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Mo Xiaomi passed by the small foreign building, through the glass window, and behind the mottled rain marks, the handsome young man was as quiet and noble as before, sitting at the desk reading a book.

The prince is far away from Mo Xiaomi. She just wants to hug the prince's rich man's thigh. Pull off a thigh hair, which is enough for her to pretend to be powerful.

When she got home, Mo Huihui was already anxiously waiting, but it was raining outside and the mud on the ground was slippery. She didn't dare to come out, so she could only wait in the kitchen while cooking. Seeing her daughter and her father came back, she finally felt relieved.

In the past, when I had dinner, I would bring the food to the main hall, but now it was raining, and the family of three decided to eat in the kitchen. Because it was heavy rain and wind, the kitchen was not hot.

After dinner, Mo Xiaomi helped her mother to the house to rest.

Thinking that the old man Zhou and a child were there, there was no rice at home, so he had to eat it, so he poured half a bag of rice, filled the newly steamed buns in the morning, and brought some dried radish and pickles fried by his daughter at home.

Mo Xiangshan was carrying rice on his back and couldn't carry the basket in his hand. After all, he was wearing a raincoat outside, so he was not very excited.

"Grandpa, mom is sleeping, I'll go with you." Mo Xiaomi helped carry the small basket, "And I left a small note for mom, mom won't worry."

"Okay, then grandpa will take you there." Mo Xiangshan said, "There is a little trouble now. Let's go and help them. When we have difficulties, they will help us."

"Yeah, grandpa, I've recorded it." Mo Xiaomi nodded repeatedly. Grandpa was teaching her how to deal with people. "Just like the Wu family, grandpa and mother helped them at the beginning, so they helped us when we were in trouble."

"Yes, that's it." Mo Xiangshan nodded, "Xiaomi must remember grandpa's words, anyway, it's just a simple task."

The road was slippery, and the grandfather and grandson didn't dare to walk fast. They could have arrived in a few minutes, but this time it took more than ten minutes.

Mo Xiangshan knocked on the door, but Mr. Zhou was cooking, but he was not in good condition, his face was red and he kept sneezing.

"Who?" Butler Zhou took an umbrella and came out of the kitchen and opened the door at the gate.

"It's me, Brother Zhou, Mo Xiangshan." Mo Xiangshan replied, seeing his granddaughter standing beside him obediently, he reached out to touch his granddaughter's head.

Butler Zhou was steaming rice. He guessed that Mo Xiangshan might have brought the rice, and he was very moved.

When I opened the door, I saw that not only Mo Xiangshan was coming, but Mo Xiaomi also had a basket covered with plastic paper.

"Oh, Brother Mo, you are so polite, Ah, Ah!" Before Mr. Zhou finished speaking, he sneezed several times in a row, his face flushed and feverish. He probably had a fever.

Seeing this, Mo Xiangshan followed Butler Zhou and said, "Brother Zhou, are you having a fever? Have you taken the medicine?"

"There is no myrrh at home, and my young master hasn't eaten yet, so I have to cook for the young master first." Butler Zhou explained, taking the person directly to the kitchen because the pot was burning in the fire!
Chapter completed!