A good wife and a good mother

Chapter 51
"Father, when will mother come back?"

"Uh..." Mo Wufeng was in trouble, and he didn't know. If she said she would come back tonight, but she didn't come back, would Xiaoyu think he was lying to him?
"father?"

"Tonight, definitely come back tonight!" Mo Wufeng didn't want Mo Xiaoyu to be disappointed, so he gritted his teeth and said it.

"Mom, come back, I'll sleep with mother!"

"Well, you can sleep with her when she comes back." Mo Wufeng answered bravely.

"Where's dad? Do you want to sleep with mother?"

"..." Mo Wufeng's scalp tingled for a while, did the child have too many problems today, so he quickly changed the subject, "Xiao Yu, my brother is still waiting for you, hurry up and play with him, dad still has to make breakfast! "

"Oh!" Xiaoyu naturally couldn't hear the embarrassment and panic in Mo Wufeng's tone, and when she heard "breakfast", she began to mutter again: "When will mother come back? The food cooked by mother is delicious! When mother comes back, I will sleep with mother... "

Mo Wufeng was about to collapse, now that Mo Xiaoyu mentioned "mother", his heart would tighten up, thinking of his gaffe last night, he was a little angry at his uselessness.Obviously she just took off her clothes and took a shower, and she didn't do anything to him, but he still subconsciously felt scared.However, when she helped him up, the faint scent of her body made him feel very at ease.

Inexplicably, Mo Wufeng's undressed appearance flashed through Mo Wufeng's mind again, and his face turned red, so that when Mo Wuyun saw him, he couldn't help asking: "Wufeng, what happened?" , why is your face so red?"

At this moment, Mo Wufeng was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Mo Xiaoyu sat on the small bench in front of the door, propped up her chin with her small hands, and had a thoughtful expression on her face.Mo Xiaoyi was squatting beside Mo Xiaoyu, playing with Maru Niu's big ears, and wanted to play with Mo Xiaoyu from time to time, but Mo Xiaoyu was thinking about something and didn't pay much attention to him.

Mo Wuyun passed by Mo Xiaoyu, and Mo Xiaoyu asked, "Daddy, when will mother come back?"

Mo Wuyun was stunned: "Tonight."

When Mo Wuqing came out of the house, Mo Xiaoyu asked again: "Third father, when will mother come back?"

Mo Wuqing was also startled: "Tonight." Who knows when that woman will come back?I clearly said that I would come back every day, but I didn't come back two days ago, and I didn't say clearly when I left today that I would come back. I really don't want to take this family as my family!
Mo Xiaoyu saw Xu Shaolin again, and asked again: "Master (grandfather), when will mother come back?"

"Tonight." Xu Shaolin had already heard Mo Xiaoyu ask Mo Wuyun and the others the same question, and now he heard Mo Xiaoyu ask him again. He was a little puzzled and murmured to himself, "What's wrong with this kid today? Why do you keep asking?" Same question?"

Maruniu shook off Mo Xiaoyi's little hand playing with his big ear, and listened to Xu Shaolin's muttering, and the ghost snorted a few times: What else can it be?I want my mother to go crazy!

Mo Dai and Xiao Xiao returned to Fumantang, and before entering the lobby, they saw Shi Lan lying on the railing on the second floor and shouting at her: "Mo Daxi, you are finally back!" Shi Lan smiled like a flower, as if Very innocent child.

"Ms. Shi is well!" Mo Dai bowed to Shi Lan, Xiao Xiao didn't make a sound, and also bowed to Shi Lan.

Seeing that Modai was very polite and alienated to her, Shi Lan curled the corners of his lips almost indistinctly, and stepped down the stairs in the next second, holding her arm affectionately like a friend for many years : "Daxi, you don't know, because you weren't there in the second half of the day, the guests listening to books in the building almost broke out. Later, the old storyteller came on stage to tell the story. Unexpectedly, she didn't start speaking for long. The guests all shook their sleeves and left their seats, the old gentleman was so angry that..."

"Ahem!" Fang Ling, who walked into the lobby from the backyard, suddenly coughed twice to interrupt Shi Lan's words.

"The shopkeeper!" Mo Dai and Xiao Xiao bowed to her when they saw her.

"Well. Now that you're here, hurry up and get ready to work. What are you doing in this lobby?" Fang Ling has been staying in Fumantang for the past few days, and all the workers are tense, but if she finds that she is lazy If there are any signs, they will definitely be scolded, and the monthly payment will be deducted after it is over.

Mo Dai and Xiao Xiao were about to leave, but Fang Ling said again: "Mo Daxi, come with me!"

Xiao Xiao and Modai looked at each other, silently made a "I'll leave first" look, then slipped to his own residence in the backyard.

"The shopkeeper..." Mo Dai was about to ask Fang Ling why she was looking for her, when Shi Lan took her arm again.

"Aunt Ling, if you have something to say, go to the box on the second floor!" Without caring whether Fang Ling agreed or not, she dragged Modai up the stairs on the second floor.Fang Ling twitched the corners of his mouth, and followed him up to the second floor.

In the backyard, Xiao Xiao was about to go upstairs to work with his little mistress's special rag on his right shoulder, but he saw an old storyteller coming out of a certain room with a burden on his shoulder and a gloomy expression on his face .

Xiao Xiao remembered what Shi Lan said just now, and guessed that the old storyteller might have suffered a big blow yesterday, so he must leave now!

Xiao Xiao always had some respect for the storyteller, now when he saw her, he greeted her with a smile: "Mr. Shang!"

The name of this old storyteller is Shang Yihong. He is in his fifties. He used to be a wandering storyteller. His hometown is Guqu County. He came to Liugang Town, Laiyang County a year ago. Fang Ling appreciated his storytelling, so Stay in Fumantang for a long time to tell stories.

Shang Yihong glanced at Xiao Xiao, knowing that she respected her very much on weekdays, but when she thought of her friendship with Mo Daxi who not only robbed her of her job, but also made her unable to step down, she lost her temper with her.

Seeing Shang Yihong ignoring him deliberately, Xiao Xiao scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, and went to work upstairs.

In the private room on the second floor, what Fang Ling and Mo Dai said was that from now on, Mo Dai would tell stories in Fumantang. There would be two sessions a day, five hundred characters per session. The amount is determined by how much the guest tipped on that day.As for the previous knife show, it can be used as a repertoire of Fumantang, and it can be used for performances when the venue needs to be heated up.

Modai asked: "If I am in charge of storytelling, how should the old storyteller arrange it?"

"Of course I asked her to leave!" Shi Lan replied as a matter of course.

"Hey, what Lan'er said is true! If you come to read books, the guests will not listen to the books that the old man said. After all, the books that the old man said are already boring. The reason why the guests come to listen to them every day is because there is nothing else. Things can be used for entertainment, and now the book you are talking about is novel and funny, and it has already whetted the appetite of the guests, and if you leave the old gentleman here to tell the book, you will only be left alone." Seeing Modai's guilty face, Fang Ling revealed what he said. With sarcasm and ruthlessness, "Mo Daxi, when you took the initiative to try storytelling, you should be able to think of today's results. This world is a world where the weak prey on the strong. Are you not too hypocritical to feel guilty for stealing other people's jobs?"

(End of this chapter)