The next morning, because there was no electricity, she had to buy dumplings. Jun Mohan didn't notice anything was wrong with her, so he mentioned it while eating the dumplings with his head down.

"I'm going to buy a car."

Wenxin hurriedly raised his head, swallowed the hot dumplings in his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and fanned the air with his hands.

Jun Mohan frowned slightly, "No one is trying to rob you, so why are you so anxious?"

"No, uncle, the last time you saved 100,000 yuan to buy furniture, it should only be 40,000 to 50,000 yuan! Last night, you used another 20,000 yuan, and you didn't even have enough money to pay the down payment when you bought a car."

"It's okay. I'll borrow some from my friend and buy a car worth 130,000 to 40,000 yuan."

“It’s more convenient to have a car.”

"Oh!" Wenxin had no idea. After all, the money was his, she couldn't make the decision, and they were not a real couple.

Seeing that she was silent, Jun Mohan said: "Have you passed the driver's license test? Let's drive together then."

Wen Xin said awkwardly: "No."

Jun Mohan frowned, "Take the exam while you're young."

"Okay, let's talk about it when we have time."

After dinner, Jun Mohan went to work, but she didn't go there either. He took leave and waited for the old lady to arrive.

It's about ten o'clock.

When the doorbell rang, she put down her phone, raised her mouth with her fingers, adjusted her mood, and walked toward the outside door.

With a "click", the door was opened.

Wen Xin smiled and said: "Grandma, you are here, please come in."

Old Mrs. Jun walked in kindly and said: "Girl, I miss you so much. Come on, I've brought the little master Congee. He is the person who connects you and Mo Han."

Wenxin then looked at the door, and it turned out that there was a child standing there. She thought it was an adult, but she didn't expect it to be a five or six-year-old child.

He is holding a wooden fish in his hand, his bald head is shining, his mouth is smiling, his eyelashes are very long, his big eyes seem familiar, and they are round and particularly smart. On his feet are a pair of monk shoes, and socks made of white gauze are wrapped with black silk thread.

He seemed like a child who was not in tune with the world, but he didn't expect to be the master his grandma called him.

Wen Xin fell in love with this beautiful boy at first glance. Apart from seeing his younger brother who was so beautiful, this was the first time she had seen a more beautiful child besides her younger brother.

Besides, she especially likes children because of her younger brother.

Wen Xin hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Little master Porridge, please come in quickly."

Porridge came in with a smile on his face and said, "Amitabha, you are very good. The little donor looks pure and has a good foundation. He has exquisite facial features, full nose, suitable lips, and a clear mind. At first glance, he looks like a prosperous husband, rich and noble.

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The little boy has a soft and waxy voice with a touch of masculine mellowness, and is wily and resourceful. Coupled with the little face with squirting milk, he is simply adorable.

Wen Xin couldn't help but pinched his face and said, "Thank you, Xiao Congee. Come in quickly and I'll get you something delicious."

Wen Xin held Zou Pou with one hand, closed the door with one foot, and then pulled Zou Pou into the living room. For the first time, Mrs. Jun was ignored. She pouted and was so angry that she didn't look like what she should be at this age.

expression.

But when she heard Congee praising Wen Xin and Wang Fu, she suddenly felt her eyes light up.

Wen Xin arranged for Porridge to sit on the sofa, and then took out all the snacks she had packed at the bottom of the box.

Originally, Xiao Zhouzhou was just sitting calmly, but when he saw those snacks that he had never seen before, he couldn't stop jumping for a moment. He even forgot all the words that the master usually nagged in his ears.

The master said, "We monks do not lie. We can only eat vegetarian food. Please remember this."

At this moment, he looked at the spicy strips, potato slices, shredded beef and pork rinds and swallowed hard.

"Eat! The porridge is delicious. Do you want to try it?"

Wen Xin tore open a pack of pig skins and moved closer to him. She did not regard this child as a monk. After all, he was growing up at such a young age. If the nutrition could not keep up, that would not be possible.

Moreover, this boy is so cute, how could his parents let him become a monk? He will definitely be a handsome boy when he grows up, but he will harm many girls.

Maybe his parents just sent him to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts.

Porridge looked at the pig skin, which was full of fragrance. His lips moved and his eyes lit up.

Warmly urging, "Eat!"

When Congee hesitated, Mrs. Jun hurriedly stepped forward to take it, "Girl! My little master Congee is a monk and can't eat meat."

"How can there be such a young monk? He can't even grow taller if he doesn't eat meat."

Porridge's ears twitched and his eyes rolled, yes! How can you grow taller if you don't eat meat? How can you beg for food if you don't grow taller?

How can you feed the master if you don’t beg for food?

If the master starves to death without rice, he will also starve to death. Isn’t it a pity for my brother to have this Feng Shui skill?

He hurriedly grabbed the pig skin from Mrs. Jun's hand and said: "Grandma Jun, Wen Wen's donor is right. If you don't eat meat, you won't grow taller. Anyway, I will leave the Shaolin Temple when I grow up. It doesn't matter if I return to secular life sooner or later."

Hearing what he said, Wen Wen was overjoyed. He was so cute. If her brother was still alive, he would definitely be as cute, handsome and smart as him.

Just like that, the porridge put down the wooden fish, lifted up its sleeves, lowered its head and started eating frantically, making its cheeks bulge.

To be honest, he has never eaten such delicious food in his whole life, especially the food from Shaolin Temple, which has no meat and no oil or water. He stared at it.

He had to eat enough today. Suddenly something occurred to him. He raised his head and licked his fingers and said, "Donor Wen, do these things cost money?"

"Pfft!" Wen Xin and Mrs. Jun looked at each other and smiled, waving their hands, "No, you can do whatever you want, that's enough."

"The donor is really kind-hearted, so I won't be polite."

After eating the food, he burped several times. His small lips looked so cute because of the oil and water that made them look so delicate.

Old Mrs. Jun whispered: "Little Master Zongzhou, can you read Feng Shui?"

Xiao Congee stood up, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then picked up the wooden fish and walked around all the rooms in the house. Then he looked under the balcony and knocked on the wooden fish.

Incomprehensible said: "The house is clean, well-ventilated, quiet, sunny, has a good layout, and has a clear financial system. It is a very good house, but..."

Warmly, Mrs. Jun hurriedly came forward and looked at him nervously.

"It's just that the northwest of this room represents the male owner, the southwest represents the mistress, the northeast represents the son, and the southeast represents the daughter."

"The mistress lives in the northwest of this house, the male master lives in the southwest, and the guest room lives in the northeast, which means that the two of them have no children."

"What?" Mrs. Jun was so anxious that she almost jumped up and down. She is 70 or 80 years old, and when she becomes nervous, she feels like she has rejuvenated her youth.

"Master Porridge, what you are saying is that the two of them live in the wrong room and have not prepared a room for their children, so if they continue to live like this, they will have no descendants."

Wen Xin frowned. Not to mention that what the young master said was quite accurate. He also knew that she and Jun Mohan lived in separate rooms. If the two of them share the same bed and don't have sex, there would be no children. It would be reasonable to have no descendants.

Congee said: "Yes, Grandma Jun is very smart."

Mrs. Jun was anxious, "Is there a solution?"


Chapter completed!