"Mianmian, how did you come in?" Mrs. Bai turned and looked at her daughter lovingly, "are you hungry? Would you like something to eat first. Ten minutes at most, I'll be ready here. If you are hungry, you can... "

"Mom, I'm not hungry." Qiao Mianmian walks to Mrs. Bai. She looks at some dishes on the table that haven't been cut. She pulls up her sleeves and says, "I'll help you."

"Go on, get out of here." White madam stretched out her hand to push her lightly, "you go out to wait to go, don't make a body lampblack smell."

"Mom, I have nothing to do anyway." Qiao Mianmian called a maid to come over and asked her to take an apron. She tied the apron and began to cut vegetables. "You always cook for me, and I make two dishes for you. But I'm not as good at cooking as you are, mom. Don't give up. "

Mrs. Bai saw her insistence and did not stop it any more.

Hearing her daughter say she wants to cook for herself, she said with a happy face: "how can mom dislike it? As long as you make it, no matter what you do, mom likes it. Mom just thinks you must be very tired when you just come back. She wants you to have a rest

"I'm not tired." Qiao Mianmian turned his head and laughed at Mrs. Bai, "Mom, I'm really not tired at all. I'll make the rest of these two dishes. You go and have a rest. "

Mrs. Bai looked at her skillful cutting action and felt a little sad.

If you were a daughter from another family, you would not be able to do these things.

Who is not to be waited on to grow up, even the kitchen never next time.

Not to mention cooking.

If Qiao Mianmian had been living in the Bai family, she would have no need to learn to do these trivial housework, just like the children who grew up in the honeypot.

Thinking about it, Mrs. Bai was more and more distressed for her daughter.

"Mianmian, why don't you move back for a while. In this way, I can take good care of your body. Our mother and daughter can get along for a few more days. Mom can't bear you to leave so soon. Our mother and daughter have been separated for more than ten years, and now you don't go home very often. My mother misses you and can't see you often. "

Qiao Mianmian can't make his own decision and promise Mrs. Bai.

She's not alone now.

What's more, she just promised Mo Yesi that she would accompany him well after this time.

If she lived in the White House for a period of time, Mo Yesi would feel uncomfortable even if she didn't say anything.

"Mom, I made an appointment with moyesi before. After my break, he took me abroad. I've broken his appointment once before. I don't want to break it this time. I'll always go home with you when I'm free, OK

There was a trace of disappointment in Mrs. Bai's eyes.

But she also knows that her request just now is a little inappropriate.

My daughter is married, not alone.

It's unrealistic for her to leave her husband and go back to her mother's home.

It doesn't make sense anywhere.

If Qiao Mianmian really agreed to move back, Mohist would have a problem.

"Ma, that is to say. You think I haven't said anything. " Mrs. Bai came forward, took her hand and said, "as long as my little seven is happy and comes back to see my mother occasionally, my mother will be satisfied."

*

After dinner, Qiao Mianmian took a nap to make up for it, and then left the Bai family.

She was tweeting in the car.

After Mo Yesi's microblog was sent out, the deterrent force was very strong. When Qiao Mianmian wrote the microblog again, he couldn't see the revelations.