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When He Yimiao entered the house, she didn't see Wang welcoming him as before, only He Aijun was waiting for him at the door. Although this was certain, He Yimiao still felt uncomfortable.

"Dad cook some noodles for you?" He Aijun asked after taking the luggage.

He Yimiao didn't dare to compliment his father's culinary skills, so he said, "I'll cook it myself, do you want some?"

"How about a bowl." He Aijun hesitated, because when He Yimiao came back, Wang Hao didn't even cook a meal at noon today. He just ate some biscuits to make a cushion, but he didn't have the sincerity to eat noodles.

He Yimiao took off his coat and went into the kitchen to cook noodles. The door of his master bedroom was closed tightly. He Yimiao sighed when passing by, but he could understand his mother now. When his father mentioned grandma, He Yimiao remembered that The old lady who was difficult to get along with, she really didn't like her, but he was not a real child at the time, so he didn't care at all.

Thinking about it now, part of her mother's concern was because of face, and most of it was because of his wasted years when he was a child.

He Yimiao made some simple scallion oil noodles, not only for himself and his father, but also for his mother.

"Dad, you can bring it in for Mom." He Yimiao said.

"Okay." He Aijun went in with his face in his face, Wang Hao was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, he ignored He Aijun when he came in.

"Hello Wang, come, eat some noodles made by your son." He Aijun put down the noodles.

Wang Hao: "Don't eat, I'm not hungry."

He Aijun slapped the face and said: "You smell this smell, it smells good..."

Wang Hao put down his phone and said angrily, "Are you trying to piss me off?"

"No, you are my wife, how can I be mad at you." He Aijun said honestly.

"I won't eat what he made." Wang Hao insisted.

He Aijun: "Then you can't waste it, this side, this dish is all bought by you, it would be a pity if you don't eat it."

"Anyway, I don't eat." Wang Hao said.

Sitting by the bed, He Aijun said, "Hey, I didn't expect Miaomiao to be able to cook after such a long time. I don't know how much I have suffered outside."

Wang Hao felt uncomfortable, and didn't want He Aijun to be sensational here, so she said, "Get out for me."

He Aijun had no choice, so he went out, but he didn't take the noodles away. After closing the door, Wang Hao's stomach growled, and the smell of the noodles kept lingering around her nose. When He Aijun entered in the afternoon, The bowl was found to be empty.

He shook his head and took out the bowl. He Yimiao, who was making dumplings in the kitchen, saw it and said, "Dad, let me do the washing."

"It's okay, just a bowl." He Aijun rinsed it twice on the tap, then looked at He Yimiao and said, "Son, you still have to go in and communicate with your mother, otherwise, if you don't talk about it, there will be more and more conflicts."

"I know, I'll go after making the dumplings." He Yimiao also thought about it. Stretching out the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife. Today's New Year's Eve, when the neighbors set off firecrackers in the yard, everyone knows the quarrel, Wang Hao must not Will argue with him at this time.

An hour later, He Yimiao left the dumplings to eat tonight, and then put the rest in the freezer. He wasn't sure when his mother would drive him out, so he made more dumplings, and when the time came, his mother would open the refrigerator. miss him.

After tidying up, He Yimiao took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the master bedroom amidst his father's nod.

"Mom, I'm coming in." After He Yimiao finished speaking, Wang Hao didn't respond.

He Yimiao pushed the door and went in, Wang Hao still pretended to look at the phone, but ignored He Yimiao, He Yimiao put the gift on Wang Hao's bedside table and said: "Mom, this is the essence I bought for you with the money I earned from part-time work. Lipstick."

"I don't need it, you take it away." Wang Hao put down the phone and said coldly.

He Yimiao said: "Mom, I haven't seen you for so long. I miss you a lot. Don't reject me as soon as you meet."

Wang Hao got up: "If you break up with that man, of course mom won't treat you like this."

"Mom, this can't be done. I can't have feelings for girls. Would you like to see me grow old alone?" He Yimiao asked.

Wang Hao almost started to scold, but at this moment, the sound of children playing with cannons was heard in the corridor, so she said in a normal voice: "Anyway, it is impossible for me to agree with you to be with a man."

He Yimiao said: "I didn't expect you to agree now, but you can't deny your son because of this matter."

"I don't have a son who fools around with men." Wang Hao said directly.

He Yimiao was sad, but he still said: "Mom, if you don't agree, I won't bring him back, but you and my dad are getting older, so I have to do my filial piety for you."

"Don't talk so nicely, I don't want to talk about it now." Wang Hao said.

"Didn't you mention this first?" He Yimiao whispered.

It's already seven o'clock, and the news broadcast sounded, He Yimiao said: "The Spring Festival Gala will start in one hour, Mom, New Year's Eve, let's not quarrel, I'll cook dumplings."

Wang Hao still wanted to say something, He Yimiao immediately slipped into the kitchen, Wang Hao was a little annoyed, He Yimiao was not like her at all, but imitated He Aijun's way of turning around and changing the subject by ten percent.

She was angry, but it was the first time Wang Hao received something her son bought for herself with money. She glanced in the direction of the kitchen, then closed the door, walked over and picked up the gift that He Yimiao bought for herself.

She knew the brand of this lipstick, one would cost more than 300, Wang Hao was never willing to buy it, the most expensive lipstick he used was more than 100, as for the color, it was red, Wang Hao opened it and tried it on his hand Although he didn't want to admit it, Wang Hao liked it very much.

As for the essence, Wang Hao felt that He Yimiao wasted money at a glance. The fifty milliliters was estimated to be thousands of dollars, and he only earned so much from a part-time job. He had no sense of saving money at all. Thinking about it this way, there is no way to refund it now, Wang Hao Fortunately, I was reluctant to use it, so I put it in my cabinet first.

At this moment, the dumplings have not been cooked yet. The New Year greeting messages on Wang Hao's mobile phone are one after another, some are sent by parents, and colleagues and relatives. The clothes I bought for me, and some people said that the child brought some special products.

Wang took a good look at the lipstick, so he took the essence out of the cabinet and put it together with the lipstick to take a photo, and then sent it to the group. There is no male teacher in their kindergarten, so her colleagues praised her for being lucky when they saw it. , the son is filial.

Wang Hao, who was originally angry because He Yimiao liked men, disappeared after a while. When He Yimiao's dumplings were cooked and called her, Wang Hao put down his phone and went out. He no longer hid in the master bedroom to avoid He Yimiao as before. not see.

Seeing Wang Hao's eyebrows stretched, He Yimiao knew that his mother didn't care about it now, which was a good sign, but he definitely couldn't mention it later, and he had to wait for his mother to figure it out.