The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Others don't know, but they know it all too well.

Waking up every morning, the father and son can fight for [-] rounds.

The point of conflict is probably...

The little one couldn't sleep well at night and refused to get up in the morning.

And Mr. Mo's request... is to get up on time and at the same time, no matter what time you go to bed.

Just as he was talking, three figures appeared on the stairs.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the three of them were all wearing white clothes. When they walked all the way from there, the two of them were holding the little guy beside them, and they were extraordinarily warm.

Feng Tianyou remained silent for a moment.

It wasn't until the three of them walked in that they said coldly, "Do you have to be urged three times and invited four times before you are willing to come down?"

The servant pulled out a chair for them to sit down.

Mo Junzhe's eyes narrowed slightly, and he spat out a few clean words from his thin lips, "The time is just right."

"what?"

The sound of "dong dong dong" happened to come from the living room.

The big wall clock struck exactly eight times.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Feng Tianyou held back his anger, but he couldn't find a reason to let it out.

"let's start!"

Breakfast is Western food.

Most of the refreshments are small portions, and it takes a lot of time just to put them out.

Xiao Bao stroked his empty stomach and looked at it pitifully.

I was really anxious, so I leaned on the back of the chair directly...

"Cough!" Elder Mo coughed directly across from him.

The little guy raised his head in a daze, "Grandpa, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

He was so hungry that he collapsed on the chair...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Grandpa, do you have a cold? If you have a cold, ask the doctor yesterday to prescribe some medicine."

Mr. Mo, "..."

"Sit up straight." He simply said directly, "Our family didn't use Western cuisine much before, so we didn't understand these rules. Now it's too late to learn, sit up straight."

Xiao Bao blinked his eyes in a daze.

After thinking about it, he still decided to be obedient, so he obediently sat up straight.

Two legs... and still dangling underneath.

"Don't move around, sit down." The person who said this was Feng Zhiliang, and he finally couldn't stand it anymore, and stared at Mo Xiaobao coldly.

Beside him, Miss Feng is very well-behaved, sitting upright.

"How old are you, there are no rules at all! Didn't your parents teach you dining etiquette?"

etiquette?

Xiaobao grabbed his hands and sat down like Miss Feng.

He knew that he couldn't embarrass his father and Ranran on this occasion.

Bai Xiran took a deep breath, endured it, and gave the little guy a soothing look, "I will teach him well when I get back."

"It's more or less the same." Feng Zhiliang complained in a low voice, "What kind of identity and status is the Mohist family? Ashamed?"

Bai Xiran nodded obediently, looking very teachable.

After all the dishes were served, Feng Tianyou finally nodded, and the meal was officially opened.

There are many dishes.

The breakfast is already more gorgeous than the usual dinner.

A small portion of noodles was placed in front of several people.

Xiao Bao picked it up and put it in his mouth slowly...

With a "click", the fork still couldn't hold it firmly, and the noodles fell directly back to the plate.

He was a little depressed.

Then he stuck out his head and lowered his head to eat...

"Cough cough!"

Xiaobao, "??"

With the noodles still in his mouth, he could only stare at his big black and white eyes, his face full of strangeness.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The little guy swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and looked at old man Mo with puffed cheeks.

"grandfather……"

What's the matter? ?