the hospital."
He frowned, "I don't like the hospital, so I won't go."
Ji Qingbai was slightly taken aback.
The tone of his words was too capricious, like a child.
"Then go to a small clinic?"
"No need."
"You're just procrastinating like this?"
After thinking for a while, Lu An coughed again, "Just have some chicken soup or ginger soup, I'll go buy some later."
Ginger soup does work too.
Helping him into the car, Qing Bai started the car, "Go to my place, you can make it in a while if you have the ingredients, and the ones bought outside may not be genuine."
The man in the co-driver coughed again, "That's really troublesome for you."
The woman has slender and well-proportioned hand bones, she can manipulate the steering wheel with ease, she doesn't talk much, and she is extremely handsome.
Occasionally glancing at her delicate profile, Lu An curled his lips and raised his eyebrows to the sky.
The person I like is more handsome than myself.
When he was young, he was smart and handsome, but when he grew up, he was simple and straightforward, but he still looks handsome when doing things. This kind of contrast and cuteness really drove him to death.
Arriving downstairs at the apartment where he lived, the co-driver had already fallen asleep, the car stopped and Qingbai went around to his window to wake him up.
"Lu An, we're here."
The man slowly opened his eyes, his voice was magnetic and hoarse, "I accidentally fell asleep."
He got up and got out of the car, but he almost fell off with his foot, but fortunately, Qingbai reacted quickly and supported his waist.
"It's okay, why is it getting worse?"
"Ahem, it seems that the wind blows again when I fell asleep."
Looking at the wide open car window, Ji Qingbai secretly scolded himself for being careless, and actually let him blow the wind all the way back.
First, he quickly stewed ginger soup for Lu An, and after he drank it, Qing Bai went to stew the chicken again.
"Just drink ginger soup, no need to go through a lot of trouble."
Ji Qingbai: "I originally planned to stew this chicken today, and we will have dinner together later."
After entering her small house, Mrs. Mu looked left and right. The little girl kept the house in order. The small house full of life is warm and unique, and she knows how to live at first sight.
"Sit and watch TV for a while, and I'll make you some tea."
"Let me cook for you. I was supposed to treat you to dinner, and I came to your house to bother you."
Yang Wanwan took off her mask and tied up her hair, "No, you are a guest, just cook a meal, I'll be there soon."
The busy figure in the kitchen is slender and straight, doing things quickly and with ease.
After watching, Mrs. Mu took a picture of her back and sent it to her family.
[Look at this girl, she can go up to the living room and down to the kitchen. 】
Mr. Mu quickly replied: [Looking at the back, he is a good boy. 】
It was a long time before Mu Xiuze saw the news. He casually glanced at the photo and sighed, 【Mom, why did you go to someone's house? 】
He didn't have the heart to cooperate with his old mother's blind date at all, he just pushed it if he could, but he didn't expect her to go directly to someone's house.
After waiting for a while, the old lady did not reply to his message.
His gaze swept over the figure again, he narrowed his eyes, opened them wide——
The back of this woman looks a bit like Yang Wanwan, with a sexy skirt and long legs that are straight and well-proportioned.
After watching for a while, he frowned and exited.
Actually looking at the back of other women in a daze.
No matter how she looks like Yang Wanwan, this gaffe makes him despise himself a bit.
"I just said why I look at you very kindly. It turns out that you are an actor. I have watched many TV series you filmed. The camera is really good-looking. The real person is more three-dimensional and beautiful than the camera."
Looking at a table of delicious food, Mrs. Mu's eyes were full of admiration and joy, "You are good-looking, you can act, make money, and cook. Now there are not many girls who are independent and versatile like you. Your parents How lucky."
People like to listen to compliments, the old lady is kind and a kind elder, Yang Wanwan smiled shyly, "It's nothing, many girls are familiar with these things, I can only cook a little home-cooked food. "
Vinegar potato shreds, mapo tofu, braised pork and pumpkin soup are indeed home-cooked dishes, but Mrs. Mu likes this warm home feeling.
"Culinary skills still require talent, and I have never cooked delicious food in my life." Jokingly, Mrs. Mu paused, "I wanted a daughter when I was young, but it's a pity that there is no fate. Auntie is really looking at you kind."
"It's not easy for a girl's family to make a living in a big city, right? She must have suffered a lot of grievances to achieve her current achievements."
Yang Wanwan paused, "It's nothing to suffer. I'm lucky, and my hard work can pay off. It's just that I feel lonely when I'm alone. Fortunately, I have friends by my side now."
Mrs. Mu nodded silently, thinking about it, how much difficulty and hard work a small body has to go through to make a way in the entertainment industry.
"It's always like this when you're young. People always have to endure loneliness for a while, and it's fine to get through it."
Since that night, Mrs. Mu has often come to play with Yang Wanwan. The two unexpectedly have similar personalities. The old lady also pays attention to many hot spots on the Internet and lives very young. Not only do the two communicate with each other, but there is no generation gap, and there is also a close relationship between the two of them. sense of sight.
On Saturday, Yang Wanwan went to an appointment with Luo Yan to listen to an opera in the theater.
The plaque of the opera garden is named Zhumeiyuan. It is a quaint mansion. Most of the people who come and go are elegant guests who love the essence of quaintness. The atmosphere in the garden is excellent.
Yang Wanwan and Luo Yan were sitting in a private room on the second floor, with a light veil, the view was excellent, and it was not easy for people downstairs to peep.
Eating the exquisite refreshments provided in the garden, Yang Wanwan listened to the troupe's perfect singing with great interest, "What is this play?"
"The Case of Guillotine Beauty." Luo Yan ate a mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and the delicate body of the cake melted in the mouth, so she ate a few extra pieces.
"You'll know it just after singing, did you just secretly watch the show?"
"The Bamboo Plum Garden is one of the best opera gardens in the imperial capital. It has its own rules. The daily performances are not announced, and no appointments are accepted. What you see depends on luck."
Yang Wanwan drank a cup of tea with a sideways glance, "You're an expert."
"I happened to hear this play when I was a child."
At that time, she was just recovering from a serious illness, and the troupe came to the town, and Aunt Lu was warm and at ease in the bluestone plaza.
I think childhood is very long, and growing up is far away, but I don't know that childhood is just a dream.
On the other side, Ji Qingbai looked at Lu An who was concentrating on listening to the play, and was a little puzzled, "Have you not slept recently?"
It's a little blue now.
Looking sideways at her, Lu An paused for a while, "Ah, I caught a cold when I slept last night, and I didn't sleep well."
"Cold?"
It's been dog days recently.
"The air conditioner was turned on low, and it blew all night."
Ji Qingbai paused, "Then, do you still have a cold?"
Lu An felt it, "Maybe a little bit."
"If we knew you were not feeling well, we wouldn't go to the theater. You can tell me. How about now, why don't you go back and rest?"
Looking at her delicate nose, Lu An felt an urge to pinch it, which turned into a weak cough, "It's just a play, not so weak."
Ji Qingbai wanted to say something, but was blocked by him, "Concentrate."
As soon as the play was over, Qing Bai didn't even eat his favorite refreshments, so Qing Bai directly pulled Lu An away.
Looking at the wrist being pulled by the catkin, Lu An had a smile in his eyes.
"where to?"
"Take you to the hospital."
He frowned, "I don't like the hospital, so I won't go."
Ji Qingbai was slightly taken aback.
The tone of his words was too capricious, like a child.
"Then go to a small clinic?"
"No need."
"You're just procrastinating like this?"
After thinking for a while, Lu An coughed again, "Just have some chicken soup or ginger soup, I'll go buy some later."
Ginger soup does work too.
Helping him into the car, Qing Bai started the car, "Go to my place, you can make it in a while if you have the ingredients, and the ones bought outside may not be genuine."
The man in the co-driver coughed again, "That's really troublesome for you."
The woman has slender and well-proportioned hand bones, she can manipulate the steering wheel with ease, she doesn't talk much, and she is extremely handsome.
Occasionally glancing at her delicate profile, Lu An curled his lips and raised his eyebrows to the sky.
The person I like is more handsome than myself.
When he was young, he was smart and handsome, but when he grew up, he was simple and straightforward, but he still looks handsome when doing things. This kind of contrast and cuteness really drove him to death.
Arriving downstairs at the apartment where he lived, the co-driver had already fallen asleep, the car stopped and Qingbai went around to his window to wake him up.
"Lu An, we're here."
The man slowly opened his eyes, his voice was magnetic and hoarse, "I accidentally fell asleep."
He got up and got out of the car, but he almost fell off with his foot, but fortunately, Qingbai reacted quickly and supported his waist.
"It's okay, why is it getting worse?"
"Ahem, it seems that the wind blows again when I fell asleep."
Looking at the wide open car window, Ji Qingbai secretly scolded himself for being careless, and actually let him blow the wind all the way back.
First, he quickly stewed ginger soup for Lu An, and after he drank it, Qing Bai went to stew the chicken again.
"Just drink ginger soup, no need to go through a lot of trouble."
Ji Qingbai: "I originally planned to stew this chicken today, and we will have dinner together later."
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