After Grandpa Mo Yi explained the matter briefly, he brought the time of the two of them back to reality, and then moved them to the corner at the door of Mr. Di Shizi's house according to their positions.

"Turn this corner and you're there."

"This is amazing——"

After listening to Grandpa Mo Yi's words, Mr. Pou Shizi took a step forward, and instantly appeared at the corner at the door of the house. Looking back, it was no longer the previous scene, but the usual street corner.

Looking back at Mo Yi, he asked excitedly:

"How long will it take me to learn before I can do this."

After learning this, going to school will be much more convenient.

"If you learn step by step, it will take about a hundred years—"

Grandpa Mo Yi looked at Teacher Di Shizi, thought carefully about the calculation factors in all aspects, and replied:

"If you specialize in space-time magic, you should study hard for ten years."

Teacher Dirty Shizi: "(⊙o⊙)..."

At that time, what else did I study?I don't know how many years it has been since I graduated.

"We still need to study it. It is more practical for you to pick me up to school at what time every day."

"puff--"

Grandpa Mo Yi couldn't help but burst out laughing at Mr. Poor Shizi's unexpected humorous approach.

"What's so funny?"

Mr. Pou Shizi walked a few steps faster, holding the doorknob with his right hand, and when he was about to be happy, he suddenly remembered a very important thing. He turned around and gave Grandpa Mo Yi a sweet smile, saying:

"I'm going to visit your house tomorrow too."

Grandpa Mo Yi: "..."

Poor Shizi teacher, why don't you follow the routine, are you really good?

With the other party's sweet smile, Grandpa Mo Yi thought the other party's next sentence should be:

Thank you, I am very happy today; or, this is the first time between us to go shopping; or, don't hurry up and catch up.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually remembered that he had invited Teresa and the others to play at his home in the supermarket.

"of course--"

Grandpa Mo Yi smiled as a matter of course:

"I thought that if I didn't mention this matter, Shi Yu should be able to figure it out."

What this means is that the other party is an insider and not an outsider, so naturally there is no need for a special reminder.

"Then let's count it as my fault, classmate Mo Yi."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Di Shizi opened the door and walked in.

Mo Yi smiled and hurriedly followed.

"We're back, Mom."

"Well--"

After walking into the house of Teacher Di Shizi, Xuemiao and the others were still the same as before, where everyone chatted and drank tea.

Xia's mother stood up after seeing Mr. Wu Shizi coming back from shopping, ready to go to the kitchen to cook.

"Let's have some tea, and I'll cook."

Looking at Father Xia, who was carrying the vegetable bag and consciously followed Xia's mother to take the things to the kitchen, he was very unhappy now. To be precise, after Grandpa Mo Yi and Teacher Di Shizi went out, he began to feel uncomfortable Happy, and the degree of this unhappiness increases exponentially with the passage of time.

Looking at Grandpa Mo Yi who came back with his own daughter, I don't know how many sweet words he said to his daughter, and even came to Mo Yi once or twice.

As soon as he changed his mind, he said to his bored son Kasumigaoka Shiro who was sitting next to him:

"Your mother is begging to cook, Shiro, you are a boy, do you have the nerve to sit here and watch the elders work alone?"

Kasumigaoka Shiro: "..."

Dad, you're embarrassing me, aren't you?

Isn't mom always cooking alone at home?

Usually my sister wants to help, but she tells you no, oil fume is not good for girls' skin, as for myself, I learned from my father, you must know that you are a master of the kitchen who can burn an fried egg, genetic I have learned your cooking skills, are you really embarrassed to call me to help in the kitchen?

Are you going to find a reason, Dad, to change to a new house?

Although Xia's father said it to Xia Zhiqiu Shiro, Grandpa Mo Yi naturally knew that the other party was "Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was aimed at Pei Gong" and satirized himself, the third man present.

"Auntie, how about I help?"

"I usually like to cook at home."

When Father Xia heard that Mo Yi had suddenly realized it, he was curious and tried to dissuade him:

"Student Mo Yi, if you can't do it, don't force yourself—"

Xia's father wanted to say something, but Xia's mother who knew that Xia's father was still eating wrong interrupted directly:

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