Alien Arms Dealer

In the past few days, the Mo family has been extremely lively.The servants are also busy, decorating with lanterns and festoons, just like rushing to celebrate the New Year.

People in Jinling City are very curious, what is the Mo family doing?Is it a wedding?I haven't heard of anyone in the Mo family who wants to get married?However, gossip people have been everywhere since ancient times.Someone learned from the servants of the Mo family that the Mo family was indeed planning to hold a wedding. As for the person to marry—it turned out to be the head of the Mo family!

Jinling City suddenly boiled.The patriarch of the Mo family is actually getting married?But why didn't they hear any news?Could it be that their news is too behind?I don't know which family's son or daughter Mo Zong mainly married?Even more explosive news came, saying that Sect Master Mo even had a son, and the purpose of this marriage was to give his son's mother a title!

Fuck!Sect Master Mo's speed is too fast!Even have a son!For a moment, the lady and Mr. Gong who admired Mo Ziqing in Jinling City were heartbroken and washed their faces with tears.

Xiao Cheng naturally didn't know what the people outside were thinking. He watched a large group of people come in and out, and put some brand new furniture in the new house. The housekeeper, Mo Fu, was wiping his sweat and yelling for the commander to come down. people act.

Holding his son, Xiao Cheng couldn't help but say, "Butler Mo, you don't need to be so troublesome, it's just a ceremony!" Mo Fu wiped his sweat and stuffed his handkerchief into his arms, "Ma'am, how can you say that? Marriage is the most important thing in life, how can it be perfunctory? Besides, our Mo family may not be underestimated when we get married. Madam, don't worry, we will never treat you badly. From now on, the Mo family will be you home, you are the master of my Mofu!"

Xiao Cheng looked at Mo Fu's fanatical expression, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"Papa... hungry..." Xiao Fan pulled Xiao Cheng's clothes, and said in a childish voice.

Xiao Cheng pinched his nose, "You just ate a bowl of egg custard half an hour ago..."

Xiao Fan bit his finger and stared at him with big black eyes blinking, his appearance made a group of people cute.

Mo Fu clutched his chest and said, "Young Master, wait a moment, this old slave will get you something to eat right away!"

"Stop!" Xiao Cheng stopped him coldly, "At his age, it's not good to eat too much, and there must be a pattern in eating, otherwise what will happen if he grows into a fat man in the future?"

"But, ma'am, that can't make the young master hungry..." Seeing Xiao Fan's soft and cute expression, Mo Fu's heart almost melted, how could he let him suffer a little bit of grievance?Children, of course, the fatter the better!

Xiao Cheng narrowed his eyes, "What? Don't you listen to me? Didn't you just say that I am another owner of this Mo family?

"

"No no, ma'am, don't be angry, the subordinate is confused! Ma'am is right!" Mo Fu could only say sorry to the little master from the bottom of his heart. Madam can't offend you, so he can only wrong you.

Xiao Fan whined a few times in dissatisfaction, grabbed Xiao Cheng's finger and stuffed it into his mouth.Xiao Cheng felt his fingers itch, so he opened his son's mouth and found that the little guy had teeth!

No wonder I kept clamoring for something to eat, probably because my teeth were itchy.

Xiao Cheng said to Mo Fu: "Butler Mo, go prepare some long biscuits!"

"Well, ma'am, please forgive me for asking too much, what are biscuits?"

"...Use flour, eggs, oil, sugar, and water, and knead it into a long stick shape, not too big or too long." Xiao Cheng stretched out his hand and gestured, "Well, knead it shorter than your fingers. Then just bake it!"

Mo Fu was confused, "Ma'am, this subordinate sounds like he's making big cakes!"

Xiao Cheng got up, "Forget it, I'll do it myself! Where is the kitchen?"

After Mo Ziqing returned from the four elders, he returned to the residence, but he could not find Xiao Cheng, so he hurriedly grabbed a busy servant and asked, "Where are the madam and the young master?"

"Go back to the suzerain, Madam went to the kitchen!"

"Ah?" Mo Ziqing suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. What was Xiao Cheng doing in the kitchen?

Curious, Mo Ziqing ran to the kitchen, but saw a group of people standing at the door of the kitchen. Mo Ziqing stepped forward, patted Mo Fu on the shoulder, and asked, "What are you doing here! Where's Madam?"

Mo Fu pointed to the figure standing in the kitchen, and whispered: "Madam is busy!"

At a glance, Mo Ziqing saw Xiao Cheng standing in the kitchen with his back to him, and his son Fanfan was sitting at his feet, not minding the cold on the ground, and was holding onto Xiao Cheng's trouser legs tightly.

Mo Ziqing smiled, walked into the kitchen, picked up his son from the ground, stood behind Xiao Cheng and watched him busy, "Ah Cheng, what are you doing?"

Xiao Cheng said without raising his head, "Make biscuits!"

"What are cookies?"

"You'll know when it's done!" After Xiao Cheng reconciled, he looked around and asked, "Where's the oven?"

"??? What's an oven?"

Xiao Cheng changed his words, "Where's the iron pot?"

Mo Ziqing hurriedly brought over the iron pan, Xiao Cheng squeezed the noodles into small strips, and baked them in the pan. Mo Ziqing smelled a scent, couldn't help swallowing, and sighed. Said: "Ah Cheng, you really can go up to the hall and down to the kitchen!"

"I can only make some simple things!" When I stayed abroad for a few years, did I have anyone to take care of me? something simple, he will still

of.

"Papa...hungry..." As if smelling the fragrance, Xiao Fan tugged on Xiao Cheng's clothes, drooling from the corner of his mouth

Come down.

Xiao Cheng put the prepared finger biscuits on a plate and handed them to his son after cooling down. Xiao Fan held the biscuits in his small hands and stuffed them into his mouth, making cracking noises as his deciduous teeth rubbed the biscuits.

Seeing his son eating with gusto, Mo Ziqing stretched his paws into the plate next to him, but Xiao Cheng knocked it off mercilessly, "Sect Master Mo, are you a senior citizen this year? You are still grabbing food from your son, is it shameful to throw it away?"

Mo Ziqing laughed a few times, taking advantage of Xiao Cheng's inattention, quickly grabbed a handful of biscuits, stuffed them into his mouth and began to chew.

The crispy and crunchy texture, the sweet taste, tastes really good.

When Xiao Fan saw that his things were taken away by Mo Ziqing, he burst into tears. Mo Fu, who was standing at the door, and the servants in the kitchen stepped forward one after another to coax the little ancestor, but turned Mo Ziqing, the patriarch, squeezed aside.

"Young master, don't cry, Uncle Tian will make a lot of biscuits for you later!" The fat chef of Mo's family, who was watching from the sidelines just now, has already memorized the method of making biscuits. You can also make biscuits for the young master.

While coaxing the child, Mo Fu turned his head and gave Mo Ziqing a displeased look, "Sect Master, you are such an old man, how can you grab food from the young master!"

The rest of the servants also stared at him with condemning eyes, as if he had done something that was outrageous.

Mo Ziqing was upset, very upset. He just wanted to eat something made by his daughter-in-law. How could he be sprayed like a sieve? This son is here to collect debts!

Xiao Cheng looked at him jokingly, as if to say, self-torture, can't live!

At night, Mo Ziqing was lying in front of the desk, busy writing invitations.It is not a trivial matter for the head of the Mo family to get married. There are quite a few guests invited. It is estimated that it will take a day and a night just to write this post.Due to the status of the Mo family, there are not a few people who would come without an invitation.

Song, Qin, Lei, these three families are indispensable to be invited, although he hates seeing Lei Mingya's face very much, but for the sake of the overall situation, he has to send invitations to the Lei family.Of course, it would be best if that guy didn't come!

After putting his son to sleep, Xiao Cheng walked up to Mo Ziqing, picked up an invitation, and asked, "Is this an invitation for the Qin family?

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Mo Ziqing nodded, "Old Master Qin, as the spirit master, naturally wants to invite. Although the Qin family is not as powerful as it used to be, it is still a big family, so we can't neglect it!"

"Oh——" Xiao Cheng put down the invitation card, propped his head and tilted his head and laughed, "So, your suitor will also come

? "

"Ah?" Mo Ziqing froze the brush in his hand, and a large ball of ink stained the invitation into black, "Ah Cheng, what are you talking about? Where did I get a suitor from?"

"Oh, there are no outsiders now, why are you pretending to be serious!" Xiao Cheng pinched Mo Ziqing's face, "Second Young Master Song has mentioned it more than once, that Qin...Qin what rain, isn't it? Are you on good terms?"

Mo Ziqing's head seemed to be hit by lightning, and Xiao Cheng's eyes of "you don't need to say anything, everyone is a man, I understand" made him feel tender on the outside and tender on the inside, wishing to pull Song Qiheng's big mouth Come out and beat me up!

Song Qiheng, who was eating dinner at Mo's house, suddenly sneezed a few times. He rubbed his nose and said to himself, "Who is thinking of me?"

"Ah Cheng! You have to believe me, I really have nothing to do with Qin Shiyu! I haven't met him a few times at all, how is it possible... how is it possible..." Mo Ziqing hurriedly explained, his usually sharp tongue now But it seems to be tied, the more you rush to explain, the more chaotic you are, "Ah Cheng, you have to believe that I can learn from the sun and the moon for your heart. If I fall in love with someone else, let me beat the sky with thunder and bangs. Terrible!"

"Why are you so excited? I'm just talking casually, I think you're in a hurry..." Xiao Cheng saw that the kid was sweating, so he stopped teasing him, and threw the scrapped invitation on the table. On the ground, "Or, do you have ghosts in your heart?"

"Ah Cheng, is it possible that you want me to dig out my heart to show you before you can rest assured?" Mo Ziqing smiled wryly.

"Oh, that's unnecessary. What's the use of your heart?"

Mo Ziqing carefully stared at Xiao Cheng's handsome face, and asked, "Ah Cheng, could it be...are you jealous?"

"Hehe..." Xiao Cheng sneered, reached out and patted Mo Ziqing on the forehead, "Concentrate on writing your invitation! At your speed, you won't be able to finish writing tomorrow morning!"

"Oh——" Mo Ziqing patted his head, the corners of his mouth curled up happily, and he squinted at Xiao Cheng. Was it jealousy or something?I didn't expect how Ah Cheng disliked him on his lips, but in his heart, he still liked him, right?