At the end of the summer of this year, Mr. Mo's family finally returned to Jiangcheng after going out. When they returned to Jiangcheng, the summer had passed, and the child of the Mo family also opened school. Mrs. Mo did not have time to play in the small river in the village and the water playground opened.

For this matter, Mrs. Mo got angry for a few days in protest.

How to solve it in the end?

Mr. Mo bought a plate of steamed cakes. The delicious steamed cakes suddenly diverted Mrs. Mo and attracted Mrs. Mo. Mrs. Mo said that he would make steamed cakes by himself.

So, in order to satisfy Mrs. Mo's sudden joy, Mr. Mo drove her there personally.

After more than half a month of continuous learning, Mrs. Mo was able to make steamed cakes, but Mr. Mo was also suffering because someone always had to try the unformed steamed cakes.

At first, there were many teams to try it out, such as Aunt Xu, He Sangsang and Qi Jian, and even the neighbors around him, but in the end, only Mr. Mo was left.

When everyone talked about Mrs. Mo's craftsmanship, they wanted to sigh, "This taste is so unforgettable, so others should come and try it."

Mrs. Mo was so happy that she would come to everyone to taste the pastry every time she made, but everyone ran away quickly. Mrs. Mo, who was a little lost, even asked her child, "Son, aren't the steamed cakes made by her mother delicious?"

"...It's delicious." Shao Yu's child answered very reluctantly.

"Then why did you only take one bite?" Mrs. Mo continued to ask.

Shao Yu said, "Because the teacher said that delicious food should be left to others, such as Mr. Driver, he likes it the most."

Children at this age are already very smart, knowing the way they get along with their parents, and knowing how to make choices and decisions. So, they throw all the troubles to their father.

Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows, but he thought to himself: This bastard has thrown the trouble again.

But despite this, Mr. Mo was still the test mouse over and over again.

Until the end of the month, Mr. Mo tasted the steamed cake again, and his eyebrows stretched out, "It tasted good."

"Really?" Mrs. Mo was so happy.

Mr. Mo took another bite, "Really."

Now, Mrs. Mo was so happy that she immediately rushed to let everyone taste it, "Today's sugar-flavored steamed cake is very good, come and try it."

Everyone was afraid that Mrs. Mo's pleasure would be disappointed, so they reluctantly tried it again, but they found that it tasted really good. Then the plate of steamed cake was scraped clean. It was not enough to taste it. But Mrs. Mo hid the last small piece, "This is for my Shaoyu."

Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows, "What about mine?"

"No more." Mrs. Mo answered truthfully.

Mr. Mo was angry at the moment. He didn't talk about it for so many days, but the result was that he finally succeeded. He had no chance of success in his work.

Mr. Mo, who was rarely angry, didn't talk to Mrs. Mo all day for the first time, and Mrs. Mo was still busy making steamed cakes.

Qi Jian and He Sangsang walked into the study and saw Mr. Mo working in front of the computer, but his brows were very tight. When he saw the door being pushed open, he thought someone was coming. He took a look at it excitedly and realized that it was not. He immediately met the computer screen again.

He Sangsang stepped forward and said, "Sir, the wife has gone to the neighbor's house next door, Aunt Xu has accompanied her."

"Miss is going to deliver steamed cakes for everyone again," Qi Jian added.

Mr. Mo's brows frowned even further.

But two guys who were not afraid of death were going to hit the gun, "Sir, are you angry because your wife didn't leave you steamed cake?"

"No." Mr. Mo said two dull words.

Both of them were just shook their heads, wasn't that yet?

"If you like to eat, just ask your wife and ask her, she will definitely give it to you." He Sangsang persuaded.

But Mr. Mo, who had a temper, refused to bow his head, "I don't want to eat it."

"If I don't go, I guess I'll have to finish it again today." Qi Jian reminded again.

"If you say not to eat, don't eat." Mr. Mo was very determined.

The two retreated, and He Sangsang said, "How long do you think he can last?"

"At most tomorrow." Qi Jian replied.

In the study, the head of a family was already feeling annoyed.

That night, Mr. Mo didn't come down to have a meal. Mrs. Mo picked up the child and saw that there was one missing on the dining table. He asked, asking the driver where Mr. Mo had gone. Aunt Xu said, "He is in the study room upstairs."

Mrs. Mo asked again, "Why didn't he come down to have a meal?"

Everyone was not going to say much, He Sangsang said, "It's probably because he's not hungry."

"Why? Everyone needs to eat!" Mrs. Mo has always cherished food. It's not possible to have one person missing on the dining table. She immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks and acted to go upstairs to catch him.

Seeing that Mrs. Mo had moved, Qi Jian asked, "Shao Yu, don't you go and have a look?"

But the child Shao Yu said directly, "Uncle Qi Jian, it's useless for me to go."

He Sangsang couldn't help but nodded. It was indeed a family, so he had a deep understanding of his parents' temper.

After Mrs. Mo went upstairs, she pushed the door directly in. But Mr. Mo thought it was He Sangsang or Qi Jian, so she didn't see anyone. Until Mrs. Mo ran to the front and put away all the documents in front of him. Mr. Mo was stunned and was about to scold the person who came to make trouble, but turned his head and met Mrs. Mo. He froze and asked in a muffled voice, "Why are you?"

Mrs. Mo's hand was on the table and one hand was on the ridge of his chair. She asked, "Why don't you go down to have a meal?"

Mr. Mo came to his senses, and some of the little awkwardness in his heart was still in trouble, "I'm not hungry."

"Why aren't you hungry?"

"It means not hungry."

"You didn't eat much at noon," Mrs. Mo said again. When her memory is bad, people make people jump, but when it is good, they make people surprised.

Mr. Mo had no choice but to say, "I'm still busy."

"You can be busy after you finish eating."

"I'll eat after I finish my work."

Mrs. Mo stared at him for a long time, then asked, "Are you unhappy?"

After being faced with such innocent eyes as a child, Mr. Mo did not find any reason to explain, and twisted his head and snorted gently.

Mrs. Mo saw that she had guessed it and immediately continued to ask, "Why are you unhappy?"

Mr. Mo said, "Think about it yourself."

Mrs. Mo began to think seriously, thinking about where he annoyed him, and a series of possible answers again, "Is it because I ate the watermelon you like?"

"It's you who loves to eat, but not me."

"Is that because my Shaoyu ate your melon seeds?"

"That's Shao Yu's favorite food, not me."

"It's because Aunt Xu, she didn't make you a small bun in the morning?"

She guessed countless times, but she couldn't guess the point. Mr. Mo was angry, "It's not Aunt Xu, it's not Qi Jian, it's not Sangsang or the neighbor next door, it's not them, it's not them!"

"Who is that?" Mrs. Mo couldn't think of it.

Mr. Mo looked at her and was really gritting his teeth, "It's you!"

"But didn't you say you don't like eating watermelon?" Mrs. Mo was very confused.

Mr. Mo grabbed her and carried her into his arms. Mrs. Mo was honest. At this time, she didn't move anymore and sat obediently on his lap. She hugged her, and then she felt much more satisfied and at ease. Mr. Mo's anger was relieved. Then he said, "Who made steamed cakes every day to ask me for tastes them. Now it's good. Steamed cakes are popular with everyone, so they won't leave them to me?"

"Ah!" Mrs. Mo suddenly realized that it was for this, "You want to eat steamed cake!"

Mr. Mo snorted softly again, such a proud person was unwilling to admit it completely.

Mrs. Mo patted his shoulder, held his face again, and said to him, "I left a big piece for you today. It's in the kitchen, which is even bigger than Shaoyu's one."

Mr. Mo was stunned, but he didn't expect she would leave him a copy. Mrs. Mo whispered, "Don't tell others, otherwise they will come to ask for it, shhh! This is the secret between us two!"

The ecstatic feeling came towards us. Mr. Mo had really gone from hell to heaven. A clear spring came from the bottom of his heart, and he felt cool and comfortable.

"Let's go and have dinner with me, everyone needs to eat..." Mrs. Mo jumped off his lap, took his hand, and took him out of the study.

At the dining table downstairs, there were not many people who had started their meal yet, and they were waiting for Mrs. Mo to invite Mr. Mo down.

Qi Jian looked at the time, "Ten minutes passed this time."

He Sangsang said, "It seems that he will turn over this time."

But I just wanted to praise Mr. Mo for being able to leap over the dragon gate this time, and he made a qualitative leap and dared to get angry with Mrs. Mo, but who expected that Mrs. Mo grabbed Mr. Mo's hands.

Shao Yu shouted, "On the eleventh minute, my dad won the battle."

Regarding his father and mother, Shao Yu felt that they were like a pair of old naughty boys. The mother here successfully invited her father downstairs, which only proved that his father was defeated in this war.

Mrs. Mo happily pulled Mr. Mo, who was reluctant, into the seat. The bowls and chopsticks were placed in front of him. She said happily, "You'll have a meal."

Mr. Mo also said, "Let's have a meal."

Then everyone had a meal together and everyone fell asleep at night. Mrs. Mo quietly took Mr. Mo's hand and came to the kitchen. Mrs. Mo found the kitchen cabinet, which covered the covered plate with a small bowl and handed it to Mr. Mo's hand.

Mr. Mo took the small bowl and saw that the plate was indeed filled with steamed cakes.

Mrs. Mo said, "It's not delicious if it's cold, I'll heat it up."

After hotting the steamed cake, Mr. Mo came to eat it again with a bowl and a plate. Mrs. Mo reminded him, "Be careful to burn it."

In fact, Mr. Mo was not hungry, but he still ate seriously and ate very carefully. He tasted so carefully, but he was afraid that he would miss the long-lost taste, but it was clearly just a day away. The two of them sat on the threshold of the yard, and the moonlight outside was very beautiful and fell into the yard.

Mrs. Mo asked, “Is it delicious?”
To be continued...