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

Mo Yuanji was also straightforward in his work. He handed over the construction of the restaurant to his eldest son, asked him to follow Wang Dongjia, and told his son to keep a good record of every account, and then left him alone.

Just like what my daughter said, Mr. Wang knew more about the business than them, and he was the one who paid the money first, so there was no question of him cheating the Mo family.

With Wang Dongjia around, if someone comes to cause trouble, he can help solve it.

Mo Yuanji focused on cooking and bought servants with cooking skills in advance. To run a cooking business, he had to have manpower in his own hands.

Mo Chenxi returned to the capital from the farm. She was thinking that He Wenyan should be back. It was the beginning of July now. He left in early April, and it had been three months. She hadn't seen him send a letter home. She wondered if he would bring Mrs. Jiang back with him.

She thought that if He Wenyan brought the old lady back, she couldn't drive her out, after all, this was the He family's house.

But she would not say another word. After her eldest son and daughter got married, she would take her youngest son and daughter back to live in the Mo family.

She can make money for her parents' home, and her sister-in-law won't look down on her.

In the past few months, without Madam Jiang around, Bao helped Jingyi with the household management, and Fan was pregnant and taking care of the baby. Although money was tight, they lived a comfortable life.

Although the second aunt He was a troublemaker, she rarely went back to her parents' home when the old lady was not at home, especially after Mo Chenxi confronted her that time, she never came back.

Mo Chenxi thought that being a widow was better than being a virtuous wife, but it was a pity that she was not a widow.

I envy Mrs. Wang, who can arrange her own life and go wherever she wants.

After a few months of easy life, she couldn't live with a annoying mother-in-law above her head.

No matter what He Wenyan thinks, let the He family live in love with each other. She, a daughter-in-law from another family, should not get involved. If she is unhappy, she can go back to her parents' home.

Just as I was thinking this, He Wenyan came back, looking exhausted. There were two of them, but the other one was not Mrs. Jiang, but a teenager of about sixteen or seventeen.

Mo Chenxi was a little surprised. She didn't know how He Wenyan had kept Madam Jiang and who he had brought back.

Did they make an exchange with the people in the ancestral home? Leaving an old one and taking a young one away?

This teenager looks a bit like He Shanluo. If He Wenyan had never returned to his ancestral home, she would have wondered if he was a son born to He Wenyan in his hometown.

He Wenyan briefly introduced that the person he brought back was He Shanqiao, the eldest son of his cousin from the ancestral home, who had already passed the imperial examination and became a scholar.

Needless to say, Mo Chenxi understood that he came to Beijing to study.

He Shanqiao knelt down and kowtowed to Mo Chenxi, "Nephew pays his respects to aunt."

Mo Chenxi said, "Stop doing this, get up and talk."

He Shanqiao stood up and behaved properly.

He Wenyan said, "Let's arrange for him to stay at my mother's place first."

Mo Chenxi sent Mother Wang to take He Shanqiao to the front yard to prepare bedding and other daily necessities.

After He Shanqiao went down, He Wenyan said, "Wait for me to find him a college. If he can get in, he can live in the college in the future."

Mo Chenxi hummed and glanced at his wife, who looked much better than before he left.

He added, "Mother will live in Xiangzhou for three years. After three years, the people from the ancestral home will send her back."

Mo Chenxi said, "I understand."

He Wenyan really wanted to ask: Can’t you tolerate your mother?

What his mother did before leaving was indeed infuriating, but on the way back to the ancestral home, his mother told him about the past, saying how hard it was for him to study as a child, and how his mother would wait for him to finish his studies in the evening and cook him a bowl of porridge or some dumplings.

In the winter, there was no money to burn charcoal, and his hands were frozen, red and itchy. His mother would scald his hands and feet with hot water every day. She had heard that boiling water with certain herbal roots could cure frostbite, so she went out of town and ran a long way to dig herbs, dried them and kept them for use in the winter.

He Wenyan remembered everything his mother said, so after he got married, he was very filial to his mother.

He complained a little about his wife. His mother was old and confused, but considering that she was her husband's mother and his son's grandmother, there was no need to force her to go back to her hometown.

It took over a month to reach our ancestral home. The road was so bumpy that my mother's legs were swollen. She had to lie down for several days before she could walk.

But what Mo Chenxi was thinking was, it serves him right. If your mother was like Madam Zhao's mother-in-law, maybe you could control your mother. She is not a bad daughter-in-law. What can she do to an old lady?

It's not enough to have a life of delicious food and drink, why do you have to make trouble? If your son is capable, he can buy you a big house to live in alone, and there is no need to travel thousands of miles.

So you deserve it.

He Wenyan sent one away and brought another back. Did he really think that he was just providing food and drink?

You're still not married at this age? Are you planning to get married in the capital?

What a wishful thinking.

He Wenyan saw that his wife didn't say much and didn't ask a single question. It was completely different from before. Even if he was away for two days, his wife would be busy and concerned about him. She would order the servants to boil water for him to take a bath, and order the kitchen to prepare delicious food for him.

The lady is now sitting like this.

He had gone back and forth so hard, thinking that when he came back he would see his wife's smiling face and have the warmth of husband and wife. Now she was so cold, he felt a little disheartened.

Thinking of this, he remembered what his third brother said to him, "Aren't you afraid that your sister-in-law will be disappointed with you and this family?"

He Wenyan sighed, feeling sorry for his wife in the past. He hoped that the couple could restore their previous warmth in the future.

He said, "I brought back some local medicinal herbs from my ancestral home. You can ask Doctor Zhang which ones you can use."

Mo Chenxi said thank you gently.

Only then did she remember that she needed to let He Wenyan take a shower and change clothes, so she told Mother Wang to prepare it while she went to the front yard to check on the guests from afar.

In the evening, He Wenliang was happy to see his elder brother come back. He sent someone to buy some cooked food, and the family sat together to have dinner.

It also allows He Shanqiao to recognize his family.

After dinner, He Wenyan called his third brother to the study to talk about returning to the ancestral home.

As soon as He Wenliang entered the room, he asked, "Why did mother agree to stay?"

He Wenyan said, "My mother fell ill on the way, and then I fell ill again. When I passed through a town, I met a fortune teller who said I would have a disaster soon."

He smiled. "Fortune tellers usually use this to scare people. Mother believed it and was so scared she asked if there was a solution. Who among those who can make money by fortune-telling from door to door doesn't read people's expressions, get along with everyone, and adapt to the situation? Mother was eager to tell him everything after just a few words. I deliberately led the conversation, so the fortune teller said that Mother had to live in the ancestral home for three years to avoid disaster for the He family. Otherwise, not only me, but the entire He family would be in trouble, and we would all be homeless and return to the ancestral home to make a living."

He Wenliang felt that his elder brother had been smart this time. His mother believed in these things the most. When she heard a fortune teller calling outside, she would call him in to have his fortune told.

"After returning to the ancestral home, my mother refused to give up and consulted a fortune teller. The fortune teller's predictions were similar, and she finally gave up and agreed to stay for three years."

He Wenliang breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt unfilial and guilty.

He asked, "What's the matter with that cousin? Are his grandfather and grandfather brothers or cousins?"

He Wenyan paused for a moment and said, "He is my grandfather's grandson."

He Wenliang was shocked.