In the end, Xiangling was taken away by her mother who hurriedly broke in.

And judging by her attitude, she might have to be taught a lesson when she gets home.

"Well, then the little kid is a child of the Xiaomao family."

Looking at the backs of mother and daughter, Mr. Bai stood in front of the warehouse door and yawned.

As people get older, it is indeed easier to feel tired.

"How about the kid?"

"Nothing, just a bit of a noisy guy."

The dark clouds on the horizon gradually dispersed, and the rising sun spread its rays of light onto the earth, making it hard to open one's eyes.

Bai Qiyun covered his forehead with his palms and looked forward until the two figures disappeared at the end of the street.

There are a few Jueyun peppers in the warehouse, and there are still a lot of things waiting for him to do. The school homework has not been finished yet.

When he thought of the violent female teacher in his private school, he trembled all over.

That guy's teaching ability is true, but his ability to teach people is even stronger. If he can't hand in his homework tomorrow...

When he thought of that scene, Bai Qiyun shuddered, ran back to the warehouse dejectedly, and continued to shake his head while holding his pile of books.

"Ah."

Looking at his somewhat embarrassed grandson, Mr. Bai smiled.

Watching these little kids can really make you happy sometimes.

"If the rain falls and the moon does not open, the wind howls..."

The boy's somewhat immature voice echoed in the huge warehouse. For some reason, it sounded a little helpless.

It was night, the lights of Wanmin Hall were turned off, and Master Mao, who had been busy all day, finally had time to take a good rest with his family.

Master Mao and his wife were lying on the bed, chatting about some family matters, while Xiangling on the other side was tidily organizing things on the floor for the start of school tomorrow.

Coinciding with the start of the private school term, the couple once again raised the issue of their children's education.

But at home, Master Mao no longer had the pleasant manner he used to treat guests, and his attitude was uncharacteristically low and tough.

The middle-aged man's big, calloused hands slapped the mattress hard several times, looking very fierce.

Xiangling often looked sideways, but in her opinion, her father's behavior was exactly the sign of his fierceness and inner trouble.

How could a person who usually doesn't dare to say anything to his mother suddenly become so tough?

The little guy curled his lips and continued to work on his task of organizing his schoolbag.

In complete contrast to the man's appearance, the woman leaned on the mattress and remained unmoved.

She flipped her fingers with interest, as if there was the most precious treasure in the world on them, and refused to look away.

But in fact she was just looking to see if her fingernails were scratched.

"I don't care, Xiang Ling must learn to cook!"

Master Mao, who looked unhappy, was breathing heavily from his nostrils, with his big hands clasped in his chest, and his will was firm.

Although the man's voice was firm, the woman was not to be outdone.

"Study, learn, learn. If there is anything to learn, you should study hard at this age. Going to school is the right way!"

She rolled her eyes at her husband, and then pretended that nothing was wrong.

"What age it is, and I still keep thinking about your things. Now I have to focus on studying and studying, and my life must adapt to the development of the times."

It seemed that Mrs. Mao was persuading her man sincerely, but in fact she was talking to Xiao Xiangling on the side.

As soon as the little guy who was packing his schoolbag heard that the conversation between the two was related to him, he quietly pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what they were going to do.

"What's wrong with me? I'm a cook, and my father is also a cook. My family has been cooking for generations, and no one is hungry."

It was obvious that Master Mao was not convinced by the child's mother's words. He stared at his eyes as big as copper bells and shook his head seriously.

"I didn't say not to let Xiang Ling practice cooking. We can wait until the child is older -"

"Older? There will be no time when the child grows up!"

As he spoke, Master Mao's voice rose unconsciously. He stretched out his neck, straightened his waist, and shouted loudly on the bed.

Perhaps she didn't expect that her husband would dare to yell at her directly for this, and Mrs. Mao was also a woman who did not give in to men.

His eyebrows tightened and his eyes glared angrily. The gentle and pleasant energy he had before completely disappeared, and he stared at Master Mao like a living tigress.

"Mr. Mao! Try calling me another one!"

Looking at his mother-in-law's sleeves that had been rolled up to her forearms, Master Mao swallowed secretly.

Even though he was big and round, if he really started fighting, even ten of him wouldn't be enough to beat his wife. She was a serious woman's soldier who had trained under the commander of the Qianyan Army.

As the saying goes, a gentleman takes revenge... Oh no, a good man does not fight with a woman. As a good husband in Liyue who knows manners and rules, he must know how to be humble. How can he let his wife suffer the injustice he has done?

In an instant, the momentum that had been built up so hard was released, and Master Mao seemed to languish.

Xiang Ling, who was squatting on the ground, knew what was happening even without looking behind her. She laughed a few times and continued to pack her schoolbag.

——Eh? Chef?

The girl's hand was interrupted by her thoughts, and some stinky guy came out of her memory and kicked her brain hard.

Her eyes became firmer with the memory, and now she had a bit of her mother's demeanor.

"I'm not..."

Sitting on the bed, Master Mao lowered his head and muttered. He was on pins and needles facing his wife, but he still felt that his daughter should learn to cook.

"I made a decision!"

Suddenly, the girl's shout interrupted the conversation between the couple, and Mrs. Mao looked at her daughter strangely.

The little guy was swinging his schoolbag with few books in the air, looking like a little lunatic.

If it weren't for the long black and blue hair hanging out behind her, others would have simply regarded her as a silly boy from some family.

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"ha?"

"ha!"

The couple said in unison, but one was surprised and the other was frightened.

Mrs. Mao, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, quickly ran down to the ground and hugged her daughter. She put her big hands on Xiang Ling's forehead and kept muttering in her mouth.

"It's okay, why did you suddenly go crazy?"

But the distance was so close, even if she lowered her voice, Xiang Ling, who was close to her mouth, could still hear her clearly.

The little guy struggled a few times in his mother's arms.

"I'm not sick! I told you, I want to be a chef!"

Feeling the resistance from the little one in her arms, Mrs. Mao quickly let go of her arms and let Xiang Ling out.

But she still looked at her daughter with a hint of worry.

"Don't worry about what your dad said, it's all nonsense."

"Hey...I'm still here."

Hearing this, the little guy shook his head.

Xiangling naturally understood her mother's good intentions, but she didn't make her decision because of her father's words. Her reason was actually very simple.

"What's that for?"

Otherwise, Mrs. Mao really doesn't know why her daughter suddenly wanted to be a chef today, even though she had promised to go to school.

Xiao Xiangling stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth.

"The guy I met today is a chef, so I want to be a chef too!"

That guy today? Ah, he’s talking about Xiao Qiyun from the Bai family, right?

Mrs. Mao thought of the scene where she went to the warehouse to capture her daughter and felt a little funny.

——What's going on? It turns out it's just a fight between children.

She just wanted to teach her daughter that she should not make such a rash decision on such a major life event.

But then she thought about it, anyway, this kind of boring fighting spirit will disappear after a few days, so it is better to use this "three minutes of heat" to educate this little guy and let her know that persistence is the best.
Chapter completed!