The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

Mo Jinghong was touched. Only here in this world could he feel the warmth of home. Zicheng saw that his mother looked like she was about to cry, so he raised his little face and smiled, "Mom, Ah Cheng has lost weight too."

"Your face is still thin? You even have a double chin." Ye Xiuying smiled immediately, looked down at Zicheng, and reached out to pinch his little face.

Zicheng started to gain weight since he went to school. He was originally as thin as a little monkey, but now his skin has become whiter and he has gained a lot of weight.

Mo Jinghong reached out and touched Zicheng's head, and said with a smile: "I haven't eaten Aunt's cooking for a long time. Today I am lucky enough to have a taste of it."

"I'll cook a few more dishes tonight, and have a pot of wine. Our family will finally be reunited today..." Ye Xiuying felt that this was strange halfway through. Chuyi had already remembered his life experience and returned to his own home. He and Qingcheng were not husband and wife, so would they mind if they were called a family?

Mo Jinghong saw Ye Xiuying's concerns and followed her words, "Yes, our family hasn't had a reunion dinner together for a long time. Those who can drink can drink, and those who can't drink can eat more vegetables."

Seeing that he still treated this place as his own home, Ye Xiuying smiled with relief: "Yes, we are still the same as during the Chinese New Year. There are no rules for drinking. You can drink as much as you want, and go back to your room to sleep when you are drunk."

Wen Qingcheng thought it was beautiful, and smiled, her eyes unconsciously glancing at Mo Jinghong, who happened to be looking at her too. Their eyes met, and her heart was beating like a drum for a moment. "I'll go prepare the food with my mother."

"I'll go help too." Zicheng has always felt sorry for Ye Xiuying, afraid that she would be tired. He always felt that he had grown up, so he would share some of the housework after school.

Ye Xiuying felt that boys should study but also learn to do some things in life, otherwise they would become nerds if they could not take care of themselves except studying.

"You two don't need to go. Just stay here and talk to Chuyi." Ye Xiuying said.

Ah Falcon placed the sword on the table and said, "Aunt, let me help you."

"Ah Falcon, you've worked hard today, just sit there and wait for the food, the food is ready, I can handle it all by myself."

"Then I'll add some firewood to my aunt." Ah Falcon said as he went with Ye Xiuying.

Wen Qingcheng just felt that being with Mo Jinghong now was different from when he was a fool. She glanced at him secretly, then ran to help Ye Xiuying with a slightly red face.

Zicheng ran to Mo Jinghong, took his hand and led him to his room. "Chuyi, I want to tell you that I made a sword and a straw pony recently. Let's play together."

Zicheng mysteriously dragged out a wooden box from under the bed. There were many children's toys in it. He took out a straw pony and showed it to Mo Jinghong as if he was presenting a treasure.

"Look, Chuyi, this took me two days to compile."

Mo Jinghong smiled suddenly, took the pony and said, "Boy, your braiding is getting better and better. When you grow up, I will give you a real horse."

Zicheng stared at Mo Jinghong with his big black grape-like eyes, frowned and said, "Chuyi, why are you acting like an adult now?"

Mo Jinghong: “…”

"Haha, you kid." Mo Jinghong smiled and reached out to rub his hair.

In Zicheng's heart, Chuyi was just a kid who was taller than him and at the same level as him. Zicheng always regarded Chuyi as his brother and playmate. Now that Chuyi had recovered his memory, he would not act like a child anymore, so Zicheng felt that Chuyi had become an adult.

Mo Jinghong would definitely not play childish games with him like a child again, but he still listened to him patiently share his toys and his happiness. He also took out the toys he brought for him from the box, which were all some novelties from Kyoto, and Zicheng was dazzled by them. Knowing that he was going to school now, Mo Jinghong also gave him a set of four treasures of the study and many sets of books.

Zicheng was so happy that he kept jumping up and down. He wanted to go to Xiaomoli's house to find Xiaomoli's brother to play together, but he was reluctant to leave Chuyi, so he had to suppress his excitement and wait until tomorrow when he went to school to show his new pen and inkstone to Qige'er, Xiaomoli and the others.

"Zicheng, you have grown up and become a little man. When your big brother is not around, you must listen to your mother and big sister and protect your family."

Zicheng nodded solemnly, "Well, I'm grown up now, and I won't allow anyone to bully my elder sister anymore."

Mo Jinghong's expression was stern, "Did anyone bully your elder sister?"

Zicheng pouted, playing with the toys that Mo Jinghong brought him, and muttered, "They say my sister is a slut who was abandoned by her husband, an abandoned woman."

Mo Jinghong's face changed drastically, "Who said that!"

"Everyone in the village is talking about it. Last time, a matchmaker came and my eldest sister rejected her, so she started scolding my sister."

Mo Jinghong's face was as cold as ice. Wen Qingcheng hadn't told him about these things the whole day. She had always acted very happy. Why didn't she tell him about her grievances?

At that time, he was only thinking about going back to take care of family affairs and investigating the people who were chasing him. He didn't think about what his departure would bring to Wen Qingcheng and what kind of rumors she would face.

"Your sister must hate me to death." Mo Jinghong murmured. Otherwise, why didn't she write to him? She probably wished that I had never appeared in her life.

Zicheng opened his big innocent eyes and shook his head, "Eldest sister doesn't hate Chuyi. She often holds the wooden hairpin you gave her and cries in front of it. She treasures that hairpin very much, but never wears it..."

"You said your sister treasures that wooden hairpin? The magnolia hairpin?" Mo Jinghong felt both pain and joy in his heart when he heard Zicheng say that Wen Qingcheng often cried over the wooden hairpin and treasured it very much.

It turned out that Wen Qingcheng cared about him, otherwise why would she often cry over the hairpin he gave her? Isn't this just the sight of the object reminding her of someone? And the same thing happened to him in Kyoto.

Ye Xiuying's voice came from the kitchen: "Chuyi, Zicheng, wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

At this time, the whole house was filled with the aroma of food and the smell of meat wafting from the yard. The smell made Wen Yuxue, who was sleeping in the room, wake up from her sleep with hunger and start to whimper.

Mo Jinghong and Zicheng came to Ye Xiuying's room and saw Wen Yuxue turning over. Mo Jinghong went forward and picked her up.

"Be good, Xue'er."

Strangely enough, Wen Yuxue seemed to recognize Chuyi and actually stopped crying. She looked at Mo Jinghong and even stretched out her chubby little hand to touch his face.

Soon, the dishes were served and the family sat down. Ye Xiuying took Wen Yuxue and sat down. Wen Qingcheng poured rice wine into the cups, and Ye Xiuying said, "I know you are all hungry, let's eat."