Mi Bao was three and a half years old, and was favored by the big bosses in the capital

Su Shan returned home in a daze, and when he asked, he learned the cause and effect, and his heart sank suddenly.

How did that Doctor Ye know the difference between Mibao?
He quickly turned back to the village chief's house, wanting to ask Ye Lao face to face what was going on, but regretted it halfway.

If you ask, wouldn't you admit that Mibao is indeed different?

After much deliberation, Auyama finally decided to wait until his parents and wife came back.

We need to discuss this matter together.

Finally in the evening, Liu Wanjun, Wu Yuniang's mother-in-law and Su Guang returned home one after another. They also learned that Dalang Liulang and Mibao had picked up a boy from the mountain, Xiaohuang went home, and Ye Lao unilaterally wanted to recognize him. Mi Bao does these three things as an apprentice.

Either way, it's surprising.

All eyes were on Liu Wanjun.

Wu Yuniang asked, "Mom?"

I really didn't expect it, but after going out for a day, I came back to find so many things happened at home. I didn't know how to digest it for a while, so Wu Yuniang subconsciously looked at Liu Wanjun.

Also looking at Liu Wanjun were Su Guang, Su Shan and Su Wenxiu.

Su Wenxiu, who was being watched, was staring in the direction of Westinghouse thoughtfully, and Shan Ye's face appeared in his mind, with a solemn expression.

The sky in winter always gets dark too quickly, the light from the oil lamp is not bright enough, and she can't see clearly, but the boy's eyebrows and eyes always remind her of another face.

It was a young face in the long memory, bright and beautiful, especially the pair of phoenix eyes were particularly attractive.

How could there be such similar eyebrows and eyes in this world?
The young man's eyebrows and eyes are in Liu Wanjun's heart, and he can't get rid of it.

"mother?"

Seeing that she was silent, Wu Yuniang called again.

Liu Wanjun came back to her senses and looked into those eyes, "What's the rush, let's have dinner first!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately got busy as if they had received an order.

Those who moved the tables and chairs moved the tables and chairs, those who took the bowls and chopsticks took the bowls and chopsticks, those who served the dishes served the dishes, and those who served the rice served the rice. After a while, everyone sat down around the table.

Shan Ye was also pulled out by Mi Bao, who was sitting between Shiro and Goro.

Nowadays, there are too many people in the family. Don’t look at the simple three dishes and one soup with rice on the table. There are few styles, but the quantity is huge.

Da Lang was in charge of this dinner. It was not a delicacy in the world, but compared with the noodles made by Su Wenxiu at noon, everyone was very satisfied.

It was Shan Ye, who couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart, this was really the best meal he had ever eaten!

With so many people eating at one table, even if they didn't talk much, it seemed very lively.

Everyone should be hungry, so they ate a little fast, and they finished eating soon.

After eating, Liu Wanjun received the gazes of Su Guang and the others, knowing that they couldn't wait any longer, so he asked Sanlang to stare at the others and go to the West Room to stay, while he himself called Su Guang, Su Shan, Wu Yuniang, Su Wenxiu and others. You Dalang went to the main house.

Staring?

San Lang accurately grasped the key words in Liu Wanjun's instructions, and understood that this meant not letting them eavesdrop.

Immediately, his face turned serious, and he directed everyone, "One by one, line up and go to the Westinghouse."

Erlang refused to accept: "I am the biggest brother, why should I listen to you!"

Saburo: "How about I call Grandma out?"

In a word, Erlang was successfully silenced.

Shiro stared at the closed door of the main house, but said: "Second brother, we haven't washed the dishes yet, I'll go wash them..."

"Enter Westinghouse." Saburo was unmoved.

Three shifts.