Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

At about three o'clock on Sunday afternoon, Mo Zebei received a call from Zhou Ruoxin.

On the phone, Zhou Ruoxin was in a happy mood and her tone was flying: "My mother is making dumplings, and I want you and uncle to come over to eat at night."

Mo Zebei looked down at the question, turning his pen flexibly with his fingers: "My dad is not necessarily willing to go."

"Just tell your uncle that it's my dad who wants to drink with him." Uncle Mo has no other hobbies. He just likes to have a couple of drinks when he is fine at night.

When Zhou Ruoxin's family hadn't moved here from the old town, if nothing happened on weekends, Ruoxin's father would invite Mo Lin to come to the house for two drinks, but this kind of clinking activity hasn't happened much since moving.

"Then I will try," Mo Zebei put down his pen, "I'll call you back later."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Zebei got up and pushed the door out. Father Mo's bedroom was open and there was no one inside. Mo Zebei glanced at the study room. Father Mo might have written a calligraphy in it. She knocked on the door three times with her finger bones.

"Come in." Father Mo answered.

"Dad," Mo Zebei walked in. "Just now Ruoxin called and said that Uncle Zhou would like to invite you over for a drink in the afternoon."

"Um."

Mo Zebei touched the back of his head: "Are you agreeing?"

Father Mo nodded, his expression seemed to be happy.

"Then I went back to my house to do my homework?"

"Go ahead."

An hour before leaving the house, Father Mo took a special shower, freshened up, and changed his body to a comfortable, decent light gown and trousers, which looked very energetic.

Mo Zebei didn't expect his father to care about this invitation. When it was time for departure, Mo Zebei asked, "Dad, how are you going to get there?"

Father Mo didn't answer and asked instead: "Are you going to ride there?"

"Well, I don't like to take the bus."

Father Mo nodded.

The father and daughter each rode a bicycle to Zhou's house, sweating a lot along the way.

As soon as he entered the door, Father Mo was dragged by Father Zhou to the study to play chess, and Mo Zebei went to Zhou Ruoxin's bedroom, where Meng Yuanhao was also there.

The three of them ate some fruit and chatted for a few words. Mo Zebei used the excuse to go to the bathroom and sat on the toilet and sent a WeChat message to Mu Hanxi: Sister Mu, have you had dinner?

After two minutes, the other side replied: Not yet, I plan to do something on my own for a while.

Flushing the toilet and washing his hands, Mo Zebei turned to the kitchen: "Auntie, what kind of dumplings did you pack today?"

Mother Zhou was serving the fish and said with a smile: "It's sauerkraut pork. I learned it from the neighbor next door. I made it last time and it tasted pretty good."

Mo Zebei looked down and thought for a few seconds: "The last time I was tutoring at a sister's house, it was too late, and I had a meal at her house. I'm sorry, auntie, can I pack some dumplings for me, I will give her Send some..."

"Of course," Mother Zhou said with a loving face, "I'll be out of the pot in two minutes, and I'll pack it for you in a while."

"Thank you auntie."

"What are you polite kid..."

Mo Ze Beili waited for the dumplings to be made, and at the same time he lowered his head to edit a message: Sister Mu, don't cook, I'll send you some dumplings later.

Before even thinking of what to eat tonight, Mu Hanxi received another news from someone: Where did the dumplings come from, did Uncle make them?

Mo Zebei bent his lips and smiled: My dad and I are going to someone else's house to have a meal, by the way, we can help you with a meal.

The kid is kind of humorous, Mu Hanxi cuts and cuts, and finally asks: Is this not so good?

Mo Zebei first posted a cute expression, and then edited: No, my aunt longed for her culinary skills to be famous all over the world.

Mu Hanxi was thinking about the heat, afraid of her hard work and tossing, and couldn't bear to agree. Who knows that the little ghost seems to know her mind, bluntly she is only a few minutes away from Mu Hanxi, in the end Mu Hanxi did not I sneered at her, but let it go.

As soon as the dumplings came out of the pot and they were packaged, Mo Zebei couldn't wait to go out: "Auntie, I'm going, the food is ready, you can eat first, don't wait for me." She didn't forget to bring Mu Hanxi in such a hurry. Serve side dishes and dipping sauces.

"Slow down and be safe on the road."

"I know." Mo Zebei responded and opened the door to go out. Mu Hanxi and Zhou Ruoxin both live here in the new city, and Mu Hanxi is in the neighborhood next door to Zhou Ruoxin, not far away.

Zhou Ruoxin fought Meng Yuanhao in the bedroom for a while, and saw that Mo Zebei hadn't returned yet, and she couldn't sit still.

She went out for a tour, but did not find anyone: "Mom, have you seen Zebei?"

"Oh, she just left the house," Zhou's mother packed all the dumplings on a plate, "You help me put the rest on the table. It's time to eat later."

Zhou Ruoxin handled the dumplings in accordance with her words, and Meng Yuanhao, who was following her butt, also helped.

"Why is she going out?"

Mother Zhou turned around again to get the dishes and chopsticks: "Go to the study and call your father and your Uncle Mo to let them come out to wash their hands and eat."

Zhou Ruoxin didn't go to the study, and then Baba followed Zhou's mother to the cupboard, bending over and asking: "Mom, you haven't told me what Zebei is going to do."

"Let you go to the study to call someone, why are you following me?" Zhou Mu looked up again at Meng Yuanhao, who was also following him, and ordered, "Yuanhao, go call your two uncles."

Yuan Hao nodded, and went away.

Mother Zhou took the bowls and chopsticks and saw her daughter baba, before she replied: "Said to give dumplings to a sister. I had a meal at someone else's tutoring school and wanted to return the gift."

Zhou Ruoxin asked immediately: "Which sister did you say? What's her name?"

"I don't know it so well," Zhou mother walked around her sideways, "the same is true for you kid, why do you ask so much?"

Zhou Ruoxin ignored Zhou's mother's question. She wondered who Mo Zebei had gone to for tuition. Why didn't she mention it?

Five or six minutes later, Mo Zebei came to Mu Hanxi's door and rang the doorbell.

Mu Hanxi came over to open the door for her, and said grotesquely: "You really have no choice but to say that you don't have to send it."

Mo Zebei grinned, revealing her uncommon little tiger teeth: "It's very close, and Aunt Zhou said that the sauerkraut and pork dumplings are delicious, and I want you to try it."

Mu Hanxi only paid attention to Mo Zebei's two pointed little tiger teeth when she taught her the pronunciation of syllables. Now she grinned like this, which is quite cute.

Mu Hanxi bends her lips unconsciously: "Come in quickly."

Mo Zebei lowered his head to change his shoes, and followed Mu Hanxi with dumplings and side dish dip.

Mu Hanxi took out the dinner plate from the cupboard, Mo Zebei carefully poured the dumplings onto the plate, and arranged the dipping ingredients and side dishes one by one.

"This is what Auntie made herself. I have eaten it before and it feels pretty good."

Mu Hanxi praised her for her caring, but she didn't say anything on the face, fearing that the person would be embarrassed.

"You taste it soon." Mo Ze's northern eyes were bright and full of expectation, her expression as if the dipping sauce and dumplings were made by her.

"Sit down, too." When Mu Hanxi took the tableware, he deliberately took a pair of chopsticks.

Mo Zebei rubbed the tip of his nose with his back bone and sat next to her.

Mu Hanxi handed her a pair of chopsticks: "Let's try it together." This person must have not eaten either.

Mo Zebei felt that he was a little hot, and her palms were wet with sweat... She curled up her fingers before gently taking the chopsticks, and the two of them dipped the same dipping sauce.

"It's delicious," Mu Hanxi praised after taking a sip of the dipping sauce, "Auntie's craftsmanship is very delicate."

"Yeah." Mo Zebei heard the ripples in the heart lake.

Mo Zebei only ate one dumpling and put on chopsticks. She didn't know Mu Hanxi's appetite, and worried that she would not be able to eat enough.

"Sister Mu, eat slowly," she pushed the dipping sauce and side dishes towards Mu Hanxi, "I'm going back."

"Yeah." Mu Hanxi put his chopsticks down, wanting to send her out.

Mo Zebei knew what this person meant: "Don't give me away, continue to eat yours, it won't be good if it gets cold for a while."

Such thoughtful words made Mu Hanxi feel very comfortable: "Okay, then you will be slower on the road."

"Yes," Mo Zebei stood up, "Sister Mu, see you next week."

Mu Hanxi smiled: "See you next week."

On the way back, Mo Zebei was in a good mood, and he hummed an unknown tune, and only stopped when he approached Zhou's house.

Zhou Ruoxin opened the door for her, and as soon as she came in, everyone at the dinner table asked her to come and sit down quickly.

Mo Zebei responded and sat beside Zhou Ruoxin.

Meng Yuanhao next to him tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "Where have you been?"

"Something." Mo Zebei didn't explain much.

Meng Yuanhao didn't ask any more.

Zhou Ruoxin pricked her ears to listen to them, but did not hear any effective information.

Father Zhou said a few polite words to greet everyone with a toast, white wine from a man, juice from a woman and a child.

Everyone clinked glasses before they officially started to eat.

The meal lasted quite a long time. Father Zhou and Father Meng had been drinking there with vegetables and dumplings. The three of Mo Zebei and the others had to go back to school to study in the evening, and the three of them rode back with their schoolbags after six o’clock. School now.

Zhou Ruoxin was awkward all the way and wanted to ask about Mo Zebei's tuition. Who knew that Meng Yuanhao was buzzing like a bee, and Zhou Ruoxin didn't find the right time.

When parting, Zhou Ruoxin stepped on Meng Yuanhao's foot with anger.

Meng Yuanhao screamed and jumped, wondering how he provoke this grandmother.

As soon as Mo Zebei entered the back door, he saw that his cup was filled with water, and Du Chenxing at the side table hadn't come yet, it should be Qu Junzhi.

"You got the water for me?"

"Well," Qu Junzhi let her in, looking up at her, "have you eaten garlic at night?"

Mo Zebei was taken aback, and asked, "So great?" Auntie didn't put too much garlic in the dipping sauce, but Meng Yuanhao felt that dumplings and garlic are a perfect match. The more garlic, the more powerful the dumplings will be. He went to the kitchen to get a garlic, a bite of garlic and then a dumpling, and even if he did this, he shook Mo Zebei with him.

Qu Junzhi pretended to be disgusted and fanned his nose: "It smells very unpleasant."

Mo Zebei sat a little farther away from her.

Qu Junzhi felt a little funny: "Why are you afraid of ruining me?"

Mo Zebei smiled awkwardly.

After the meeting, Qu Junzhi deliberately moved the bench toward her, and Mo Zebei couldn't move after Du Chenxing came next to her.

It doesn't matter if you are close, but Qu Junzhi always asks her math problems at this time, and Mo Zebei has to tell her. In order to maintain his image, Mo Zebei had to cover his mouth and talk to her.

One of Qu Jun laughed as he listened, and he continued to tell her while laughing, and everyone around turned around and looked around in confusion.

After evening self-study, Mo Zebei, who got his mobile phone, couldn't wait to send a WeChat message to Mu Hanxi, describing today's embarrassment.

Mu Hanxi just finished calling her home, and when she saw her news, she couldn't help but smile, and replied: cute.

After editing the message, Mo Zebei walked downstairs with the shoulder strap of his schoolbag. Hearing the message prompt, he hurried to the corner of the stairwell and turned on his mobile phone to check it. Seeing Mu Hanxi's reply, Mo Zebei bit his finger back and sent it. A question in the past: Who said Sister Mu was cute?

Mu Hanxi only replied one word: you.

Whether it's you who are stunned to eat garlic together or you who are covering your mouth and talking at the same table, you are very cute.

Mo Zebei stared at the word, his face turned red instantly, and he started to get hot uncontrollably.