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"I've really finished eating?" Mo Xiangshan remembered that he had only eaten a few bites of rice in the morning and had almost no dishes to move, so he was a little unbelievable.

"I really eat it, grandpa, I won't lie. Besides, I'm full, and I won't rob his food." Mo Xiaomi said, a little strange, "Grandpa, why have you kept asking me this question?"

"Haha, I said you finished delivering food to the little brother yesterday. Your Grandpa Zhou was a little unbelievable because his young master never finished a bowl of rice, and the dishes were only moved for a while or two." Mo Xiangshan smiled, "It seems that my Xiaomi must be cooking delicious, and that little brother would eat more."

"It shouldn't be the case." Mo Xiaomi said, "By the way, grandpa, our principal said that it will rain in the afternoon, so we won't let us go to school. If it doesn't rain tomorrow, we will go to school."

"You principal is so nice." Mo Xiangshan praised. Learning knowledge is important, but the safety of children is even more important.

When passing by the small foreign house, Mo Xiangshan went to Butler Zhou and said that the food was eaten by Gu Yanze. Butler Zhou wanted to go to Mo Xiaomi's house now and learn to cook.

Mo Xiaomi carried her schoolbag and a hat in her hand, looking upstairs.

The boy upstairs did not read a book today, but sat by the window and looked down.

"Brother, after reading the album, I will give it to you later, okay?" Mo Xiaomi smiled and said to the boy upstairs.

The sound is crisp and sweet, just as comfortable as eating iced watermelon when it is hot.

Gu Yanze nodded, agreeing.

Xiao Heiya is not useless. At least the food she cooks is delicious: the rice grains are moderately soft and hard, the most important thing is that the dishes are delicious and the soup is good.

Thinking of the little painting book I lent out yesterday, do you hope to let this little Heiya come again?

Maybe he felt it was too boring, so he teased this little Hei Ya.

When Mo Xiaomi returned home, her mother had already prepared the meal.

In the past, she would say that she would not let her cook, but her mother was just a person who couldn't stand it. As long as her mother's body could stand it, she wouldn't bother to say that she was mother.

After dinner, Mo Xiaomi finished reading the remaining books, wore a hat and said, "Mom, I want to go to my brother's house to return the books, and I will be back later."

"Huihui, you are at home, don't come out, I'll send Xiaomi here." Mo Xiangshan couldn't sit still, so he liked to chat with others. By sending his granddaughter, he followed him out to chat with Butler Zhou.

The grandparents and grandchildren came to the small western-style building at the entrance of the village and saw Butler Zhou killing chickens by the ditch at the door. It was estimated that it was an old hen that was no less than four kilograms.

"Haha, Xiaomi, my little brother is upstairs, go and have fun." Mr. Zhou said, killing chickens is too bloody and it is not easy for the children to see.

"Well, then I'll go and return the little brother's painting book." Mo Xiaomi said, and was about to turn around and leave when she heard Butler Zhou speak again.

"Xiaomi, can you make chicken soup?" asked Mr. Zhou. He wanted to cook some chicken soup and replenish it for the young master.

"Yeah, it's OK," said Mo Xiaomi, "My mother makes chicken soup, which is very nourishing."

When Butler Zhou heard this, he was very happy and said, "That's great. I'll pack it up later. Can you teach grandpa how to cook chicken soup?"

"Okay." Mo Xiaomi nodded, and was very excited.

Now it seems that the second stage has been underway, and it seems that using food as a breakthrough is very correct.
Chapter completed!