am i a devil

Mothers and maids who are overflowing with maternal love: "..."

"Young Mistress, is this really all right?" The mothers and maids, who were overflowing with maternal love, asked him worriedly for Wang Mo.

"There will be no problem." Wang Mo said confidently.

"Take a step back, even if there is a problem, I will take care of it, and I won't hurt you sisters." Wang Mo said this responsibly, and then he heard the excited crowing of mothers and maids who are overflowing with maternal love .

Wang Mo: "..."

Is it only the era of co-authorship that is different?Wang Mo thought to himself, the core of this world still depends on the face.

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So the mothers and maids, who were overflowing with maternal love, brought the "filial breakfast" made by Wang Mo to the old lady on her dining table with trepidation.

After a while, Wang Mo, who was waiting in the outer room, heard the sound of smashing plates and bowls as he wished.

"Are you begging for food?" Hua'er in the museum hall, whose blush hadn't faded, couldn't wait for others to lift the curtain, and got out of the back room by herself, pointing at Wang Mo's nose and cursing.

Wang Mo: "..."

Can a beggar offer such a good deed?Then I don't want to work hard anymore, Wang Mo said in his heart.

"Old lady, calm down." Wang Mo said with a smirk all over his face.

"Isn't this my first time cooking, am I inexperienced? I'll just practice more in the future." Wang Mo, the actual master of the Manchu Banquet, said very modestly.

The museum hall flower whose blush did not bloom: "..."

When I bought him at the beginning, I thought it was a one-shot deal, but I didn't think I would eat his cooking in the future. Hua'er, whose blush didn't smudge, regretted it very much.

"Practice?"

She suddenly grabbed a point, then pointed to Wang Mo's nose and said, "Who else do you want to practice with? Do you practice with me, or with my son?"

"Of course I practiced with you." Wang Mo replied naturally.

"I want to practice with your son, but he can't eat." Wang Mo said, and shrugged innocently, saying that it was not my fault.

The museum hall flower whose blush did not bloom: "..."

Just when she was about to jump around and start cursing, Wang Mo added a very timely sentence: "But, maybe the young master will be able to eat after a while."

Wang Mo's words successfully dispelled the arrogance of the museum flower whose blush did not smudge.

She chose to keep Wang Mo because she wanted to find a life for her son. What if it was broken or scolded, which affected his son's life?Hua'er, whose blush didn't smudge, thought to herself, and paused the fury of the thunder.

"Okay, in the future, don't practice your hands with my old lady. My old lady still wants to live a few more years."

Hua'er, whose blush did not smudge, waved her hands tiredly. At the same time, she also changed her name from "Old Body" to "Old Lady". Wang Mo was tuned to the limit.

"Well, since the old lady has said so, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient." Wang Mo smiled like a fox and nodded, expressing that he can do good things like others.

"Okay, I've been making trouble with you for a long time, and I'm a little tired. If you have nothing else to do, you can go back to your new house first. You young couples are newlyweds, you should get closer as much as possible."

Hua'er, whose blush did not smudge, waved her hand in the state of the rest of her life after a catastrophe, wanting to blow Wang Mo away from her nose, at least out of sight and out of mind.

"Old lady..."

"Wait a while, it's safer for me to send you back in person."

Before Wang Mo could finish speaking, Hua'er, whose blush hadn't faded, suddenly remembered something, jumped up from the chaise longue where she had already been seated, and spoke first.

She was tortured by Wang Mo for a while just now, her blood pressure went up, and her thinking was not very bright. After calming down now, her wariness towards Wang Mo gradually surfaced.

This little elf shouldn't be trying to take advantage of the time when I'm not around him, and take advantage of the loophole to escape?Hua'er, whose blush did not smudge, thinks of this with the heart of a fox in the hinterland of a fox, so she changes her mind and decides to take Wang Moab back to her new house in person, so as to continue to enhance the vitality of her precious son.

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So Wang Mo walked towards the courtyard of the new house under the escort of the museum hall flowers whose blush did not smudge, followed by a large group of maids who were full of maternal love, worried and surrounded. .

Along the road, Wang Mo wanted to talk about something several times, but was interrupted by the museum flowers whose blush did not smudge.

"Let's go! What's the matter to wait until we are in the new house!" Hua'er in the museum hall, whose blush hadn't faded, yelled at Wang Mo in an unquestionable tone.

So the group quietly returned to the door of the new house.

"Old lady, can I talk now?" Wang Mo asked Hua'er, whose blush hadn't faded, before entering the door.

"What else do you have to say?" Hua'er in the museum, whose blush hadn't faded, rolled her eyes and said.

"That's right, I want a portrait of the young master." Wang Mo finally pointed out the purpose of his trip.

"Portrait?" Hua'er in the museum hall, whose blush hadn't faded, froze for a moment.

"What do you want my son's portrait for?" Hua'er, whose blush did not smudge, asked suspiciously.

"The thing is like this, I want a portrait of the young master, and look up at it from time to time." Wang Mo twisted and said.

"Why do you want my son's portrait, and still look up at it from time to time?" Hua'er in the museum hall, whose blush has not faded, is increasingly unable to understand Wang Mo's meaning, and the expression management on her face has collapsed, and she just looks confused. asked him.

"Of course it's because..." Wang Mo said hesitantly, twisting even more.

"xi...xi..."

"Like it?" Hua'er in the museum, whose blush did not smudge, said it for him in disbelief.

"How is this possible? Who in the world would like that kind of person?" Hua'er in the museum hall, whose blush hadn't faded, croaked.

At the same time, she heard an extremely sad voice coming from the new house.

"Mother... I... am... what kind of... kind of... huh?"