Dressed as a middle-aged mistress, I want to lie down every day

The Mo Family Restaurant has been built, but Mo Chenxi has never been there once because of her obsessive-compulsive disorder. If she went there, she would inevitably have her own suggestions and ideas.

If I don’t say it, I’ll feel uncomfortable. If I say it, it will seem like I’m criticizing Wang Dongjia.

Then she might as well not go and wait until everything is built, then she can go and see the ready-made ones.

During this time, Mrs. Wang also asked her how the restaurant was going. Mo Chenxi explained the reason, and Mrs. Wang smiled and said it was the same as her husband's.

Wang Jingye was very satisfied with his work. The restaurant had three floors in total. The first floor was for scattered seating with a small table. He said he could hire a storyteller.

The second floor is a private room, and the third floor is also a private room. It is the kind that can accommodate two, three or four tables, which is convenient for more guests.

He felt that he still lacked some calligraphy and paintings, and initially he planned to buy them. Later, when his brother-in-law came over, he saved the money and asked his brother-in-law to paint a few pictures.

How can I convince my brother-in-law?

He said it was definitely not possible, but his wife might not believe him. His wife was protecting his brother, and she would not force him if he didn't want to do something.

Wang Jingye thought that this matter should be handed over to Mo Xinzhi, because he looked a bit like his brother-in-law.

He said to Mo Xinzhi, "Look, I'm very satisfied with the restaurant. I've almost spent all my money. I originally wanted to buy some calligraphy and paintings, but I don't think I'll be able to afford them."

Mo Xinzhi said, "I'll buy whatever Brother Wang tells me to buy, but it can't be too expensive."

Wang Jingye said, "I have a free way, but you have to do it yourself."

Mo Xinzhi was shocked. A way to save money? Did he have to steal?

But he can't do this.

Wang Jingye didn't know what he was thinking about. He said, "Xiangxiang's uncle can draw. He can draw anything that looks like it. Go find him."

Mo Xinzhi said, "We can't let Mr. Nie help us for nothing. What does Mr. Nie like to eat? I'll bring some over later."

Wang Jingye smiled secretly in his heart. No wonder the Mo family wanted to open a restaurant. All the gifts the family gave to others were food.

He said, "Xiangxiang's uncle isn't picky about food, but he's loved tofu and bacon since he was a kid. Didn't you say your bacon is almost ready?"

Mo Xinzhi went back and told his father. It happened that Mo Chenxi had returned to her parents' home. She remembered that she had made smoked meat and smoked bean products at the farm before, as well as pig blood meatballs, a specialty of Xiangxi.

Pig blood balls are also called blood tofu. They are made into balls with pork, pig blood, tofu, chili salt, etc.

Mo Xinzhi went to the farm and brought back some. The smoked meat and smoked bean products were okay, he had seen them before, but the pig blood meatballs were a black mass, not very good looking.

Mo Chenxi showed a long-lost smile. This was her favorite. It tasted better than bacon when steamed and sliced.

First, the whole family tried it. Mo Yuanji nodded frequently, while Mo Xinzhi stared at the pig blood meatballs and didn't dare to pick up any more.

Seeing the good response, Mo Chenxi asked his eldest brother to deliver the gift and told him to invite Mr. Nie to the restaurant in person to see the scene and give free rein to let Mr. Nie paint whatever he wanted.

Mr. Nie was recommended by Mr. Wang, so he must be a good painter.

Mo Xinzhi went to Wang's house carrying two bamboo baskets, one filled with smoked meat and the other filled with pig blood meatballs and smoked tofu.

When Nie Chengping saw his brother-in-law and Dazhi coming in, he first smelled the bacon and his nostrils twitched.

Wang Jingye asked the kitchen to steam a plate first, and he brought it in personally.

"Chengping, try this. You've definitely never had it before. It's my first time eating it too, and it tastes great. This is the original flavor, and it would be even better if it were stir-fried with chili peppers."

There were chopsticks on the plate. Wang Jingye handed them over and said attentively, "It's freshly steamed. It tastes better when you eat it hot."

Nie Chengping didn't want to eat in front of outsiders, so he said, "Let's eat during dinner."

Wang Jingye picked up a pig blood meatball and held it with his left hand, saying, "Open your mouth quickly, or it will fall into my hands."

Nie Chengping had no choice but to open his mouth and eat.

At this time, the servant outside the door was looking for the master. Wang Jingye put down his chopsticks and said, "Take your time to eat. I'll be back soon."

Nie Chengping tilted his head and chewed the food in his mouth. When he turned around, he saw Mo Xinzhi looking at him with shining eyes.

"Mr. Nie, isn't it delicious? This is my first time eating it too, and it's so fragrant I almost want to swallow my tongue. My dad said this is a trial batch, and there's more to come. If Mr. Nie likes it, I'll send you more later."

Nie Chengping said, "No, thank you very much."

"You're welcome. I have something I'd like to ask you for help with. My father said that none of my family members can write well. I'd like you to write a few words and draw a few pictures for my restaurant. You can write or draw whatever you want."

Nie Chengping guessed that it was his brother-in-law who asked him to say it, and his brother-in-law was just making excuses to avoid him just now.

He was the person who least wanted to owe favors to others, not because he had eaten the smoked meat that the Mo family had just sent, but because the person opposite seemed to be called Dazhi. His wife and daughter came to accompany Lingxuan every day. Lingxuan didn't make a fuss about going out recently. She was more active during the day and slept well at night.

He agreed and followed Mo Xinzhi and his brother-in-law to the restaurant. This was his first time there, and he saw his brother-in-law's smug look waiting for his praise.

Nie Chengping asked, "What's the name of the restaurant?"

Mo Xinzhi replied: "Jiujiang Li."

Nie Chengping said, "Not bad, it's not bad. If the signboard is changed, it will be even better."

Mo Xinzhi didn't understand and asked seriously, "What are you changing the sign to? Is the store name not good?"

Wang Jingye rolled his eyes. He understood what his brother-in-law said because he had helped someone build a three-story brothel in Guanzhong.

His brother-in-law was mocking him.

Seeing Mo Xinzhi's sincerity, Nie Chengping explained, "That's not what I meant. The name of the shop is very good. It comes from: The wine is red like amber, and the river is blue like glass."

Wang Jingye said excitedly: "Chengping is still my confidant. I just read these two lines of poetry. Uncle Mo named Jiujiangli."

Nie Chengping didn't talk to his brother-in-law and walked straight into the restaurant. Wang Jingye winked at Nie Xinzhi and walked behind him.

The two of them have been together for a while and have some tacit understanding

Mo Xinzhi knew that Brother Wang wanted him to talk more, so he followed Mr. Nie inside.

"Mr. Nie, I've been a bit of a fool since I was little. The teachers at school said I wouldn't even be able to pass the exam to become a Tongsheng. My father said, 'You're just like what others say about you. Whether you pass or not, just try your best.' I really tried my best, but I only passed the exam to become a Xiucai. My handwriting is not good, and I can't draw even more. Mr. Nie, don't ask me. Even if you ask me, I can't tell you anything. It's up to you to decide what to write and draw."

Nie Chengping recalled that when he was young, some people said he was stupid. His mother said that those who said that to him were not as good as him. Why should he take to heart what those who were not as good as him said?

Nie Chengping said to Mo Xinzhi gently: "You are not stupid at all. Only those who are not as good as you would say that about you."

He saw Mo Xinzhi smiling, with joy in his eyes and a very sincere smile.

He wondered why his brother-in-law was willing to deal with the Mo family and take Mo Xinzhi with him every day. In his sister's words, this family allowed her to get in touch with the most simple people of ordinary families.