"Family?" Bai Cheng raised his eyes subconsciously.

When he met Yu Qingyan's teasing eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head, and the roots of his ears turned red again.

Mo Li also squeezed beside him, handing over the skin for a while and filling it with stuffing, enjoying himself.

Seeing Bai Jing still looking at everyone cautiously, Mo Li reached out and patted his head, then looked at Mo Ming and said, "This is Acheng's younger brother Bai Jing. You two are about the same age, do you know each other?"

Mo Ming didn't have the patience to make dumplings in the first place, and when he saw Bai Jing's eyes, he jumped out of his chair and dragged Bai Jing to play in his room, "Your name is Bai Jing? My name is Mo Ming, you call me me. Xiao Ming will do it!"

Xiao Ming? Xiao Ming in the math book? Bai Jing was in a daze.

Seeing Bai Sing's head, Mo Ming put his arms over his shoulders and said, "Are you playing video games? I've been bored playing alone these days!"

Bai Jing didn't expect that Mo Ming even had a game console here, so he couldn't care about anything else when he was playing, and nodded quickly.

Seeing the two children playing happily, Bai Cheng also felt relieved, and the peace of mind lies in helping her beside Qing Yan.

The family was happy, except Mo Jinhua, the hapless one, who was still kneading dough in the kitchen, looking angrily at the two boys outside who were occupying his wife.

Good guy, two sons were enough for him, but now there are two more? !

Chapter 87 Can You Stop Talking About Relationships?

No matter how unhappy Mo Jinhua was, he had to do the work that should be done.

Looking in the mirror, he looked at the flour all over his body, and then at his white hands. His eyes moved slightly, he was lying at the door of the kitchen, and he looked at Yu Qingyan outside pitifully. Li is the same.

"Wife, come in and help me?"

Bai Cheng raised his eyes just to see Mo Jinhua's pitiful expression, he quickly lowered his head and pretended not to see it, quietly glanced at Mo Li, and felt that the father and son were really alike.

However, Yu Qingyan helplessly rubbed his eyebrows, wiped his hands and handed over the task of making dumplings to Mo Li and Bai Cheng, then got up and went into the kitchen.

Who would have thought Mo Jinhua smeared his face with one hand as soon as he entered the kitchen, and his face became more white.

"Hahahaha-"

Mo Jinhua began to laugh wildly.

Yu Qingyan calmly raised his hand and touched his face, picked up the rolling pin on the table, and closed the kitchen door.

Witnessing all this, Bai Cheng twitched his eyes and lowered his head to focus on the dumplings when Mo Li suddenly leaned over to his ear and said, "I'm not like my dad."

Bai Cheng almost jumped up in shock, staring at Mo Li in horror, wondering how Mo Li knew what he was thinking.

Could this guy still read minds!

"I'm the person who knows you best in the world." Mo Li was triumphant.

"Bullshit." Bai Cheng took a deep breath and pretended to snort calmly.

Hearing the movement from the kitchen, he raised his eyes, but couldn't help but whispered to Mo Li curiously, "Do your parents still cook?"

Are rich people so down-to-earth?

But thinking about Mo Li's cooking skills are really good, so cooking skills are really a compulsory course for rich people?

"No." Mo Li answered bluntly.

Bai Cheng was stunned for two seconds, then looked down at the stuffing wrapped in the dumplings and said in surprise, "Then this stuffing—"

"I bought it when I saw it." Mo Li bowed his head and skillfully wrapped the dumplings, faster than Baicheng, "but when my parents were on the mission in the army, they simply made some food, kneaded the dough and made the next one. Dumplings are still available, we just need to wrap the dumplings, as for the side dishes tonight, someone will send them over."

Seeing Mo Li skillfully pinching the dumplings into the shape of a small rabbit, Bai Cheng blinked twice, and without admitting defeat, wrapped a large ingot and placed it in front of Mo Li.

When he realized that the dough on his hand had been used up, he realized that there was a circle of little rabbits in front of him.

"Why are you always in the shape of a rabbit?" he wondered.

Mo Li raised his eyes and thought for a while, then wrapped another rabbit in his back hand, how clever his hand should be, "Because big rabbits love to eat little rabbits."

Bai Cheng didn't react at first, he suddenly raised his eyes when he met Mo Li's curved eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you calling a rabbit!"

"Whoever likes to bite is the one." Mo Li said while rolling up his sleeves, revealing the green marks he had bitten from when Bai Cheng was so angry before, and gave him a playful look, "Oh, who bit this? "

Immediately, Bai Cheng was so ashamed that he wanted to put all the dumplings in front of him on Mo Li's face.

Hearing the movement behind him, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly reached out and pulled Mo Li's sleeve, so that no one could see the trace.

Mo Li also frankly let him toss.

Soon Yu Qingyan and Mo Jinhua came out holding the newly rolled dough. Before Mo Jinhua sat down, he glanced suspiciously at the two of them, always feeling that the atmosphere between them was a little strange.

Fortunately, although Bai Cheng's ears were reddened, his expression looked normal.

And Mo Li didn't even blink his eyelids.

To ask Murray why he is so calm—

"Last time this kid showed me, Bai Cheng, you have a good mouth."

Mo Jinhua looked at Bai Cheng's body and was quite satisfied. As soon as he sat down, he complimented Bai Cheng in a reserved manner.

In response to Shang Baicheng's sluggish expression, he acted like the head of the family, cleared his throat and pointed, "Teeth are also weapons, but if you want to beat this kid, it's better to suppress him with your fists. If there is something you don’t understand, come and ask me, and if we have time, we can also make gestures.”

To Mo Jinhua, it doesn't matter what kind of person Mo Li is looking for, but since he is looking for a man, he still likes taller people.

Therefore, being able to give pointers to Bai Cheng now shows that he is basically satisfied with Bai Cheng.

Bai Cheng was completely at a loss.

Seeing Yu Qingyan drinking calmly next to him, Mo Jinhua also lowered his head and started making dumplings awkwardly.

What Bai Cheng didn't understand, he glanced at Mo Li with a smile on his face.