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

Mo Chenxi returned to her parents' home the next day and met Mrs. Wang first.

She saw that Mrs. Wang was petite, a middle-aged woman with charming features and a tired expression. She was about the same age as her.

If women are classified by appearance, Mrs. Wang is fierce and majestic, Mrs. Wang is petite and dependent, and she herself is just ordinary.

Mrs. Wang is holding her daughter, who is about one year old. She looks just like Wang Jingye. I don’t know how her in-laws agreed to take her out at such a young age.

Mrs. Wang kept expressing her gratitude and said that her husband had caused trouble for the Mo family.

Mo Chenxi wondered if Mrs. Wang would express her gratitude if she knew that it was Brother Wang who first paid for the Mo Family Restaurant.

"Mrs. Wang, you are so polite. We should be the ones thanking Brother Wang."

Mrs. Wang had heard from her husband about the Mo and He families, especially how Mrs. He was possessed by the wife of the previous restaurant owner. She was curious and would ask about it when she got to know them better and had the chance.

"I heard from the child's father that Mrs. He is an expert in cooking. She even sent food to my cousin at the farm. I'm not that good at that. I can only eat but not cook."

When Mo Chenxi heard her talk about eating, his eyes lit up, and that look was as if to ask if she could make it for him to try.

You can tell at first glance that he is a foodie.

I can cook, and I love interacting with foodies. It gives me a sense of satisfaction.

Mo Chenxi said, "I can't say I'm proficient in it, I just know how to cook a few things. If Sister Wang doesn't mind, I'll go back to my parents' house tomorrow and cook a few dishes for Sister Wang to try."

Mrs. Wang immediately smiled, "I'm sorry to bother you. My greatest hobby in life is eating delicious food. This delicious food doesn't have to be expensive, just eat what you like. My child's father was because of him. He said that after we get married, he would take me everywhere and eat wherever we go.

"Who knew it was such a good idea? We got married and had children. We had the first, then the second, then the third, then the fourth, and this is the fifth. We didn't go anywhere. This is my first time in Beijing. I was worried about leaving my child at home when I was traveling so far, so I brought him along. My brother was worried too, so he came with me."

Mo Chenxi listened to her with a smile and found that Mrs. Wang looked like a little bird, but when she spoke, her tone was ups and downs and quite unrestrained.

She likes dealing with people with this kind of personality, the kind who speaks delicately, omitting half of their words, and speaking unhappily.

As they were talking, Zhou came in, carrying two large piles of food boxes.

Mrs. Wang's eyes narrowed even further when she saw this. "I didn't expect there were such delicious snacks in Beijing. My Xiangxiang loves the steamed cake the most. It's so soft."

Mrs. Wang said those three words: soft, not the sweet and sticky sound that people from the south say. She has a northwestern accent. The first soft is the third tone, and the second soft is the fourth tone. It reminded Mo Chenxi of traveling to Xi'an and eating mutton soup with steamed buns. The locals also spoke like that.

People in the northwest love to eat noodles, so tomorrow she will make some oil-splashed noodles, and it would be better if it had chili peppers.

Just as I was thinking this, Wang Jingye came in with a basket in his hand. He opened the lid and said, "Madam He, this is what I brought back from Yunnan and Guizhou. The Miao people use this to cook, and the flavor is very strong. I brought some back to let my wife taste it. Can you see if it can be used?"

Mo Chenxi thought it was Sichuan peppercorns or something like that, but when Wang saw the real thing, her heart stopped beating.

It’s chili peppers, dried chili peppers. Chili peppers are what you want most when opening a restaurant and cooking.

She thought about when to tell her eldest brother and ask him to keep an eye out for his father-in-law's family when they were escorting goods.

She knew that chili peppers first came from the south across the ocean.

Mo Chenxi tried his best to act calm and said, "I'll give it a try. I don't know how much Brother Wang brought back, so I want my father to try to grow some."

Wang Jingye said, "Two big bags. This is just a small part. I'll give you half later."

Mo Chenxi stood up and bowed deeply to him. "No need for Brother Wang to send me off. Just calculate the price and I'll pay."

Wang Jingye thought to himself, all of you Hui people with the surname Mo say this, and I know you are sincere, but you don’t have any money.

"I didn't spend any money on these, they were given to me by friends."

Mo Chenxi sat back, unable to suppress the beating of his heart. "Then I'll accompany Wang Dasao to stroll around the capital and try some unique dishes. I think delicious food should be eaten fresh from the pot. If you order it from a restaurant, the taste will lose half of its flavor after a long time."

Mrs. Wang nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I think so too."

Wang Jingye grinned, and he thought of his brother-in-law again, so he could find him something to do so that he wouldn't always target him.

He said to Mo Chenxi: "I heard from Dazhi that you want to find a teacher for your eldest son. My brother-in-law is a teacher."

He didn't say that his brother-in-law would be very picky if he taught students, otherwise, if he, a Jinshi, opened a private school, others would be scrambling to get in.

However, he was also grateful to his brother-in-law, so he closed the private school and accompanied his wife to the capital.

Of course Mo Chenxi was happy. He immediately sent someone to find He Shanluo and personally took him to the guest room to meet Nie Chengping.

Nie Chengping knew without asking that it was his brother-in-law who was finding him a job. When he taught students in his hometown, he usually started from the beginning. He did not teach those who passed the examination for being a scholar, as it was difficult to teach them.

The grandson of the Mo family is just a student, but they live in the Mo family, and they treat their brother-in-law as a benefactor, so let's teach him.

He agreed, but said, "I have a bad temper..."

Wang Jingye interrupted, "Not only does he have a bad temper, but he also speaks harshly."

Nie Chengping ignored him and continued, "If you can't accept it, don't tell me. Just don't come."

Wang Jingye interrupted again, "Most people can persevere. Only a few can't. But for those who persevere, it's easy to pass the exam."

He Shanluo's eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly: "I'm not afraid..."

What are you not afraid of? Are you not afraid of hard work?

People say he has a bad temper.

"I have a good temper. I will study hard with Mr. Nie. If I am wrong, just tell me."

Mo Chenxi was very satisfied with his son's answer. In ancient times, it was normal for a teacher to scold his students if he could meet a good teacher.

Nowadays, with the emergence of only children, every family treats their child as a treasure. In the past, every parent would tell the teacher: If my child is not obedient and does not study well, beat him hard.

Now, it’s hard to say.

Mo Chenxi asked her son to go out first, as she had something to say to Mr. Nie.

"Mr. Nie, I'm a woman and haven't had much education. I think knowledge is important, and comprehensive personal knowledge is also important, especially knowledge about life."

Seeing Nie Chengping's puzzled look, she was about to explain when Wang Jingye interrupted, "It's about cultivating oneself, managing one's family, and pacifying the world. Only when you manage yourself and your family well can you be considered a man and contribute to the court."

Nie Chengping directly scolded him: "Are you a man?"

Mo Chenxi was dumbfounded.

No wonder Wang Jingye said that he spoke rudely.