grey old man

After hearing Mi Mo's words, Li Huan couldn't help but stop, and said. "makes sense."

The bowls and chopsticks on the table had been arranged by Li Huan. Mi Mo picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of grilled fish, dipped in some sauce, and the fish meat melted in the mouth, indicating that the fish bone had already been removed.

The chef also worked hard, Mi Mo couldn't help giving a thumbs up, and said, "It tastes really good, which restaurant's signature dish, let's go there to cheer on it some other day."

Li Huan took a sip of his wine, smiled, and said, "You don't need another day, you just come to my house to eat every day. Just an extra pair of chopsticks."

Mi Mo realized it later, and said in surprise, "Brother, you did it!"

Li Huan nodded, "It's just a hobby, I'm laughing at you."

Mi Mo ate a few more mouthfuls of other dishes, and couldn't help but stand up with all ten fingers.

"This craft, it's a waste not to open a restaurant."

Li Huan smiled, "I don't want to make it for everyone, I just want people I like to eat it."

After hearing this, Mi Mo sighed, and said quietly, "What a man, I don't know which girl will be so lucky in the future."

After hearing what he said, seeing that he didn't think about anything else, Li Huan couldn't help but shook his head again. This man is so straight that he can't be straight anymore.

It's not far from where he lives, and Li Huan's cooking is so delicious.Mi Mo felt that life was too wonderful, if he could find another good wife and have a child, then he would be content in this life.

The food was delicious, but the wine was a little too much. Mi Mo didn't bother to go upstairs, they were all men, so it was fine to stay in Li Huan's guest room for one night.

Waking up in the morning, Mi Mo was awakened by the scent of millet porridge.It smells so good.

He had never smelled such a strong aroma of millet porridge. Mi Mo casually washed his face, brushed his teeth, smelled the scent of millet, and drifted over.

Li Huan was wearing an apron and was cooking cold dishes. When he saw Mi Mo coming over, he smiled and said.

"I made some porridge, let's go to work after eating."

Mi Mo couldn't help but nodded, he really didn't see that Li Huan was like this at home, he was so attractive.

If he was really a woman, she would have to marry him.

It's convenient to go to the staff restaurant to eat, but it feels different from eating ready-made meals at home. If it wasn't for being too troublesome for Li Chang.

He must pester Assistant Li and cook every day.But it's impossible to think about it. Li Huan is usually so busy with work, how can he have so much leisure time.

Even if you have leisure time, don't spend it in dating and chasing girls, and spend all day messing with him, a big man, wouldn't it be a waste of time.

Nian Xi was not here today, just as Mi Mo stepped into the gate of the Purple Bamboo Garden, the butler came over and said that Second Young Master Nalan was practicing calligraphy in the study and let him go.

Normally, Nian Xi would hang around in front of Nalan Shuo when nothing happened, but today he was not there, so she stepped in instead.

The door of the study was not closed, and when Mi Mo came in, he saw Nalan Shuo at the table, writing with a brush.

Mi Mo walked up to Nalan Shuo, called out "Second Young Master" in a low voice, and stood up automatically to pretend to be invisible.

When Nalan Shuo was writing, he didn't like being disturbed by others, and he just nodded his head when he called Mi Mo, without making a sound.

Mi Mo stood there without incident, looked down at Nalan Shuo's masterpiece, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

No wonder Nian Xi said that his handwriting was ugly, facing Nalan Shuo's handwriting all day, not all other people's handwriting was ugly.

I don't know which school or school Nalan Shuo's font is, anyway, Mi Mo has never seen this font.

Like plum blossoms, each one is beautiful in an instant.It dances gracefully on the fine rice paper.

Such a word, I really can't tell, it came from the hand of a 16-year-old boy.

He thinks his handwriting is good, that's because he practiced it for a long time in his previous life. If it's just handwriting, he's obviously just getting started!

I was fascinated by watching it, and I didn't even pay attention to when Nalan Shuo stopped writing.

"I see that you write well with a pen. Have you been doing calligraphy for several years?"

Mi Mo came back to his senses, and nodded when he heard Nalan Shuo's words, "I have indeed studied with our old principal for several years."

Usually Nian Xi is half-hearted about calligraphy, but it is rare that Mi Mo has also learned it, so Nalan Shuo handed over the brush and said.

"So, you should practice too."

Immediately, Mi Mo took over the brush, not being modest, just practicing calligraphy, he just wrote a few seriously.

His brush was never used to embarrass people. Mi Mo wrote a few words casually. Nalan Shuo drank his tea, looked over, saw his little boss, and said a rare compliment.

"The writing is really good. You can't tell that it's just a few years of practice. You must have worked hard in normal times."

Mi Mo has a guilty conscience and has written for two lifetimes, how can it be bad.It is you who should work hard.

He couldn't help saying, "It's just a hobby, and I made a fool of myself in front of the second young master."

Nalan Shuo nodded, and said, "Nianxi doesn't care much about brush calligraphy. Since your handwriting is good, come and practice calligraphy with me on weekdays, and make Nianxi happy."

Mi Mo nodded quickly, thinking, let alone Nianxi, even when he was 16 years old, he was not sure about such patient things.

Apart from completing the tasks assigned by the old principal every day, he didn't want to pick up a pen at all.

In this way, Nalan Shuo's patience is much better than ordinary people.

When eating at noon, Li Huan happened to come over to report on work. Seeing that Mi Mo hadn't left, he couldn't help but think about leaving together later.

It's just that Nalan Shuo kept them all, and usually Nian Xi accompanied them to eat, but this year, when Nian Xi was not there, Nalan Shuo was not as happy when eating as usual.

Mi Mo's thoughts moved, and he always felt that Nalan Shuo was a little too fond of middle-aged Xi. If Nalan Shuo had such a personality, it was not the kind of friendship that the two girls wished to stick together when they were good.

I really don't understand the world of your circle.

Nalan Shuo was not happy, how could the fine Li Huan not see it, Li Huan said when Mi Mo was walking with him in his car.

"Master Nianxi takes many days to go home every time. You should also pay attention these few days, so as not to make the second young master unhappy."

Mi Mo was speechless after hearing this.

Why would Second Young Master be unhappy when he returns home? It's not like he's been sold to him.

Confused, I asked, "Is the little boss short of friends?" Or why does he lack friendship like this.

Li Huan smiled, feeling a little helpless at Mi Mo's thoughts, couldn't this person think about that?

He didn't say much, he just told Mi Mo, "Second Young Master doesn't need friends."

How could the second young master of the Nalan family lack friends, but the word "friends" has never been the most important thing in Nalan Shuo's life.

Hearing what Li Huan said, Mi Mo found it hard to understand. This person has lived in groups since ancient times. If he had no friends, he would be so lonely.

"Why don't you need friends? Look at how good we are. We usually eat, chat, and play together,"

No matter how high your status is, no matter how big your family business is, those are things that you don't bring with you when you are born, and you don't take away when you die. Only love and friendship are the most difficult to dissipate.

Hearing what Mi Mo said, Li Huan couldn't help but smile helplessly, and just said, "Second Young Master's friends are never pure friends."

"You, work hard and graduate early. The matter of Er Shao and Nianxi is not as simple as you think. You'd better not get involved."

Mi Mo was taught, he just wanted to join forces, but he didn't have the ability to do so, so he can't manage the affairs of the second young master.

Seeing that Mi Mo didn't speak, Li Huan thought he was unhappy, so he said again.

"The second young master is only 16 years old this year, and his career has not yet been finalized. There will be many opportunities for you. We only need to make our own money. The boss's personal affairs are beyond our control."

"Don't worry, how can I not understand this truth, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Knowing that Li Huan had good intentions, Mi Mo definitely didn't think of him.As Li Huan said, they only care about making their money.

It's not easy for God to sneeze and bring him back to life, not to mention the dominance of the world and the beauty of the clouds.

Wealth and splendor, a beautiful wife and loving son, are his happiest things.

As for Nalan Shuo's matter, the person who should worry most should be his father.