President's Private Pampering: Sweet arrival

"Yes, I remember when Su Yimo brought you to my house to play. When you were young, you were very cute and your mouth was very sweet. Everyone liked you very much... At that time, adults were chatting and we played games in the yard..." those memories were clearly printed in his mind as if they were yesterday. Her fuzzy face in the original memory has become very clear now.

"Really? I didn't even remember... "Su Yimo was a little annoyed. Looking at his memory, she thought she should be very happy at that time.

"It doesn't matter. I just remember." He couldn't help stroking her hair. When he reflected what he had done, both of them were slightly embarrassed.

Su Yimo thought that she had forgotten her childhood memory, but Yi zege still remembered that for him, he was a playmate of his childhood, so he would inadvertently get close to her. Thinking like this, I don't mind what he just did.

"Brother Yize, let's go shopping. Mom and godmother are waiting for us at home!"

"OK." Yi Ze, who didn't know how to explain, heard Su Yimo's words and went down the steps.

When they went home after buying vegetables, Su yunshang and Su Yimo were busy cooking in the kitchen. Lu Zichu and Yi Ze sat in the living room watching TV.

How can they watch TV now?

Lu Zichu looked at her son thoughtfully, and some guessed that she also wanted to deny it, but at this time, she was more sure when she looked at the hidden happiness on her son's face.

It is undeniable that even though Xinyue grew up looking at herself and is still her apprentice, her heart is still biased towards foam.

If her son is not engaged to Xinyue and Momo is not in love with Shaoqian, she must agree with her son to chase Momo.

But now the rice is cooked. Many things are impossible to start over.

It was already 1 p.m. when they cooked the meal.

The four people sat at the dinner table and looked like a family.

As like as two peas of fish, Lu Zichu put a small piece of fish in his mouth, and said with emotion, "this smell is just the same as it used to be. I didn't expect that after so many years, I could taste your craft."

"Eh, did my mother cook so well when she was reading?" Every daughter is full of curiosity about her mother, and Su Yimo is no exception.

"Yes, your mother's cooking is the best. She never forgets it once." Lu Zichu took a small cage bag and bit, "even this small cage bag is the original taste. I don't remember how many years I haven't eaten this. Once I eat this small cage bag, I will think of what happened when we were reading."

"The small steamed buns made by my mother are unique in the world. Even I can't make the same taste as my mother." Su Yimo also took a small cage bag from the plate and put it into his mouth. The soup overflowed.

"You child, be careful of scalding." Su Yunchang shook his head and said reproachfully.

"It's not hot at all. It's so cold now. It'll be cold if you put it outside for a while." Su Yimo said to his mother while chewing.

"It turns out that Mo Mo can also cook. There are really few girls of Mo Mo's age who can cook." Lu Zichu's words were inevitably mixed with some heartache. I should have lived like a daughter, but I had to learn how to wash and cook since childhood.