Chapter 70: A lot of emotional points were spent again, I feel so sad!

Chapter 70: A lot of emotional points were spent again, I feel so sad!

"Oh, I hope Teacher Zeng can make a wise choice."

At this time, the two of them just thought about it for a moment, and then began to mourn for Zeng Xiaoxian's future life.

"Wait, Xiao Mo, do you mean that you plan to let Teacher Zeng's fans come forward and help Teacher Zeng get rid of Laura?"

“That’s about it.”

"Will this work?"

"I don't know. It depends on what Mr. Zeng chooses. We are just friends, not Mr. Zeng himself. There is no way for us to choose his own life for him, right?"

Li Mo himself was not sure whether he could succeed. After all, who could say for sure about such things? Now it was up to Zeng Xiaoxian to choose. After finishing this matter, Li Mo immediately changed his clothes and rushed to the hotel.

After all, he still had to have lunch with Jiang Lai's parents at noon today. When Li Mo arrived at the hotel entrance, he saw Jiang Haokun waiting at the door. This made Li Mo somewhat embarrassed.

"Xiao Mo, why did you come just now?"

"Ahem, Brother Jiang, there's a bit of a traffic jam on the road."

"Why, you were quite dark when you attacked me, but now you are being coy?"

"Brother Jiang, accident, accident..."

Listening to Jiang Haokun's words, Li Mo felt somewhat embarrassed.

"You've really changed so much from before. If it weren't for Jiang Lai, I wouldn't have recognized you. Let's go in first."

Seeing Li Mo's somewhat embarrassed look, Jiang Haokun smiled helplessly. Not to mention the relationship between the two families, even if there was no relationship, Jiang Haokun had no way to do anything about the relationship between Jiang Lai and Li Mo. He could only accept it. Moreover, it was Jiang Haokun who took the initiative to make the joke.

Hearing that Jiang Haokun didn't care, Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief and followed Jiang Haokun into the hotel's private room.

As the door of the box room opened, Li Mo saw his future parents sitting in the main seats. Compared with Jiang Lai and Jiang Haokun, the parents of the Shanjiang family were not much different from what Li Mo remembered.

"Uncle Jiang, Aunt Wang"

"Hey, Xiao Mo is here, come over quickly, come and sit down"

When they saw Li Mo, both Jiang's parents had eager expressions on their faces. Compared to the cold and indifferent people in the business world, the Jiang family and the Li family had an old friendship. They were old friends since they made their fortunes. Although they were no longer in the same place, they still had contact. In fact, there was no obvious difference in status between the two sides, so naturally they spoke more intimately.

Moreover, when Li Mo was a child, he often ate, lived and played at Jiang's house, and even slept at Jiang's house. Moreover, Jiang Lai was definitely the type who grew up naked, so naturally he was not so awkward.

"Hey, Uncle Jiang, this is a gift for you."

"Xiao Mo, why are you still trying to trick me like this?"

"Uncle Jiang, you are wrong. This is not valuable. I wrote this myself. I am a radio host, how can I earn any money? Even if I am giving this to you so that you can read it, it is also for you, Aunt Wang."

Seeing Li Mo taking out the gift from the package, Jiang Lai and Jiang Haokun were also surprised, wanting to know what Li Mo was taking.

"Look at you, kid. We're family, but why are you being so distant? What's going on?"

As Jiang's mother spoke, she opened a tightly sealed wooden box that Li Mo handed over. As the wooden box was opened, a fragrance wafted out, and Jiang's mother was stunned when she smelled the fragrance.

"Dingsheng Cake?"

At this time, Jiang's father smelled it directly, and a look of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

Dingsheng Cake is a kind of cake specially made by the people of Southern Song Dynasty to encourage the army of Han Dynasty to go to war. Because it has the two words "Dingsheng" on it, it was later called "Dingsheng Cake". This cake is light red, soft and fragrant, sweet and sticky.

Of course, this is just a kind of pastry, but it has some special meaning to Jiang's father and mother. It is a snack from their hometown. Moreover, with the development of the times, this very traditional snack is becoming less and less, and handmade ones are even less.

"Yes, I know this thing is hard to find, but luckily a relative of mine in my fan's hometown has this skill, so I specially asked him to make some."

"Good boy, you have a thoughtful heart."

Listening to Li Mo's words, Jiang's mother was also a little emotional, and her words were also a little touching. Jewelry, necklaces and other things are never lacking in a family like theirs. It's just a matter of price.

No matter how much money Li Mo gave them as gifts, he could just ask Jiang Haokun to give them gifts of the same value when he visits them. However, giving these things is the most precious gift. What they gave is friendship and care. This thought alone is enough.

"It's right. In fact, I think you two should put aside your work. There's no end to making money. You can enjoy life and food and go back to your hometown. It would be great. You can let Jiang Lai accompany you then, right?"

"Humph, if we let her accompany us, we will be so angry that we will die."

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

"Xiao Mo has really grown up. He is much better than the shy one before. Old Li got a good deal."

"Uncle Jiang, what you said is not good, my father would like to have a son like Jiang. If he didn't have a daughter, he would have married Jiang a long time ago."

"Ahem... I'll go get the food served."

Hearing that the topic was directly related to himself, Jiang Haokun immediately realized that if he didn't leave cleanly, the time would come to urge marriage. It would be wise to leave decisively at this time.

"This kid ran away again. It's just right. Let's take a look at Xiao Mo's handwritten words... Hmm? Xiao Mo, did you write this?"

When Jiang's father opened the scroll that Li Mo sent him, his eyes lit up. Jiang's father's unusual reaction also aroused the curiosity of Jiang's mother and Jiang Lai, who came over to observe.

Li Mo's handwriting is like a dragon swimming on the paper. Almost every stroke contains endless power. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, like twisted branches and eagle wings. Li Mo's handwriting is majestic and seems to break through the paper and soar into the sky. Every word seems to be given life, smart and full of charm, and the strokes reveal a kind of confidence and unrestrainedness. Watching his handwriting is like appreciating a magnificent landscape painting, which makes people feel excited and feel a unique charm. He has the style of a master.

Not to mention Jiang's father, even Jiang Lai and Jiang's mother, who didn't know much about calligraphy, could see that the calligraphy skills were absolutely superb.

"Haha, yes, I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Uncle Jiang."

"Your handwriting is really embarrassing, Xiao Mo, your progress over the years is really amazing, come on, tell me about it."

At this time, Jiang's father was more and more satisfied with Li Mo, and Jiang's mother also admired him very much. After the meal, if Li Mo hadn't taken the initiative to find an excuse to leave, he would have been taken back to the Jiang family for a good talk.

"Your performance today was great. I'm impressed by you."

On the way to send Li Mo to the TV station, Jiang Lai was generous in praising Li Mo. She was indeed very satisfied with Li Mo's performance.