Chapter 3038 Is This Mouth Covered with Poison? (55)

This shows that his choice is right, and his previous patience is also right.

On the third floor, Su Qiao ordered hot pot base and a lot of dishes.

After a while, the pot and vegetables came up.

Looking at the small pot in front of him, Cen Mohan instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Qiao blinked: "You looked like you were facing a big enemy just now. Don't you think we have a pot and let you eat spicy food with me?"

Cen Mohan's face was a little red: "I thought hot pots were all spicy and oily."

He went abroad when he was very young, and he only remembered that he had a hot pot once when he was a child, but it was spicy and a lot of oil.

"You think too much. In many places, the pots are separated, and each eats its own. Some small shops also have Yuanyang hot pot, one side is spicy, the other is not spicy."

Sure enough, he is rich, and he doesn't even know what hot pot is.

"Cough, that's quite human."

In order to avoid embarrassment, Cen Mohan quickly helped Su Qiao cook.

"You just take care of yourself, my me will come by myself."

Su Qiao grabbed the task of boiling the vegetables, and skillfully picked up some of the more difficult ones and poured them in first.

Cen Mohan watched her every move. Whatever she poured, he poured it, and he didn't make any more jokes.

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On the other side, Wang Zhiyao had returned home in a state of despair.

The whole family gathered around and began to inquire about the results.

Wang Zhiyao sat on the sofa with depression all over his body, holding his head, looking irritable, and didn't want to speak at all.

"How's it going, you say it."

"I asked you to record, where's the phone?"

Wang Lingxi reached out and wanted him to take out the phone.

Wang Zhiyao raised his head and glanced at her, and lowered his head again dully, ignoring it at all.

"Didn't you record it?"

Wang Lingxi was a little disgusted.

What a waste of dim sum, such a simple thing can't be done well.

Mother Wang pulled her away and sat beside her son.

"What did she say? Would you still like to be with you?"

"Have you tried it, is the situation at her house true?"

Wang Zhiyao suddenly felt that they were noisy and annoying. He got up and shouted, "Mom, can you stop asking? Didn't you see me, I'm getting annoyed now?"

Mother Wang didn't expect her son to yell at herself for an outsider, with a look of injury: "You child, mother is all for your own good, otherwise why would mother bother so much?"

If it was in the past, Wang Zhiyao would have been moved, understood and tolerated, but now, when his mind is full of Su Qiao's 'my mother said, my father said' and so on, his mother is in charge of him like this, and he has to ask everything. , everything has to be decided for him, he feels particularly disgusted, particularly irritable.

"I'm already so old, don't I have the right to be free at all?"

"I have to listen to you in everything, so do I still want to get married? Do I still want to live?"

"If it wasn't for those excessive demands you made that time, Xiao Qiao would not have become what he is now, let alone ignore me. We are still fine now."

Mother Wang felt extremely uncomfortable, she clutched her chest and took two steps back, fell on the sofa, and looked at her son, whom she raised in one hand, with a hurt face.

Is this the son she is afraid of melting in her mouth, and afraid of falling when she puts it in the palm of her hand?

Just for a mere woman, treat her like this.

Father Wang quickly helped her back and comforted her.

Then he reprimanded solemnly: "You stinky boy, how can you say that about your mother?"

"How much did your mother pay for you? Not only are you not grateful, but you also accuse her like this. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"