"Why is it the same? You're making money! It's so hard to make money outside. Do you have to cook when you go home? If ah Jue still asks you to go home and cook, why does this man marry? You've been married for a long time. You're not here to be a nanny. "

Chi Bingqing held Tong jiumo's small hand and held it gently. His eyes shifted to Tong jiumo's small hands. "Look at you, a pair of small hands are white and tender, but there are many knife marks on your hands. It must have been hurt by the blade when cutting vegetables?"

Tong jiumo's skin is white, so the scar is particularly obvious.

Chi Bingqing looked at it with a burst of flesh pain. "Dad, don't you have an old Chinese medicine friend who has an ancestral scar removing cream at home? Can this kind of scar for many years be removed? "

"Yes! Before I married your father, my legs were scalded with boiling water and left scars. Then your father gave me scar removing cream and I'll use it. " Grandma Mo said quickly.

Looking at Tong jiumo's injury, they all love to die.

"I immediately contacted my old friend and asked him to make some scar removing cream." Grandpa Mo took out his cell phone and called, "Hey, Lao Zhan, how are you recently? It's like this... My grandson ah Jue just got married, and my granddaughter-in-law... Well, it's the world famous chef Jiu, ah, isn't it? Your daughter and wife are also her fans? Ha ha ha, let me tell you, my granddaughter-in-law... "

Grandpa Mo boasted over there that he had a granddaughter-in-law and blew up all kinds of things.

Tong jiumo shook his head when he heard the speech.

"Mom, grandma, my hand is fine. It's nothing to leave some scars." Tong jiumo said with a smile.

"Why is it all right? Look at your hands, how beautiful! It's even more beautiful than those hand models. It's just a few more shallow scars. I feel distressed when I look at it! " Chi Bingqing said, "the scar removing cream won't hurt. Just use it for a period of time."

"Well... Thank you for your concern!" Tong jiumo's hospitality is difficult to resist.

"You're welcome!" Mo's four treasures said with a smile.

MoMA Sibao and Tong jiumo have been chatting happily in the living room, sometimes laughing and surprised.

Mo Qijue, who was busy in the kitchen, was attracted by the sound of talking and laughing outside from time to time.

He thought of it, but he was worried that Tong jiumo would be hungry.

Tong jiumo coaxed the four treasures of the Mo family happily, and then asked them, "Mom and Dad, grandparents, you sit and drink tea and eat first. I'll go into the kitchen and have a look at Mo Qijue."

"Oh, Mo Mo, just leave the kitchen to men. We'll be responsible for chatting." With that, Chi Bingqing drove both men into the kitchen.

"Yes, Mo Mo, just let them do this. Oh, you can't cook in the restaurant in the future. Just let the hired chef do it. You're just the owner's wife of the restaurant, not a worker." Grandma Mo said.

"Husband, don't you and dad go into the kitchen to help?" Chi Bingqing looked at Mo Wujiang still sitting on the sofa and urged him to say.

"I have a son. Just let my son do it." Grandpa Mo said jokingly.

Mo Wujiang looked at his father in surprise, but he quickly said, "it's all right. My son is busy in the kitchen. Just let my son do it."

It was Tong jiumo's turn to be surprised.

Does her husband have so little status in the stranger's house?

A little pathetic.

PS: ask for a monthly ticket~