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

Mo Chenxi saw Wang Jingye holding the child and feeding him while eating, while Mrs. Wang was enjoying her meal herself.

The little girl ate whatever she was fed and never asked to be held by her mother.

Mrs. Wang saw Mo Chenxi looking at her daughter and said, "My daughter Xiangxiang is not shy. She can be held by anyone. She is like me and loves to eat. She is easy to raise."

Wang Jingye didn't like what he said and said unhappily, "What do you mean by easy to raise? It's just that our daughter loves her parents."

Mrs. Wang rolled her eyes at him. "She's only feeling sorry for me, her mother. Has she ever seen a father like you in her entire life?"

Wang Jingye immediately changed his expression and said with a playful smile: "Isn't this what you have seen? You will feel sorry for your father in the future."

He lowered his head and asked his daughter in his arms: "Is that so, my daughter?"

Wang Yuxiang stretched out her arm and tried to push the snack in her hand towards Nie Chengping.

Nie Chengping took it and ate it.

Wang Jingye...

No one looked at Wang Jingyu to avoid embarrassing him.

Mrs. Mo stood up and walked over to pick up Wang Yuxiang. "I'll feed her. Mr. Wang, eat first."

To change the subject, Wang Jingye told the story of the silk shop and then asked, "Who is Mr. Qiu San?"

Mo Yuanji said, "She is the brother-in-law of Prince Weixing. The daughter of the former hostess Chang Dongjia was given to him as a concubine. But later I heard that he chased her away, and the family of the mistress followed the hostess Wang Dongjia back to the ancestral home."

Mrs. Wang learned the whole story from her husband. She said, "That boss has evil intentions. He has to spend money on his own daughter. What good can such a sinister person do? He's keeping a mistress behind my wife's back. If I were his wife, I wouldn't hang myself. I'd drive him away to live with that mistress's family. I'd sell all our property and keep it for myself, not even giving it to my son. What if he ends up being filial to his good father?"

Seeing her husband still laughing, she said, "I told my sons at home that if your father spends a penny on other women behind my back, I won't argue with him at all. I don't want anyone else but Xiaowu. I won't go back to my parents' home either. I'll take Xiaowu with me and go wherever there's something delicious."

Wang Jingyu smiled and said, "As your man, I will never look for another woman except you. I'm afraid you'll slap my face with your feet and make it swollen."

He told the story as a joke, how his wife had kicked Mr. Qiu San and made him bleed from the nose.

Mo Yuanji saw that even after he knew that Mr. Qiu Sanye was the brother-in-law of Prince Weixing, his expression did not change, but he laughed heartily. This meant that the Wang family was not afraid of Prince Weixing at all due to their status.

Mo Xinzhi said worriedly, "Brother Wang, that Third Master Qiu is not someone you can easily mess with. He loves to hold grudges and doesn't care about status. He'll punish anyone who makes him unhappy."

Wang Jingye said, "I'm still afraid of that bastard of his. If he messes with me again, I'll send him to Liaodong to sweep horse manure."

He also said this on purpose, for fear that the Mo family would retaliate against him because he had offended Mr. Qiu Sanye.

Mo Yuanji did breathe a sigh of relief. The Mo family had already offended Mr. Qiu San and was indeed afraid of his revenge.

He took this opportunity to express his suspicion that the shop next door, where he had welcomed guests, was burned down by Mr. Qiu San.

Wang Jingye knew about this because the empress dowager told him, but he didn't expect Mo Yuanji to guess it.

"It's a pity that there is no evidence, otherwise I would have to make him pay compensation." He said regretfully.

When he heard from his cousin that time, he was not familiar with the Mo family. Now he thought, no matter whether there was evidence or not, he would always find a chance to extort some money from Mr. Qiu San.

Mo Chenxi was surprised that Mrs. Wang slapped Mr. Qiu Sanye's face with her foot. She didn't expect that Mrs. Wang, who looked like a petite and delicate woman, had such a skill.

"Mrs. Wang, do you know Kung Fu?"

Mrs. Wang said, "When I was little, I was in poor health, so my family hired a female boxer. As a result, I wasn't very good at studying, and my family didn't expect me to learn music, chess, calligraphy, or painting. At that time, all I wanted was to have a healthy body, get married, and have children."

She speaks frankly and says whatever she wants to say.

Wang Jingye continued his wife's words, "She gave me five children. The most satisfying thing in my life is marrying my wife. I will die without regrets."

Nie Chengping looked at his brother-in-law, and Wang Jingye immediately stopped talking.

The Mo family looked at the two uncles and tried not to laugh.

Seeing that they had almost finished eating, Mo Chenxi stood up and said, "I'm going to make noodles. There are two kinds, spicy and non-spicy."

Zhou stood up to help. She had been silent the entire time, and she was envious of her sister-in-law's free conversation with the Wang family. She always felt that the Wang family was not an ordinary business family, but her husband said she was just imagining things.

When the noodles were ready and served, Mo Yuanji asked for a spicy one. He wanted to try what his daughter said about using dried chilies to cook dishes, which made the dish more delicious the more he ate.

I didn’t feel very satisfied today, I just ate so much that I was sweating.

Wang Jingye first served a spicy dish to his wife, and then served the same dish to his brother-in-law. Seeing that his brother-in-law didn't look at him, he knew that his brother-in-law liked spicy food.

Mrs. Wang had almost finished eating and shared a bowl with her husband. Wang Jingye frowned. He was afraid of spicy food, but he still managed to eat it.

Seeing that Mrs. Wang didn't waste food, Mrs. Mo praised her, "I think Xiangxiang's mother has also suffered a lot. This is the right thing to do. Don't waste if you can. Dazhi's father said that wasting food will be punished by lightning. Farmers have a hard time growing food. My children have been together since they were young. If anyone doesn't finish their bowl, they won't be able to eat the next meal."

There was some left in Wang Jingye's bowl, so he ate it quickly.

No wonder Mo Xinzhi would take the leftovers in his bowl and finish them every time he saw them, which made him feel embarrassed and he didn't dare to order more dishes when he took him out to eat.

But when Mrs. Mo said that his wife had suffered a lot, he smiled secretly.

Apart from the hardships she had to endure while practicing martial arts, the daughters of first-rank officials were not treated as such in any other way.

After hearing what Old Lady Mo said, Mrs. Wang said seriously, "Auntie is right. The hardships I endured were unbearable for others. I woke up before dawn, ran hungry... to the kitchen to find food, and cried every night. But I got used to it eventually."

She was talking about practicing Kung Fu, but Mrs. Mo thought it meant that the family was poor and had nothing to eat. She glanced at Nie Chengping and guessed that the family was saving money to support the brothers' studies.

She lovingly picked up a chicken leg for Mrs. Wang and said, "Come home and eat more. The chickens are raised by my daughter on the farm. I will stew a chicken for you every day. My mother-in-law said that no matter how good ginseng is, you can't eat it every day, but chicken can be eaten every day. It's no worse than ginseng."

Wang Jingye recalled that Mrs. Mo had given a chicken to his cousin. It turned out that in the hearts of the Mo family, chicken was more valuable than ginseng.

Mrs. Wang was moved by what Mrs. Mo said. She thanked her sincerely, "Thank you very much, Auntie. I won't be polite then. I will eat chicken every day."

Old Madam Mo said lovingly, "Why are you being so polite? Just treat me as your mother. I'll make whatever you want. My cooking skills can't compare to my daughter's, so don't despise me."

Mrs. Wang smiled and said, "I don't mind. I'm not picky. I'll eat anything."

Wang Jingye didn't say anything at this time, knowing that his wife was sad. What Mrs. Mo said moved his wife again.

After dinner, they sat down to drink tea. Wang Jingye took out the things he had bought. The Mo family thought it was a gift to a relative, but when they found out it was for them, they were all stunned.