C119 (1/2)
The old man was indeed biased towards Qingli …
Qingge lowered her eyes desolately and said in an extremely low voice, ”Father, I understand. I will settle the matter of Qingli and Xi Muyao being injured.”
Lu Jinghao nodded his head, ”It's been hard on you, after the New Year, I will take you out for a good trip. You don't have to care about anything. ”
Qingge smiled, and then forced out a small curve, ”Thank you Dad, then I will go out first, you should rest early.”
After seeing Lu Jinghao's nod of his head, Love Song stood up and opened the door, leaving the room.
He coincidentally bumped into Mu Ziyang at the second floor staircase. Mu Ziyang was holding onto the model plane and was about to go downstairs.
Qingge called out to him, ”Yang Yang, where are you going?”
One of Mu Ziyang's foot was already on the stairs leading down, the other was on the second floor. Just like that, he maintained his distorted posture and turned towards Lu Qingge, while the voice of the boy rang out loud and clear, ”Mom, I'm hungry, I want to drink milk.”
Qingge nodded, looked at her son, and her expression softened a lot. She slowly walked over, and used her hands that were smeared with red nail polish to gently rub the thick top of Mu Ziyang's hair. Mu Ziyang's hair that was covered with red nail polish felt soft and itchy in Qingge's heart.
Her red lips slightly opened, and her voice was filled with a gentleness she had never heard before, ”Let's go.” Mother will cook your milk and drink it. ”
Mu Ziyang opened his eyes wide, and his pupils were filled with joy. Raising his head, he looked at Qingge and said sweetly: ”Thank you, mother!”
Qingge rubbed the top of his head hard, her hand sliding down the top of his head to scratch the tip of his nose, she said: ”Brat, let's go!”
As Qingge held onto Mu Ziyang's hand for the first time, Mu Ziyang couldn't help but cover his mouth and snicker happily.
Mu Ziyang followed Qingge in and out of the kitchen as he watched Qingli enter the kitchen. The servant that came to help was about to rush out of the kitchen and take out a box of milk from the refrigerator. He poured the milk into the milk pot and turned on the gas stove.
Just as the milk was boiling, Qingli immediately took the small milk pot out of the fire and placed it on the side of the counter, waiting for it to cool down slowly.
”Mom, can we drink?” Mu Ziyang tiptoed to look at the milk in the small milk pot.
Qingge shook her head, and pulled him down, ”Wait till it's cold, and when your hands are hot, you can drink again.”
Mu Ziyang puckered his eyebrows and pouted his lips. With both hands on the counter, he looked up at Qingge and asked, ”Mother, why not directly pack it and put it into the microwave oven? How fast is it? I'll be drinking milk soon! ”
Qingge patted his little head, ”I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Packing bags directly into the microwave can produce carcinogenic substances, which are unhealthy to the body. This hot milk not only kills all kinds of bacteria that lurk in the milk, but also denatures the protein, making it easier for you to digest and absorb it. ”
”Oh!” Mu Ziyang still did not understand, but he nodded his head vigorously and asked impatiently: ”Mom, can you drink now?”
Qingge touched the exterior wall of the milk pot, it was no longer scalding, she took out two glasses and poured the milk inside. The layer of cream on the milk wok was stuck to the inside of the wok.
Qingge carried the two glasses out of the kitchen and onto the dining table. She called Mu Ziyang to sit properly and then pushed the milk over to him.
Mu Ziyang raised the glass with both hands and drank in large gulps, he drank half of it in a single go, his upper lips were covered with white milk, his eyebrows arched and his eyes curved, he laughed: ”Mom, it tastes really good!”
Qingge took out a tissue and lovingly wiped off the milk stains on his lips, ”Drink slowly, no one is fighting with you for it.”
Mu Ziyang rubbed the back of his hand against the ground where Qingge had passed by, laughed ”hehe”, and drank the remaining half cup of milk in one breath.
”Do you still want more?” Qingge pushed the milk that did not move in front of him to Mu Ziyang. Mu Ziyang was currently growing up, so the little boy tried his best to be more vigorous. Naturally, he ate a lot more food as well. Drink this too. ”
Mu Ziyang tilted his head and looked at the untouched milk, then looked at Qingge and asked curiously: ”Mother, why don't you drink it?”
”I don't drink. If you drink milk at night, I'm afraid of getting fat, but you're still growing and need more nutrition. ”
”Oh!” Mu Ziyang earnestly nodded his head, he took the milk that Qingge passed to him, ”Mom is the prettiest woman I have ever seen, Mom isn't fat at all.”
Qingge's heart softened as she smiled gently.
Mu Ziyang had already drunk one cup, so he was not as impatient to finish the second cup. After taking a big gulp, Mu Ziyang held the glass with both hands and raised his head to look at Qingge who was seated opposite him. He lowered his head once again and stared fixedly at the milk in the glass, saying in a low voice: ”Mom, I really like little brother.”
Hearing that, Lu Qingge frowned, a nameless fire burning in her heart. After Bo grew up, he would have to compete with Mu Ziyang for his family's property. This Mu Ziyang likes his little brother. In the future, he would be merciful and give up his family property, not fighting over it anymore.