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

The Mo family was stunned when they saw Mrs. Wang gave them so many gifts.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. This couple is alike, both spend money like water.

Old Madam Mo waved her hand and said, "That's not possible. You can take it back when you go home. We have it at home, so you don't have to give it to us."

Mrs. Wang said, "Just now, Auntie told me to treat her like my mother. Why is she being so formal now? We have a whole family living here, and Auntie didn't say a word. The Mo family's daughter even cooked a table full of food for us. I just spent that useless money to buy something, and Auntie is still not happy. Then I'm angry."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Mrs. Mo quickly explained, "It's not that I'm unhappy, it's just...how can I accept so many gifts from you?"

Mrs. Wang burst into laughter and said, "That's happiness. I'm happy when Auntie is happy. I'm happy because I can't buy money."

Old Mrs. Mo didn't know what to say.

Mo Chenxi didn't know what to say. He understood what his younger brother Dazhi said, that he felt more comfortable spending money than always accepting Brother Wang's invitations, but he didn't have as much money as Brother Wang.

Mrs. Wang gave jewelry and fabrics to Mrs. Mo first, and then to Mo Chenxi.

"Sister, you made me some delicious food. I'm very grateful. I don't know how to do anything else, but this is just a token of my gratitude."

He gave another copy to Zhou and another to Mrs. Mo, saying that it was for the second son's wife in the Mo family.

She seemed to be relieved and said, "Even brothers should reciprocate. How can we live and eat for free at our brother's house? This way we can live comfortably and eat to our heart's content. Auntie said she treats me like her own daughter, so a daughter can't go back to her parents' home empty-handed."

These words made Mo Chenxi feel embarrassed. She was a daughter, but she always returned to her parents' home empty-handed.

She joked, "Sister Wang is better than my own daughter. I think my mother will dislike me from now on."

Mrs. Mo followed her daughter's words and joked, "That's right, you can continue to cook for your sister-in-law tomorrow."

Mo Chenxi stood up and saluted Mrs. Wang, "As long as sister-in-law doesn't mind my rough cooking skills, I will come here every day."

Mrs. Wang said happily, "I'd love to."

The woman spoke, but the man remained silent.

Wang Jingye thought about what Mo Xinzhi said to him, "I feel uncomfortable when you are always like this."

He asked why it was always like this, and Dazhi said that he was the one who spent the money. He felt uncomfortable because he always spent other people's money.

Wang Jingye took out a silver note and gave it to him, saying, "This is for you. You can pay the bill with your own money from now on."

Mo Xinzhi turned and left.

The next day he apologized to him and said that he could not speak, so he had to leave.

Wang Jingye was thinking that the entire Mo family would feel uncomfortable.

He understood the Mo family's mentality, he understood, and he was unwilling to say words of gratitude, but was willing to spend money.

His wife shared the same sentiment as him, thinking that the Mo family had allowed him to build a restaurant without interfering with him, and he had no way to repay them except by spending money.

Including his brother-in-law, otherwise he would not teach He Shanluo because he found it troublesome.

Wang Jingye felt that he had to explain it clearly, otherwise the Mo family would feel uncomfortable.

"Uncle Mo, Aunt Mo, I'm very happy that you let me build a restaurant according to my heart. I have wanted to build a restaurant for a long time. I built it myself. What my wife said is just a waste of time. If I let others build it, they would treat me like a lunatic, or interfere with me, asking me to do this and that, which makes me feel uncomfortable.

"I'm so happy to meet you. My wife knows who I am and she understands me. I'm also grateful to the Mo family elders. We are so kind, so please don't feel bad about taking something from others for free. I know that feeling best. So, we'll spend our money and you can cook for us. We can both be happy and don't feel bad. Everyone is happy."

Mo Yuanji was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, remembering what his daughter had said: leave it to Wang Dongjia and don't interfere. Let him do something happily, and he will feel comfortable.

He also joked: "Then you will suffer a loss. How much money can you afford for the meal?"

Mrs. Wang said, "It's not a loss. Xiangxiang's father said that as long as I can eat happily, money is nothing. He has money, don't save it for him, otherwise he will spend it recklessly and give it to irrelevant people."

In fact, she only had one meal, and the food tasted good. I can’t say that she was very happy with the meal, but it made the Mo family feel happy.

My husband loves to say this word the most. He always says that he can do anything as long as he feels happy.

For dinner, we have hotpot.

Mo Chenxi had already prepared a small hot pot, one for each person. In ancient times, the pot was a charcoal-fired copper pot. Nowadays, some restaurants return to nature and use the old-fashioned hot pot.

There are two options: three fresh and spicy. She thought only she, Mrs. Wang and Nie Chengping wanted the spicy one, but unexpectedly they all wanted the spicy one.

Mo Yuanji said, "We're going to sell spicy food in the restaurant in the future. How can we get others to eat spicy food if our own family can't get used to it?"

Wang Jingye said, "Uncle Mo is right. I couldn't get used to it at first, but now I can eat a few bites."

Wang Yuxiang didn't come, Zhou was holding her in her room, He Shanluo went back to the He family, and there were only six of them.

The hot pot was steaming and the aroma of spiciness wafted out. Mo Chenxi waited for everyone to start eating and then he picked up a piece of chicken and ate it.

It’s a long-lost feeling.

Nie Chengping said something rare: "I think it's good. When we were in school, eating hot pot in the winter was convenient and warm. Spicy hot pot is even warmer and can help keep out the cold."

He said to Mo Yuanji very sincerely: "I heard from my brother-in-law that Uncle Mo is very good at growing vegetables. If you can cultivate seedlings and seeds, I will buy some in the future."

Mo Yuanji said, "Saying I'll buy is just a polite way of saying it. I'll keep a record of what you've grown, and you can take it back and find someone to plant more. It's a way to make a living, and just like your brother-in-law said, it makes me feel good too."

Wang Jingye laughed heartily. "Yes, it makes both of us feel comfortable. As for the dishes, I love putting mutton in the pot the most. A thin layer of it is so delicious."

Everyone was happy with the hot pot meal. Mo Chenxi didn't dare to add too much spiciness, just a little bit, so everyone could accept it.

She sincerely asked Mrs. Wang for advice, suggesting that she cook a few dishes every day and let Mrs. Wang taste them to see if the restaurant could retain customers by using these dishes in the future.

Some time ago, she sent people to raid all the shops selling kelp in Beijing, and made some homemade MSG using traditional methods. She didn't use it today, but planned to add it starting tomorrow and let Mrs. Wang taste it.

Mrs. Wang ate it for two consecutive days and praised it highly.

Mo Chenxi took her to Zuixianlou, and after returning, Mrs. Wang said: “I don’t think I did as well as you did, it’s almost there.”

Mo Chenxi smiled, almost MSG.

But she wouldn't tell you, everyone has a secret recipe.

When the Queen Mother knew that her cousin's wife was coming, she asked her cousin to meet her at the farm.

She mainly wanted to meet Nie Chengping.

Mrs. Wang was a little nervous. In the eyes of the Wang family, the Queen Mother was unkind and cruel, especially to the Wang family.

Just at this moment, something happened. Qiu Guanghao was beaten. He was put in a sack and punched and kicked, leaving his face bruised and swollen.

After beating him, he threw him at the back door of his house.

Qiu Guanghao was lying on the ground groaning, and was discovered and the news spread.

Mrs. Liao from General Xue’s mansion was wondering who did this?

Wang Jingye was also puzzled. Such a simple, direct and crude method seemed like something he would do, but he didn't.