Male God Transformation Project [Rebirth]

Ling Zimo didn't think much, and sat beside his parents.

Just listening to the whole family chattering about their participation in the competition, although Ling Zimo was a little irritable and helpless, he still listened seriously.

Ling Hua held Ling Zimo's hand with a smile, and said, "Little Mo, we are actually very happy that you can participate in this competition."

Xiao Jingcui also agreed on the side: "Yes, yes, Xiaomo, counterattack, you also know that you used to be a bit withdrawn, but now you have taken the initiative to participate in the competition, of course we will not object."

Ling Zimo rolled his eyes silently in his heart, if it wasn't for this shitty task, he wouldn't have gone there, throwing (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ and being able to know what's in Ling Zimo's heart at any time Ling Yun had already burst into laughter in his mind, jokingly said: "Hahaha... I can't do it anymore, I laughed to death, and I was praised..."

Ling Zimo's face was dark, and he said fiercely: "Shut up!"

Maybe it was because of being teased that he was a little unhappy. Ling Zimo didn't notice that he should use his mind to communicate with Ling Yun, but said it directly!

Suddenly, there was three seconds of silence in the entire room.

"What... what's wrong?" Xiao Jingcui asked in a daze, why did her son say such words suddenly?And his complexion is so bad?

"Ah... no no no..." Ling Zimo hurriedly explained a series of explanations: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now and said the wrong thing."

Ling Hua smiled, with a face full of understanding, he said, "Are you too tired recently?"

"Hmm..." Ling Zimo naturally nodded happily when he heard such an explanation, catering to him.

Xiao Jingcui heard his son say this, stretched out his hand to stroke his arm, and said: "Then remember to pay more attention, Xiao Mo, the competition is about to begin. At this critical moment, your body can't go wrong."

"Okay—" Ling Zimo responded with a dragging tone.

The old man Ling Cheng stood aside without saying a word, squinting his eyes slightly, just listening to what they said, although he didn't speak, but everyone would definitely ask for his opinion when making a decision.

In the Ling family, Ling Cheng is the absolute authority.

"Master, madam, it's time for dinner."

While everyone was still discussing enthusiastically, the nanny poked her head in and reminded them that they could go downstairs for dinner.

"it is good."

Ling Hua responded and asked the nanny to notify the others, and then went downstairs.

Ling Zimo supported his grandfather Ling Cheng. Although the old man's body was fairly strong and his waist was not bent, but out of respect and care, he would take the initiative every time Ling Zimo was with his grandfather. Supporting Ling Cheng.

Ling Cheng hooked Ling Zimo's arm, and said softly, "Xiao Mo, I can tell that many family members don't have much confidence in you participating in this competition, not just your two sisters... ..."

Before Ling Cheng finished speaking, Ling Hua greeted him from the front and said, "Dad, everything the chef cooks today should be to your liking, come and taste it."

Ling Cheng responded and patted Ling Zimo's arm: "Little Mo, no matter what you decide, no matter what you want to do, I will support you unconditionally."

"Mm..." Ling Zimo said "Mm" a little at a loss, and watched his grandfather leave.

Ling Zimo didn't know what his grandfather meant when he said that suddenly, and he didn't know if he had other plans or plans...

Some helplessly scratching his hair, Ling Zimo stood on the spot with his head bowed, his long eyelashes covered his cheeks, a gray shadow was cast by the light, blurring his eyes.

No one knew what he was thinking.

……

During the meal, Ling Cheng, who was sitting at the top, seemed to want to bring their family closer together, and kept looking for topics for them to chat.

"Shu Yu, come back this time, is there anything you are not used to or not used to?"

Ling Cheng deftly deboned with a knife, cut open the steak in front of him, and continued: "If there is any, just tell Xiaomo directly, and let her solve it for you."

"I know, Grandpa," Ling Shuyu nodded, turning his eyes towards Ling Zimo, and said, "Little Mo is also very busy, so I won't bother him."

"Then what's the trouble? It's all a family, don't you think so, Xiao Mo?" Ling Cheng didn't want to let go of this topic so easily, and threw the topic to Ling Zimo.

Ling Zimo, who had rolled a forkful of spaghetti, was about to stuff it into his mouth, but when he heard what his grandfather said, he had to stop what he was doing, and said, "Yes, Grandpa."

The simple response has already made people see Ling Zimo's indifference and disinterest in this topic.

Xiao Jingcui also noticed it naturally, and in order to smooth things over, she said with a smile: "The French food cooked by the chef today is really good, not to mention the authentic taste, and it seems to be cooked according to Dad's taste."

Xiao Jingcui's "dad" is naturally the old man Lingcheng, not to mention how the old man is usually, this taste is indeed a bit difficult to serve.

I don't like salty ones, and I don't even like heavy ones. I like sweet ones, but it's best to have a little sour taste.

It is difficult for anyone to master this speed well, so the chefs of the Ling family have changed batch after batch, until the current team has come into the eyes of Mr. Ling.

"Um……"

Ling Cheng hesitated for a moment, and said, "The taste is really good this time, but you don't have to keep on me, let them make more of what you like, right?"

Hearing the old man's words, the whole family lowered their heads silently. The old man always forgets things when he is old. _(:3」∠)_

Hehehe... If you don't let me... you will die...

Ling Zimo even remembered that the last time his grandfather lost his temper because the food was not to his taste was last week's weekend - the only day he went home.

Probably because people pay more attention to health preservation when they get old. Since his [-]th birthday, Mr. Ling has never eaten medium-rare or even raw steaks.

But who knew, the new chef didn't know that day, in order to make the steak with excellent taste, he cooked it only half-rare and served it on the table, which made Mr. Ling so angry that he fired the new chef in minutes. By the way, he scolded all the people in his family.

Of course, it also includes Ling Zimo who occasionally goes home.

Ling Zimo felt deeply helpless when he thought of this, but at this moment, Ling Yun was still jokingly "helping" him remember in his mind.

"Oh~ I think it's so funny when I think about what happened at that time..."

"What a joke! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻" Ling Zimo raised the table and growled, but this time he remembered it and didn't growl directly.

Ling Yun didn't take it seriously, and continued to tease: "It's so funny! As soon as I came back, I was scolded bloody, hahaha..."

"It's something that has nothing to do with me. Who knew that the moment I entered the door, I was greeted with scolding and scolding. It's not a big deal," Ling Zimo complained to Ling Yun in his heart. It didn't slow down at all.

Ling Yun thought he agreed, nodded, and said: "The old man at that time was really scary, anyway, I didn't dare to provoke him."

"It's as if you can piss him off, or in other words, you can't do it at all!"

"Cough cough..."

Before Ling Yun could continue to refute, a coughing sound pulled Ling Zimo out of his memory, and Ling Yun didn't say anything more.

Looking up, it turned out that it was his father Ling Hua who was about to speak.

Ling Hua knocked on the goblet in his hand, the scarlet liquid flickered in it, it was really pretty.

"Ahem..." Clearing his throat, Ling Hua said, "Come on, let's have a toast together, for the 'Genius Youth Music Competition' that our little Mo is about to participate in!"

"chees!"

Everyone present briskly raised the glasses in their hands, raised their heads, and drank the red wine in the glasses.

While Ling Zimo wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel, the corner of his eyes drifted towards his two older sisters. Although they were both smiling and graceful, Ling Zimo knew that the people at the table, They all have their own ghosts.

"Okay, okay, let's eat quickly, or some dishes will not taste good when they get cold." Xiao Jingcui put down the wine glass in his hand, and said with a smile on his face as usual.

Ling Zimo struggled with the food on his dinner plate with forks and knives, but he kept thinking about other things in his mind.

"Ling Yun, tell me, does my eldest sister support me?" Ling Zimo thought for a while, and called Ling Yun in his mind.

Ling Yun also ran out to respond naturally: "Oh... you are just a person, you can do whatever you want, why don't you care so much?"

"Besides, even if she doesn't support you, you still have to do it. You have nothing to do with your mission as it is~"

Ling Yun deliberately said the words "helpless" in a melodious and eloquent manner, so that people would have the urge to kill him as soon as they heard it!ヽ('⌒メ)ノ "Hey, you little brat!"

"Hit me, hit me! Slightly, slightly, slightly..."

The dinner ended in such an atmosphere. Although it was peaceful and boring, it was more like the eve of a storm.