Rebirth of military marriage: I married a handsome military officer

Mo Lanxi glanced towards the kitchen and found that the men in the Lei family were all good and good at cooking.

Qin Mingyue saw Mo Lanxi's movements and asked with a smile: "Do you cook at home or does Si Nian cook? Si Nian's cooking is pretty good. I have eaten it several times and it is delicious."

Moran Xi nodded in agreement: "Well, Si Nian's cooking skills are indeed good. He does most of the cooking when he is at home."

"Well, just let him cook. Otherwise, when he goes on a mission, he will have to rely on you at home and abroad. You are working too hard. You should let him do more housework while he is here."

After hearing these words, Mo Lanxi felt that the sister-in-law was quite nice. She asked maliciously: "Then the eldest brother usually cooks at home? Wouldn't the sister-in-law be able to enjoy the blessings?"

Qin Mingyue laughed without any hesitation, "We don't have so much time to cook by ourselves. We all eat in the cafeteria, but your eldest brother will cook occasionally during breaks.

Let me tell you, it doesn’t matter whether the man cooks well or not, you have to praise him to the best of your ability, otherwise he won’t have the motivation to cook for you next time. "

Mo Lanxi gave Qin Mingyue a thumbs up. Lei Lei on the side couldn't help curling his lips when he heard this. He was a man himself, why did he say such things in front of him.

He ran to the kitchen to complain to his father and Grandpa Mo. Lei Rui smiled and touched the top of his head and said, "It's okay, we are happy to cook for our family. You will understand when you grow up." Get out first, it’s dangerous here.”

When they were cooking the pot, Father Mo and the others enjoyed themselves very much. The meat here was really delicious, much better than what he bought in the market.

While Qin Mingyue was cooking meat for everyone, she said to them apologetically: "Uncle Mo, Lan Xi, I'm sorry, we can only take one day off, and we have to go back to work tomorrow.

You have to arrange your own time these days, but if you need it, we can ask someone from the family home to take you out for a walk. "

Lei Rui also said apologetically: "I'm really sorry. The institute is at a critical moment and we can't take so many days of leave."

Mo Lanxi said nonchalantly: "It's okay, we don't need anyone to accompany us. We can just go out and walk around by ourselves. The main purpose of our coming here is to accompany Xiaolei to see you."

However, you should be able to come back and stay with Xiao Lei at night, right? "Otherwise, they would just get together for one day, which would be too short a time, and their trip would be in vain.

Lei Rui said with a smile: "If you can come back in the evening, we have already said hello to the hospital. You can get off work normally these days. Let's have dinner together then."

"That's fine. We'll go out to have fun by ourselves during the day, and we'll have dinner together at night."

Early the next morning, Les Rui and his wife went to work, but left a car for Mo's father and his wife to use.

After breakfast, Mo Lanxi took the two of them out. On the way, she met a neighbor from her family's courtyard. She went up to say hello enthusiastically and made some conversation to see if there was anything interesting nearby.

After Mo Lanxi finished chatting with people, he returned to Mo's father and said, "Dad, I asked, there is a temple nearby, and many locals go there to worship Buddha.

I heard that you can make pottery by yourself there, let’s go and have a look. "She wanted to make some handicrafts to go back to.

Of course Father Mo has no objection. He is not familiar with it here, and it is the same wherever he goes.

So Mo's father drove the two of them and set off, stopping and stopping all the way, because the two of them in the car wanted to get down to see the scenery and go to the toilet, which made Mo's father lose his temper. , it was almost noon when we arrived at the temple.

Fortunately, Mo Lanxi asked if there were fasting meals in the temple here. When he got off the bus, he saw that it was getting late, so Mo Lanxi took the two of them to eat first, fearing that they would be late and not be able to eat.

The fast food was not delicious, but Molan Xi and the others did not dare to waste food and ate them all. Firstly, they were afraid of wasting food in the temple which is unacceptable, but they were also afraid that they would be in trouble later when they were hungry and had nothing to eat.

After eating and wandering around for a while, Mo Lanxi found a place for pottery making, which was also managed by the temple.

Seeing them coming, a monk stepped forward and introduced: "Dear donors, this is a place for making pottery. You can do whatever you like.

As long as the donor can make it, the temple can help bake it, and the finished product can be taken home. "

Mo Lanxi was very excited and wanted to start. Seeing Mo's father standing aside and not wanting to move, Mo Lanxi persuaded: "Dad, don't you try it? Isn't my mother still at home waiting for your gift? I must have made it by myself. more meaningful."

Father Mo looked at his daughter angrily. If she hadn't reminded him, would he have to think about what gifts to bring back to coax the old lady?

But even though he was slandering his daughter in his heart, he sat down and followed the instructions. After all, what his daughter said was right. Gifts made by hand have different meanings.

Each took a piece of clay, and the three of them started making it.

Not long after, Mo Lanxi stood up and pouted a few times to the side. After spitting out the dirt from her mouth, she said with a straight face: "Lei Lei, can you stop using so much force? Look, Look at you, the dirt flew towards me as soon as you waved your hand."

Lei Lei saw that the mud on his aunt's face was still not wiped off. It looked too funny. He suppressed his laughter and said a little embarrassedly: "Aunt, I understand. I promise I won't do this again next time."

Father Mo glanced at his daughter and said to Lei Lei: "Don't worry about your aunt, it's just a little bit of mud. She's making a fuss. Shouldn't you be mentally prepared for this?"

Mo Lanxi looked at his old father pitifully, feeling that he had fallen out of favor again, so he had to curl his lips and sit back down and continue working hard.

Mo Lanxi wanted to make a pair of ceramic dolls, but after failing N times, she shrugged her shoulders feebly and said, "Why is it so difficult? Look at other people, they can make them easily.

Look at my place again. No matter what I do, it’s just a ball of mud. Could it be that our mud is different? "

Looking at Mo Lanxi's suspicious eyes, the monk next to him quickly said: "This female donor, the mud in our temple is all the same. The reason why they made it quickly and well is because this is not the first time they made it. It’s already experienced.

When making pottery, the most important thing is to have patience, and when turning, remember not to go too fast or too slow. As long as you master this speed, you can do it. "

Father Mo next to him had already made a cup and started making another cup. The bowl in Lei Lei's hand had also taken shape, leaving Mo Lanxi who had not made anything yet.

Mo Lanxi was unwilling to give in. She immediately cheered up and vowed to be no worse than the two of them.