As soon as I turned my head, a pair of dark eyes came into my eyes.

An with Mo discontented stare to suddenly appear of person, "palace big young master, you finally willing to go downstairs?"

Gong MINGYE took the suitcase, put it back to one side, and then stroked her face, "sorry, I didn't tell you, just let your mother come back."

"There's nothing to apologize for. I've been trying to get Mom back, but I can't find a reason. "

An Yimo knows why he let his mother come back.

Only when mom comes back can she try to change her attitude towards the LAN family.

Even if it still doesn't work, at least she can have a quiet time with her mother.

She asked in a low voice, "did you let mom notice when you asked her to come back?"

"No, I just told her that you miss her." Gong Ming said in the night, "it's up to you to decide whether or not to tell Aunt Shan about the LAN family, or when. I'm not good at asserting."

An Yimo thought about it and said, "I'd better maintain the status quo for the time being. I want to get along with my mother for a few days as before."

"Good." Gong Ming night should say, "when do you want aunt Shan to know, tell me, I can tell her."

An Yimo gently hugged him and rubbed against his chest. "It's nice to have you."

It was her business. She should have said it, but because she was hard to tell her mother, he took the initiative.

It's a great feeling to be loved.

"It's nice to have you." Gong MINGYE touched her hair and repeated her words.

His heart is the same as hers.

Soon, the three bought the ingredients and came back with big and small bags.

Shan Xinlan goes to the kitchen to deal with the ingredients.

Nan Shengxi and Gong Xinyue are still sitting in their old position, holding the pillow firmly behind them. They think that Gong MINGYE has not found out yet, and they are very complacent.

After a while, a strong fragrance came from the kitchen.

Nan Shengxi sighed, "xiao'an, your mother's cooking skill is really speechless. We don't have any cooks in the South who can match it."

Gong Xinyue also echoed, "it's true that when I was a child, my favorite food was aunt Shan's cooking. Unfortunately, when we went abroad, aunt Shan refused to go with us, and she no longer worked as a cook. Otherwise, she might be able to make a name in the culinary industry."

"An Yimo was silent.

After all, my mother didn't go to m country because of her. No longer cook, or because of her.

At the beginning, when she was in the palace, her parents saw that she was young, and they could let her play here with her mother. But if you go to other places to continue to be a cook, no one will want my mother to take a tow bottle to work. As a cook, I don't have enough time. My mother can't take care of her when she was a child.

She owes mom... Too much.

In my ear, I heard Nan Shengxi ask curiously, "xiao'an, you said Aunt Shan's cooking skill is so good, why didn't you inherit it? If you say you're not good at cooking, I doubt if you're born to Aunt Shan! "

Wen Yan, an Yimo silently lowered his head.

Gong MINGYE turns his head and looks at the direction of the kitchen, then kicks Nan Shengxi and says in a cold voice, "shut up!"

Nan Shengxi closed his mouth and did not dare to say any more.

He didn't say anything. It looks like night is going to kill him.

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