After waiting for a while, Wu Fu pulled the old lady and said with a smile, "My mother, I'll knit you a piece first, what color and style do you like."

After hearing this, the old lady happily touched Wufu's head, but she didn't agree immediately. She looked at Mo Jin next to her and said, "Don't worry, isn't it cold yet? You, finally, knit me to see what kind of wool left, I want to knit a thicker one."

Seeing Wufu pouting, the old lady smiled, as if she suddenly remembered Mo Jin, and said to Wufu, "In this way, you can weave one for Mo Jin first. Xiao Mo is a guest, so we can't neglect it."

The old lady naturally said this on purpose, and she also realized that Mo Jin and Wufu saw something was wrong these days.

Not only did Wufu ignore Mo Jin, but Mo Jin also seemed to have no choice but to follow Wufu. Although the two did not quarrel, they were in harmony with each other. Seeing that the two were getting farther and farther away, the old lady was a little anxious.

Mo Jin is a good candidate for being a grandson-in-law, and she doesn't want to miss it.

When Wu Fu heard Mo Jin's name, he didn't even look at him, and said angrily, "My uncle, you know he is a guest, and he will definitely not live in our family. Maybe when the weather gets cold, he will leave long ago."

Speaking of this, Wufu remembered the bad peach blossoms that Mo Jin provoked. She muttered, "Besides, just like him, wearing sweaters like this, some people knit them for you, what are you worried about?"

The old lady had already seen the two quarrel, and she didn't say it out loud, and then laughed, "Look at what your child said, even if he is not here, will there be no cold weather when he goes to another place?"

Wufu shook his head at the old lady, "Milk, I'll only knit for you."

"I don't want the first time you weaving. What if it's not done, practice your hands first." The old lady deliberately said to Wufu with disgust, "You just weaved it for Mo Jin, even if it's broken. He is a young man and is not afraid of the cold. And no matter where he goes in the future, I remember that I had lived in our house. This is at least a souvenir."

When the old lady said this, Wufu found that Mo Jin's eyes were a little proud and mixed with a smile. He deliberately did not speak, as if he was waiting for him to knit a sweater for him.

Wufu snorted, "What's so proud of? The old lady said, "Did she have to knit a sweater for him?" What did she do, don't she know?

But before Wufu could refuse, Tian Yan, who was sitting on the side, suddenly looked at Wufu and said half-jokingly, "But Wufu can't knit sweaters. I guess if she really wants to learn, at most, she will knit some scarves, gloves, and so on. Where can I knit sweaters. If it is really broken, it will waste wool."

Tian Yan's words were deeply thought of the Five Blessings, and the Five Blessings blinked at him.

Tian Yan seemed to have received encouragement. He glanced at Mo Jin and continued, "I also think that people like Xiao Mo are not short of people knit sweaters for him."

Seeing that Mo Jin wanted to refute, Tian Yan suddenly spoke again, "Xiao Mo, I'm talking about your family, don't think about it."

Mo Jin glanced at Tian Yan, then fixed his eyes on Wu Fu for a while, and suddenly he spoke too. He smiled faintly, "You know how I don't know that someone knitted a sweater for me."

After saying that, he looked at the old lady, changed her naive appearance just now, and his tone was a little aggrieved, "Grandma, I didn't wear a sweater in the past, and I've never worn a sweater."

"This child is so pitiful, it actually..." The old lady looked at Mo Jin, her eyes full of distress.
Chapter completed!