Xiao Qingwen's little face turned red, and his steady appearance just now immediately became a layer of childish childishness. "Mom, don't kiss me anymore. I, I am all a little adult. If my younger brother and sister see it, they will laugh at me as the eldest brother again."

Lin Qingqing looked at her eldest son who made him look like an adult, reached out to touch the top of his head, and smiled, "In my mother's eyes, no matter how old you are, you are a child. Let's go and go downstairs with her mother to meet the guests."

Before the little guy could react, she had already taken his hand and walked downstairs.

When the mother and son came down, Mr. Xiao and the father and son of the Miao family sat in the living room.

The three of them sat quietly on the sofa, without any intention of talking.

"It's down. Just tell my grandson-in-law what you want to say. I can't help her with this matter. It's useless for you to tell me." As soon as Mr. Xiao saw Lin Qingqing, he immediately preached to the father and son of the Miao family.

Mr. Miao coughed slightly unnaturally.

Last year, this old man had to be more polite to him, but now, this old guy is less and less careful about him.

"Grandpa." Lin Qingqing came up and greeted Mr. Xiao who was sitting on the sofa.

Mr. Xiao nodded with a smile, and then waved to the great grandson who was holding her hand, "Qingwen, come here and go to practice calligraphy with grandpa."

Recently, he discovered that this great grandson was the best-minded person among the Xiao family for generations.

This great grandson actually has the ability to remember everything he has seen.

So during these days, in addition to raising two other great-grandsons and great-granddaughters, he also focused on raising this great-grandson.

Xiao Qingwen still wanted to accompany his mother at this time.

Usually, his younger brothers and sisters robbed his mother's attention from him, but as the eldest, he naturally could not robbed him with his younger brothers and sisters.

Now that his younger brother and sister are not here, he wants to feel more about his mother's concern.

"Great grandpa, can we practice writing later? I want to spend more time with my mother, okay?" The little eyes were a little cautious.

He is obviously a child who is only seven or eight years old, but his eyes are even more adults than adults.

Seeing this, Old Master Xiao suddenly remembered that the one who stood in front of him was a child who was only seven or eight years old. He forced them to do those things every day. Isn’t it too cruel to them?

"Okay, great-grandfather agrees. You three siblings don't have to do anything else today. Great-grandfather gives you a day off."

When Xiao Qingwen heard this, a happy smile immediately appeared on his little face, "Thank you, great-grandfather."

The Miao father and son sat on the sofa and were forced to eat a scene of a filial piety and filial piety.

At this time, the father and son thought of the grandparents and grandchildren of the Miao family. They all didn't know if they lived a good life too well, and the descendants of the Miao family became naughty, not like these children of the Xiao family.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt lost in my heart.

Seeing that the old man had his eldest son’s day off, Lin Qingqing immediately smiled and carried him to his lap and sat down.

Xiao Qingwen was startled and his two little hands clutched the corner of his mother's clothes, but his eyes showed a glimmer of joy, "Mom, I, I can actually sit by myself, mom doesn't have to hug me."

Although he likes his mother, he can hug him more.

But compared to these, he didn't want to make his mother tired.

Lin Qingqing didn't miss the little struggle in his eyes. This little guy is obviously seven or eight years old, but what he thinks is even more complicated than what adults do.

"But mom wants to hug my good son more. What's wrong? Don't you want mom to hug you? Or do you mean you don't like mom anymore?" As she said that, her fair and tender face immediately showed a pitiful expression.

After all, the child is a child. When the little guy saw his mother's sad face, he immediately believed it and hugged her immediately, explaining desperately, "Mom, I don't, I don't mean that, I want you to hug her. I really want you to change it. I really want you to, don't be sad, okay, otherwise, I'll let you hug you, you can hold it as long as you want."

Lin Qingqing curled a successful smile on her lips and hugged her little body tightly, "Thank you Qingwen, then mom will hold her for a longer time."

Xiao Qingwen, who was held in her arms, raised the corners of her mouth slightly. He liked the feeling of being held tightly by his mother.

The Miao father and son, who were forced to take a bite of the picture of a mother, a filial son, were really unable to bear it now.

Mr. Miao took the lead and interrupted the scene, "Well, Comrade Lin, we have something to come to you this time. Are you free now?"

Lin Qingqing stopped playing with her eldest son and looked up at the father and son.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I just forgot to tell my mother-son relationship with my son. I forgot about the two of you. You won't blame you."

They said apologies, but the father and son did not see any apology in her tone or actions.

Although the father and son were full of indignation, compared to this matter, what they had to say was the most important thing for them.

"It's okay, how could we blame it? We, the father and son, can see that Comrade Lin and his son are so kind and filial, have a deep feeling when we see it." Mr. Miao said these words with a calm face.

Lin Qingqing's mouth bent, and she had to admit that this ginger is still so spicy.

"Let's get back to the point, what's wrong with you looking for me this time?" She asked with a smile on her father and son.

When the Miao father and son heard that they finally told them to talk about the serious matters, the father and son both looked impatient.

"Comrade Lin, I heard that you are selling the formula, is this a matter?" Mr. Miao asked impatiently.

Lin Qingqing looked at their nervous faces, hesitated for a second, suddenly smiled and nodded slightly, "It's because of this, what's wrong? Are you interested in my recipe?"

"What recipe are you planning to sell?" Miao Fangtian asked immediately.

"Please stop bleeding pills, do you want Miao? If you want it, I can consider selling it to your Miao family."

"We Miao family want it, girl, please offer a price." Mr. Miao immediately chased after him again.

"Fifty thousand yuan is for the church. If you think the price is right, we can pay the money and the recipe is also used."

This price is also very high in this era.

Generally, no one can afford this price except for the big families in Beijing.
Chapter completed!