After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 416 Mom can stand up now

Yu Jinwen's return made the Yu family extremely happy.

Listening to his dangerous experience makes everyone sigh.

He didn't say that it was Nan Song's parents who saved him, but that it was Qiao Leng's enemies who saved him by chance. Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu were fascinated.

"It seems like we are filming a Hollywood blockbuster."

No matter what, I'm lucky to be able to come back alive.

After hearing the news, the wives of Second Master Yu and Third Master Yu also rushed over. Seeing their lost nephew, they also cried with joy and decided to cook something delicious for Yu Jinwen to eat at noon.

When Yu Zeyu heard that his mother was going to cook, he quietly said to Yu Fanyin: "It's all our fault for the enchanting confidence we gave her. She really thought her cooking skills were very good. Now she's going to be embarrassed."

Yu Fanyin said: "It's okay. I'll go over and watch. Don't let her cook too much, so as not to waste the ingredients."

Yu Jiahang said: "Try not to let my mother cook it. I don't want to eat dark food."

The dolls were busy trying to stop me, but Master Yu and Master Yu said, "Why are you stopping me? I don't want to let them go to the kitchen next time!"

"That's right, if you don't want to eat it, I still want to eat it. I haven't seen my wife in the kitchen in 800 years. I don't usually get this kind of treatment."

The whole family was laughing, and the atmosphere was as smoky as a big house.

Mrs. Yu didn't go anywhere, she just stayed in front of Yu Jinwen, looking at her grandson with great curiosity.

"I look a lot darker and have lost weight. Other than that, there are no changes."

Mr. Yu smiled and said, "The hairstyle has also changed, and I even got a tattoo on it. It's very fashionable."

Yu Jinwen raised his head and smiled brightly, like a sunny boy.

Nan Song felt a little embarrassed.

The second grade behavior belongs to the parents, and the shame belongs to oneself.

"I'll see."

Mrs. Yu walked to the other side, carefully observed the pattern on Yu Jinwen's head, and squinted her eyes, "I'm so dazzled, Xiaohang, please bring my reading glasses."

"Hey, here." Yu Jiahang's legs were very diligent and he quickly handed over the reading glasses.

The old lady put on her reading glasses, placed them on the bridge of her nose, and lowered her head slightly, "Well, this pattern is quite unique, and it looks better than the little tiger painted on the head of the grandson of Lao Wang's family next door."

Yu Zeyu was laughing next to him, "Grandma, didn't you see that this is a Chinese character?"

"Is it a word? What word is it?"

The old lady didn't seem to notice it.

Yu Zeyu added: "It's the word 'praise'."

"Ode? Which ode?" the old lady asked again.

Yu Zeyu: "Nan Song's song."

"Oh, it really is."

The old lady suddenly realized, "Your brother has carved Xiao Song's name on his head."

"No."

Yu Zeyu said: "They were still holding hands when they entered the house. I thought Sister Nan had found a new partner. That scared me..."

Yu Jiahang came over and said, "It's true! The hold was so tight, it scared me a lot."

"..."

Nan Song listened to the cross talk for a long time and knew halfway through that it was for her. When he thought about it, he actually held Yu Jinwen's hand all the way.

I didn't feel it at the time, but now that I had calmed down, I felt that my palms were hot and it spread all the way to my face.

"Um...I'll go to the kitchen and have a look."

She ran away.

Yu Jinwen couldn't help but laugh when he saw her running away in a hurry like a little rabbit. She was so cute.

As soon as Nan Song left, Mr. Yu put a hint of seriousness on his face and patted Yu Jinwen on the shoulder. "You are also a person who has experienced life and death. There are some truths that I don't need to explain. I believe you already understand it. A friend in need is a friend indeed, and you must cherish the people in front of you."

Yu Jinwen nodded, his eyes full of determination, "Grandpa, don't worry, I understand. God has given me one more chance, and I will never waste it."

This lunch took a really long time to make.

Mrs. Yu's second wife and Mrs. Yu's third wife were really busy in the kitchen, and finally made the dishes with the help of Nan Song. Nan Songguang was busy repairing their dark dishes.

There was nothing she could do, she was really afraid that everyone would get food poisoning.

Finally, she met the kitchen killer who was scarier than her mother. Now she knew why Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu were so stupid.

It is not easy to grow up healthy and strong with such food.

When dinner was about to begin, Yu Jiahang went to the museum and picked up Director Wen and Mr. Nan.

Seeing the two elders, Yu Jinwen quickly stood up and greeted them, "Master, Grandpa Nan."

"You brat, I thought you had faked the corpse!"

Curator Wen touched Yu Jinwen all over his body. After making sure he was fine, he raised his fist and punched him hard on the shoulder. "I won't dare to be so scary again!"

Yu Jinwen covered his shoulders and smiled sweetly, "I don't dare anymore."

Mr. Nan held his pipe in his mouth, looked at the word "Ode" on Yu Jinwen's head, and narrowed his eyes, "Boy, who cut your hair?"

Yu Jinwen looked at Mr. Nan and knew that the person who knew the most about Nan Ningsong's handwriting in the world, besides Nan Song, was probably Mr. Nan.

You can tell at a glance that you can't hide it even if you want to.

But after all, Nanningsong and Luo Yin hadn't fully returned yet, and they didn't want to expose their whereabouts, so he couldn't tell them so rashly.

Just as he was thinking about what to say, Nan Song came over from the kitchen carrying dishes.

"grandfather."

She shouted, "You came just in time, dinner is about to begin."

Nan Song handed the dish to Yu Jinwen and asked him to take the old curator in first. She took Mr. Nan's arm and whispered in his ear: "It's my dad's name, and my mom cut the hair."

Mr. Nan stopped and stared at Nan Song without blinking.

"As long as you know they are not dead, I will tell you slowly later."

Mr. Nan didn't wake up until he finished the meal.

All I can think about is: My son is not dead, my daughter-in-law is not dead either... They are both dead, so good.

You're not dead yet you didn't come back early to see the old man, what the hell!

Sometimes I am happy, and sometimes I am angry.

The emotion is complex.

People at the dinner table were eating and chatting, just like celebrating the New Year. It is rare for people to be so complete.

Yu Jiahang and Yu Zeyu were eating almost the whole time, grabbing the food cooked by their mother with their father. It was the first time that they felt that the food cooked by their mother was so delicious!

I was so moved that I almost wanted to cry.

From then on, the image of mother in their minds became more glorious and taller.

When the meal was almost finished, Yu Fengjiao came back.

Looking at Yu Fengjiao walking in, the expressions on everyone's faces were even more surprising than Fengjiao.

Yu Jinwen had not seen his mother standing and walking for who knows how many years. He slowly stood up and walked towards her. This scene seemed like he was back when he was a child.

As a young child, he threw himself into his mother's arms with a smile and called "Mom" in a sweet voice.

"mom……"

The grown-up Yu Jinwen walked up to Yu Fengjiao, his voice trembling, "Can you stand up?"

(End of this chapter)