She is sweet and soft in the cannon fodder of the book, the educated youth is really fragrant

Chapter 74
In order to get to the compound as soon as possible, Uncle Sun didn't have time to respond to them, which made Miss Wen feel uneasy along the way.

Once in the courtyard.

Three or four people gathered at the door.

Seeing them was like seeing a savior, and they rushed to invite them inside.

Mr. Huo lived in a small two-story courtyard, which was not as big as Huo Er and his family of three. The courtyard he brought had no flowers or anything, but vegetables were grown.

Wen Xiaomei just took a glance and was pushed into the door.

Before they walked in, they heard the sound of chopsticks being dropped on the table, and Mr. Huo's voice playing a child's temper: "Don't eat!"

"Grandpa, you are just eating a little, because I have worked so hard..." There was a humble pleading voice.

Wen Xiaomei blinked at Huo Mao.

Why is this different from what they thought?

Huo Mao also didn't react.

The people behind urged: "Go quickly, the old man is waiting for you."

They were in a hurry, and the two of them didn't want to dawdle too much. When they arrived at the dining room, they heard Mr. Huo's indifferent voice: "Who told you to waste food? Who will eat so much? Don't think I don't know that you are all telling me behind your back." The food made is difficult and unpalatable! You all find it unpalatable, so I will eat it?!"

The more the old man talked, the more angry he became.

Food is expensive, so he lost his temper and threw the table over.

It made Mr. Huo even more angry: "It took so long for that little grandson to pick up someone!"

The chef didn't dare to speak, he shrank his head and wanted to hide himself.

He didn't speak, Mr. Huo was a little dissatisfied, and scolded: "Didn't you hear me talking to you again? Don't you know give me a response? "

"grandfather."

"grandfather."

Huo Mao and Wen Xiaomei shouted back and forth.

The chef watched Mr. Huo's complexion gradually turn rosy, suspicious and surprised at the same time.

I heard Mr. Huo say kindly: "Sit down when you come, and have a meal with me."

Huo Mao's face froze: "Grandpa, I just ate."

Mr. Huo doesn't have to ask him, but he won't be too happy about it: "Let you come here to dawdle, what time is it now? Just eat? After dinner, it's supper!"

Seeing this, Miss Wen felt that Mr. Huo still had two faces, so she quickly summoned the system: [Ah Tong!Is this old man possessed? 】

The system said it was speechless but still replied: [Atheist. 】

Wen Xiaomei: [As long as this old man doesn't mention the fake partner, I will believe it. 】

System: […] Who cares about you!
"Yes." Huo Mao replied, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Miss Wen followed closely behind.

The chef immediately set the tableware for them, and whispered: "The old man didn't eat lunch, so it's up to you."

Having said this, little sister Wen felt much more at ease.

Mr. Huo took a cautious look, saw the chef come back to him, and whispered, "Is it the same?"

The chef thought it was funny, tried hard to press the corner of his mouth, and nodded vigorously.

Mr. Huo was satisfied now, and it was not easy to urge little sister Wen to eat, so he could only look at Huo Mao next to him and ask, "Huo Mao, what are you going to do in the future? I heard that you have started some small businesses in Baigang, running errands for others? Yes How much money do you make?"

"I have made some money." Huo Mao replied.

As soon as their grandparents began to answer, Wen Xiaomei moved her chopsticks.

The rice was a bit soft and glutinous, and Miss Wen kept dropping it with her chopsticks, so she could only eat it with a spoon in the soup.

She has been filling out the test papers all afternoon, and she has consumed all her lunch.

It tastes delicious.

The chef stood aside, and when he saw what Wen Xiaomei was eating, he quickly put it in the old man's bowl.

Mr. Huo can eat it too.

Huo Mao was liberated, and he only put the rice in his mouth. He didn't know if it was because there were too many dishes, or the rice was made of vegetable soup, which smelled like green grass.

It is quite painful for meat eaters to eat.

He counted the rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

He turned his head and glanced at Miss Wen, thinking about eating so much that his head was almost buried in the rice.

Then look up at Mr. Huo.

Huo Mao's eyesight is not bad, and he can see some clues at a glance.

Mr. Huo sneaked a sneaky look at Miss Wen, then took a spoon and put it in his mouth.

Huo Mao looked at Xiaomei Wen for the first time, with the same food and posture.

He seems to have realized it.

So he's just a foil?
Thinking about it this way, Huo Mao didn't even count the rice grains, so he simply put down his chopsticks.

The chopsticks made a crisp sound when they hit the bowl, and Mr. Huo turned his head to look at it immediately, his cloudy eyes were sharp, and he was not angry: "Do you know how precious food is? Don't you know how to eat a full meal after you have been in the country for so long?" How difficult is the meal?"

Huo Mao: "..."

He was a little confused again.

Miss Wen gave Huo Mao a pitiful look.

Didn't know how fragrant coriander was!
This time, although she tasted a bit of medicine, it was more covered by the coriander.

Cilantro lovers find it delicious.

After thinking about it, Wen Xiaomei whispered to him, "If you don't like it, you can share some with me."

Under Mr. Huo's glaring gaze, Huo Mao brought a few untouched dishes to Miss Wen, and saw Mr. Huo heaving a sigh of relief.

Huo Mao wished he could push everything in front of him to Miss Wen. He counted the rice again and asked, "Does Grandpa know what Uncle does?"

"Your uncle works in transportation. If you have any ideas, go to him." Mr. Huo replied.

"I wonder how many children my aunt has?" Huo Mao continued to ask.

"Both sons and daughters." Mr. Huo felt that the eldest grandson was a bit annoying and delayed his meal.

He gave the chef a look.

The cook went out of the dining room and called the butler.

He was also an old man who had just retreated them in, with gray hair, and seemed to be about the same age as Mr. Huo.

Came over and sat next to Huo Mao, and said aloud: "If you want to know anything, you can ask me."

Huo Mao said in a low voice: "Is the old man working so hard to eat?"

His voice was very low, but he underestimated the old man's ear strength, and immediately said angrily: "Which eye of yours saw that I was struggling to eat? I am not eating right now! I eat more than you, take a look at your bowl of rice If you want to count until when, the third child will eat more than you!"

Wen Xiaomei moved her ears and hung them up high to watch the excitement.

Mr. Huo also felt a little regretful after he finished speaking. This kid doesn't know how much he hates that woman Liao Feiying.

The housekeeper said: "Young Master is injured, you need to eat more nutritious food, unlike you, old man."

After answering, he gave Mr. Huo a step down, and then told Huo Mao something about the Huo family.

Sometimes Miss Wen came over to listen.

White Harbor is much more open.

Almost absolute support for the self-employed.

Kyoto should be similar.

But it doesn't sound like it from what the housekeeper said.

She forgot to eat as she listened, so Mr. Huo cleared his throat. The butler looked up and understood what was going on. He looked at Miss Wen and asked, "I heard that Miss Wen has an older brother who was admitted to a university in Kyoto two years ago." ?”

"Yes, go to military academy." Wen Xiaomei straightened her waist.

(End of this chapter)