Mr. Mo said to Jiang Nanxi: "Xi'er, tell me, should I have someone embroider a flower on this Hanfu? Orchid or rose?"

Jiang Nanxi was speechless: "Sir, are you here to show me your Hanfu today?"

Mr. Mo seemed a little shy and touched his nose: "Yes, it's my first time wearing it, and I think it's very good. There is a medical seminar tomorrow, and a student insists on inviting me to it. Do you think I should wear this?"

How about going with your clothes on?"

Jiang Nanxi sighed: "If you go like this, will people really treat you as a god?"

Mr. Mo laughed loudly: "I am a god! Then I decided happily. It's all for nothing, I'm going to have afternoon tea!"

Without saying anything, he cut off the video.

"Hey..." Jiang Nanxi was speechless. So Mr. Mo just started this video to show off his clothes? Don't he have nothing more to say?

She couldn't help but feel a little empty.

Only then did Joey think of a question and asked: "Nan Xi, how old is this Mr. Mo?"

Jiang Nanxi shook his head: "I don't know exactly how old he is. I guess he is in his fifties or sixties, right? Because he told me once that he went abroad with his mother forty or fifty years ago and has never come back.

"

"Holy crap! I think he is only in his thirties. When I heard him call you Xi'er, I felt that he might be older than you, but I didn't expect that he was so much older than you.

!I don’t believe or accept that he is over sixty years old! But how does he maintain himself? Can you teach us? How beautiful would it be if we could still maintain our current appearance when we are over sixty years old? "

Jiang Nanxi smiled and said: "This is his secret technique, he never spreads it to others! Let's just let nature take its course!"

Joey shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, I am just an ordinary person, not worthy of being friends with gods! Qiaoqiao, let's go home!"

Jiang Nanxi smiled and said, "Mr. Mo is a strange man. Don't tell outsiders. If he really comes to China one day, I will help you ask him about his secret skills."

Joey hugged Jiang Nanxi and said depressedly: "I have an illusion now. You are all gods, and I am dreaming!"

Jiang Nanxi patted her on the back: "What are you talking about? You should leave quickly. It's too late. We haven't eaten yet. You go and cook for Qiao Qiao. I'll also get some food for Little Wolf."

Joey glanced at Jiang Xiaolang in the living room and whispered in Jiang Nanxi's ear: "You must educate Jiang Xiaolang well. Don't let him be arrogant because of his talent. He must be open-minded and affectionate while playing in the world!

"

Jiang Nanxi understood what she meant, wasn't she just afraid that Jiang Xiaolang would grow up and look down on Xu Qiaoqiao?

This is a matter for the future, and she really can't care that much about it.

But she still smiled and nodded: "I know, I must teach him to be a beautiful man who is infatuated and dedicated!"

Joey also knew that he was a little bored, so he smiled and said, "As long as you understand!"

Jiang Nanxi sent Joey and her daughter off, and when they got home, Jiang Xiaolang was already frying steak in the kitchen.

He doesn't know how to cook Chinese food, but he can still cook a little bit of Western food, and he is best at frying steak.

He looked at Jiang Nanxi and said, "Mommy, let's just have steak tonight, and you can wash a few more tomatoes."

"Okay." Jiang Nanxi took two tomatoes from the refrigerator and a broccoli, and washed them in the sink.

She turned to look at Jiang Xiaolang and couldn't help but ask: "Do you want to recognize your father?"

Jiang Xiaolang flipped the steak and smiled: "I still say what I said, just let it go."

Jiang Nanxi sighed, feeling a little unsure.


Chapter completed!