Li Mohan rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll let the chefs and the others go back first today, I'll make dumplings."

Tieshan looked shocked, "..."

Is there something wrong with his ear?

Can Wu Ye make dumplings?

Up the last staircase, Ye Jiuliang looked up at the room Tieshan mentioned.

The door was closed, and the orange-yellow light stole out of the crack of the door.

Ye Jiuliang's eyes turned and he walked closer.

The bedroom is deserted and quiet.

The light lengthened the figure on the rocking chair, and the thin back was a little lonely.

Mr. Li was undoubtedly sulking with a stern face.

What's the use of raising a son? He was kidnapped by others.

He didn't even come back for the winter solstice to have a meal with him, a heartless brat.

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded.

"Knock--"

Thinking that Tieshan came to persuade him to have dinner again, Old Master Li frowned and said in a deep voice, "Everyone said don't come to disturb me, I won't eat dinner."

"Do you still eat dumplings?"

The tone of teasing people is still the usual careless.

The unique tone came into my ears, and Mr. Li's dim eyes suddenly brightened, and he quickly turned around.

Ye Jiuliang looked in from outside the door, with a cramped smile in his eyes, "Old Li, I'm here to pay back the money."

It's really her.

This little girl is here, and that little brat Mo Han must have come back too.

The corners of his mouth were raised uncontrollably, and Old Master Li snorted coldly and turned his head awkwardly, "Who cares about your meals?"

Ye Jiuliang raised his eyebrows, the little old man had a very strong temper.

She pushed open the door and walked slowly in.

"If you don't care, why are you calling me to ask?" she asked sarcastically.

Mr. Li choked, "..."

Ye Jiuliang smiled and said, "Forget it, then I won't force it anymore. Since you don't want to have supper, I'll tell Li Mohan not to make dumplings, we'll go out to eat."

"Wait, who said I won't have supper?" When Mr. Li heard that Li Mohan wanted to make dumplings, he couldn't sit still and called her anxiously.

"But you didn't say..."

"What I just said was that I want to have supper. You little girl is young and your ears are not working well. How can you listen to this?" Mr. Li refused and threw Ye Jiuliang into a slap.

Ye Jiuliang looked at the old man with a smile, but did not continue to argue with him, and gave him a step.

She moved her gaze away, and inadvertently glanced at the photos on the wall, and her eyes stopped on those photos.

It was the wedding photo of the old man with Li Mohan's mother when he was young.

Actually, it's quite right.

Noting that she was looking at the photos, Mr. Li raised his head and couldn't hide his tone, "Isn't it very good?"

"It looks good, but" Ye Jiuliang touched his chin, and a cunning light flashed through his eyes.

Mr. Li asked, "But what?"

"You look a little old."

After saying that, Ye Jiuliang ran out.

Mr. Li's face turned black.

What does it mean that he looks a little old, can the little girl speak?

In a moment, the angry voice of Mr. Li came from the stairs.

"Ye Jiuliang, you little girl movie, stop me, who do you think you are old?"

"Mo, your father is going to hit someone, help me."

Ye Jiuliang ran away, his face filled with a smile, without a look of fear.

"Ye Jiuliang, if you have the ability, don't run away."

Mr. Li chased her, holding a slipper in his hand, which was rarely unstable.

Ye Jiuliang turned around and grimaced at him, "A little bit."

Tell her not to run away, then he should not chase after her.

When he rushed into the dining room, Ye Jiuliang saw the man mixing the stuffing with sharp eyes and hurriedly ran over.

"Mo, Jianghu is urgent."

She reached out and pulled Li Mohan over and hid behind him.

Li Mohan raised his cold eyebrows slightly, put down his chopsticks, looked out the door, and the old man ran in with his slippers.

It was the first time that I saw the old man so unstable side, even Tieshan was stunned.

When my hands shook, the flour spilled out.

Tieshan put the flour bag down and held back his laughter, "Master, are you?"

Mr. Li looked down at the slippers in his hand, and realized his loss of composure and hurriedly hid the slippers behind him.

"Ahem."

He cleared his throat and made a little clumsy excuse, "It's too cold, run and exercise."

Tieshan, “…”

Do you need to run around with slippers when exercising?

He secretly glanced at the person hiding behind Li Mohan, and smiled in his heart.

It must be Ms. Ye’s words that made the old man angry.

Ye Jiuliang leaned out from behind Li Mohan and looked at Old Master Li with a smile, "Old Li, I'm telling the truth, I'm getting angry faster."

"You..." Old Master Li was in a turmoil.

Before he was angry, Ye Jiuliang slipped into the kitchen, "I'll wash my hands and come and help."

Mr. Li threw down his slippers, pulled open the chair and sat down, glanced at Li Mohan, and snorted coldly, "Do you know how to come back?"

Meeting the old man's resentful eyes, Li Mohan calmed down and held the chopsticks and mixed the filling slowly.

It felt like a punch hitting the cotton. Mr. Li was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Li Mohan, have you heard me talking to you?"

Li Mohan said "yes" lightly.

At this time, Ye Jiuliang washed his hands and found that the atmosphere was a little cold. What's wrong?

Stepping forward, she pulled the chair away and sat down next to Li Mohan. She reached out to pick up the rolling pin and said with a smile, "Why should I roll out the dumpling skin?"

Before he finished speaking, a laughter sounded from the opposite side.

"You will?"

When Ye Jiuliang met the old man's disgusting eyes, he was not ashamed and admitted openly, "No."

She paused and continued, "Li Mohan will do it."

"I can't even roll out a dumpling skin, it will only anger." Mr. Li sneered, remembering what Ye Jiuliang said about him just now.

Ye Jiuliang supported his jaw with one hand and was hit. He didn't care at all. He spoke lazyly, "Why would you teach me?"

"Teach it, teach it." Old Master Li stood up and reached out and snatched the rolling pin she was playing with.

Bypassing the table, he walked into the kitchen.

After a while, Ye Jiuliang was stunned.

Can the old man make dumplings?

She pulled off the corner of Li Mohan's clothes and looked up at him, "Can your dad make dumplings?"

The corners of Xinhong's lips were slightly pulled, and Li Mohan nodded.

Ye Jiuliang couldn't believe it, "..."

Tieshan saw her surprise and explained with a smile, "The master can't make other dishes, so making dumplings is a great idea. Because the wife used to love eating dumplings, the master went to learn it for her."

He was talking about Li Mohan's mother, Jiang Qian.

Ye Jiuliang curled the surprise in his eyes and smiled.

It seems that Mo's mother can fall in love with the old man.

There was not enough flour, Tieshan walked into the kitchen to get it.
Chapter completed!