Chapter 1187 (2/2)
When he Xiaomei arrived at Xigang, it was the noon of Xigang. He Zikai and Cheng Nuo had already been waiting for their daughter at the airport.
After he Xiaomei got the luggage, he Xiaomei just came out and saw his parents.
He Xiaomei hurried forward and hugged her mother.
”Xiaomei, come back.” Cheng Nuo hugs her daughter excitedly and says.
”Well, mom, I miss you.” He Xiaomei replied.
”Mom wants you too.”
The mother and daughter hugged for a long time before they let go.
He Xiaomei hugs and greets her father again.
”Hungry or not? We're going home for dinner now. ” Cheng Nuo asked his daughter.
”Well, let's go home.”
Returning to Lishui Bay, he Xiaomei met aunt LAN and Bai Jing and hugged them. He Xiaomei felt warm and warm. This kind of home feeling could not be felt anywhere. It was warm and warm, with memories of her own growth.
”Bai Jing, are the meals ready?” Cheng Nuo asked Bai Jing.
”Ready, ma'am,” Bai Jing replied, ”you and Sir, and the little princess, have dinner together.”
”Well.”
A family of three sat in the dining room for dinner. Instead of sitting next to he Zikai today, Cheng Nuo sat beside his daughter and took care of her daughter.
He Zikai didn't care too much. He knew that Nuo'er was very happy when his daughter came back, so let Nuoer accompany her daughter first.
”Come on, Xiaomei, eat more.” Cheng Nuo said and put vegetables in the bowl for her daughter.”Well, mom, I'll do it myself, and you can eat it quickly.” He Xiaomei is eating delicious food, which can't be bought outside.
”You're thinner than before,” Cheng said painfully. ”When you're at home, have a good meal. I'll cook soup for you tomorrow. During this time, try to get fatter.”
He Xiaomei looked at her mother happily and nodded, ”well, when I was in Wangcheng, I missed your soup.”
”Then I'll cook soup for you every few days.”
”Good.”
He Zikai couldn't help saying, ”what about me? Do you want me to make soup for Xiaomei
Hearing he Zikai's words, Cheng Nuo happily looks at him on the opposite side. His eyes are full of love.
He Xiaomei also looked at her father and knew that her father and mother had always been very close. Just before dinner, mom sat beside her. She thought her father would not mind, but she didn't think that her father still cared as much as before. For her mother, she even ate her daughter's vinegar.
”Dad, if you don't mind, I can give you a third of my soup.” He Xiaomei said to her father.
”One third is too little, at least half.” He Zikai said that if she cooked the soup herself, she would eat half of it.
”Half is too much. My mother cooks the soup for me.”
Father and daughter began to argue.
Just after two words of argument, Cheng Nuo hastily persuades, ”OK, don't argue.”
Cheng Nuo looked at he Zikai, with several scores, ”Xiaomei just came back, why do you argue with her? I usually cook and cook soup for you at home. You should be tired of it. This time I cook a soup for Xiaomei, and you have to grab it. It's not my daughter's good father. ”
”That's it.” He Xiaomei echoed her mother and leaned to her side to prove that she and her mother were together.
He Zikai looked at his mother and daughter singing and harmonizing. He was helpless and did not intend to argue. However, he did not forget to answer Nuo'er's words, ”you can never eat the rice you cooked yourself, but this time, you won't be robbed by Xiaomei.”