my fox girl

Chapter 107 Is She Not Gentle To You?
Lin Yi came out of the study in a hurry, left Comrade Lin who was gnashing his teeth in anger, and ran to the living room.

As soon as I went out, I saw my mother and Xiaobai standing in front of the dining table, both wearing aprons, and there were cutting boards in front of them, kneading dough there.

Lin Yi walked over to the pestle, looked at this and that, and said, "Mom, shall we have dumplings tonight?"

"Ah."

"It would be nice to buy dumpling wrappers directly for eating dumplings, and you don't think it's troublesome."

"Just wait and eat, there's so much nonsense."

Yu Shuhui cursed a few words, then looked at Xiaobai, her expression instantly became amiable: "Girl, look, like me, knead the noodles into strips, then sprinkle some flour, and break them into small pieces with your hands."

"Auntie, is that so?" Xiaobai followed suit, kneading the dough into strips, sprinkled with flour, and broke them apart one by one.

"Yes, that's it, and then roll it into dough with a rolling pin."

Seeing two people holding rolling pins and starting to roll the noodles, and his own mother was still a daughter, Lin Yichu felt like an outsider in the same place, and leaned in front of the girl, sniffing her body fragrance, looking like a thief Said: "Xiaobai, you follow my mother to learn a lot, and we will make dumplings at home someday."

"Yeah." Xiaobai nodded while rolling out the noodles.

"Okay, student Xiaobai, you study hard, I am very optimistic about you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yi turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Yu Shuhui: "Why are you going?"

Lin Yi turned his head and asked back: "You are rolling dumpling wrappers here, but I don't know how to do it. What are you mixing here?"

"Chop stuffing and go."

"I do not know."

"Chop a dumpling stuffing, don't you know?"

"Well, no."

"You say you won't."

"I don't, uh, I do."

Lin Yi looked at the rolling pin in his own mother's hand, and still chose Congxin.

in the living room.

There was another chopping board on the dining table, and at the same time, there was another person chopping stuffing. Lin Yi was chopping dumpling stuffing with a kitchen knife, his hands were a little sore, and his arms were a little numb, but he didn't dare to say anything.

The remaining two were rolling out the dumpling wrappers and chatting.

Lin Yi sneaked a look at this, and then glanced at that, he was very puzzled, what were they talking about in the afternoon, it only took half a day, and they were like mothers and daughters.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out, and continued to chop the dumpling stuffing with my head down.

"What is your dad doing in the study, why hasn't he come out for a long time?"

"I don't know." Lin Yi shook his head, thought for a while and asked, "Mom, what was it like when you were in love with my dad?"

Yu Shuhui was startled, and looked at him with the same vigilance: "Why are you asking about this?"

"I was just asking, my dad said"

"What did your father say?" Yu Shuhui's hand paused, feeling an ominous premonition inexplicably.

"Actually, it's nothing." Lin Yi shrank his neck and said in a low voice: "When he said he was in love with you, every time he held your hand, you would blush shyly and bump into the deer."

"Listen to him farting!"

Yu Shuhui looked at the closed door of the study, and gritted her teeth. This old thing said everything, but she didn't clean up.

Lin Yi also looked in the direction of the study, secretly amused in his heart, last time he hung himself up and hammered him, this matter must be revenged, no, I finally seized the opportunity, I have to add another fire.

Thinking of this, he glanced at his own mother, and saw that her mouth was tightly pursed, and she couldn't tell what she was thinking, so he continued to make up the knife: "Mom, my father is still talking about it."

"What else?"

Lin Yi thought for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Mom, you used to be a member of the art troupe in the factory, and you often went to various units to perform. You have also been to my dad's unit, right?"

"Ah."

Yu Shuhui responded softly, and the ominous premonition in her heart became stronger and stronger.

"My dad said, you guys met because of this. At that time, he was sitting in the first row, closest to the stage. You jumped up and down on the stage, and you immediately fell in love with him as a handsome guy..."

Speaking of this, Lin Yi paused for a moment, looked at his own mother, and saw that she didn't respond, so he dared to continue: "When you two first met, you went to my dad's unit to find him if you were free, and returned it to him. He brought food and wanted to use your cooking skills to pursue him, anyway, he was very enthusiastic, and he didn't like you at first."

"Boom!" Yu Shuhui's rolling pin was a little unsteady and knocked on the chopping board.

Lin Yi shrank his neck in fright, looked at Xiaobai beside him, thought for a while and said: "Mom, it's a little inconvenient today, yes, or I can talk to you another day."

Yu Shuhui continued to roll the dumpling wrappers as if nothing had happened, and said flatly: "It's okay, let's talk about it today, just talk about it here."

"Oh, okay."

Lin Yi smacked his lips, looked at Xiaobai who was listening with pricked ears, hesitated, and continued: "My dad said that he originally looked down on you, but he couldn't stand your enthusiasm, and The dishes you cook are indeed delicious, and he finally reluctantly agreed to your pursuit, and then married you, but he didn't expect that you were very gentle when you fell in love, and you revealed your true nature as soon as you got married, like a "

Yu Shuhui was expressionless: "Like what?"

Lin Yi closed his eyes and shook his head, "Tigress."

Hearing this, Yu Shuhui was silent for a moment, she couldn't believe that these words came from her husband's mouth, she squinted her eyes and asked, "Your dad really told you that?"

Facing his mother's murderous gaze, Lin Yi poked his neck, hesitated for a moment, and nodded vigorously: "Well, it's absolutely true."

Yu Shuhui didn't speak any more, she rolled the dumpling wrapper silently, just glanced in the direction of the study from time to time, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing that his own mother had entered the runaway mode, Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Comrade Lao Lin, a person floating in the rivers and lakes, it is inevitable that he will be stabbed.

I didn't want to talk to my mother about the things you talked to me when I was drunk last year, but who told you to hang me up and hammer me last time.

After finally finding an opportunity, my son will definitely come back with revenge. You old man, please ask for blessings.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi turned his head to look at Xiao Bai who was beside him, and leaned his head towards her and whispered in her ear: "Let's evacuate quickly after dinner at night, so as not to hurt Chi Yu."

Xiaobai gave him a weird look, and also whispered: "Are you trying to sow discord just now?"

"It's okay, don't use idioms indiscriminately. This is not called sowing discord. I just relayed what my father said to my mother."

"I think you made these up, uncle probably wouldn't say that." Speaking of this, Xiaobai looked at Yu Shuhui, who was expressionless, and commented in a low voice: "Auntie is obviously a very gentle person. "

Lin Yi pouted: "She's just very gentle with you."

"Auntie is not gentle with you?"

"Well, not gentle."

"I do not believe."

Lin Yi sighed, and didn't bother to explain to her, this girl was still too innocent, and she didn't know what ecstasy soup her own mother had poured into her, so she didn't even believe her own truth.

What gentle mother would put medicine in her son's soup?
in the study.

Lin Yuguo's face was dark, and he didn't know what he was about to face, so he just kept writing on the paper.

The same sentence was densely written on the paper: leave a half sentence when you say it, think twice when you do it.

If it hadn't been for a slip of the tongue, he wouldn't have lost face in front of his son.

It's a shame.

After all, he considers himself a man of culture.

(End of this chapter)