Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Mother

These past few days, Xu Zhu has been busy cleaning. First, she tidied up the yard and removed the weeds. Then, she carefully washed all the pots and pans in the main room and put the firewood in the corner. Taking advantage of a sunny day, she took out the quilts and clothes to wash and hang them out to dry.

Xu Zhu disdainfully shook the quilt, watching the cotton wadding fly out one by one. "Let me set a small goal first: when I have money, I will definitely buy a new quilt."

Li Baobao was diligently writing large characters on the ground outside. His mother said that these characters were his name.

To say that Li Baobao is so filial, why doesn't he help his mother with chores? That would be a real injustice to him. These past few days, he's done a lot for his mother. One minute he's washing the dishes, the next he's weeding, and then he's running off to get her a blanket.

After he broke two bowls and a plate, and then ruined the quilt, his mother "politely" asked him to leave.

Bang bang, bang bang bang

Is Madam Xu home?

Xu Zhu was wondering who was knocking on the door when he saw Li Baobao running quickly to check the door with her short legs.

Looking at her son's agile figure, she suddenly thought of a saying: Some people drift apart as they walk, and some legs break as they walk.

She covered her face; that was truly the first thing Xu Zhu thought of, she hadn't meant to say that to her son. But his little legs really couldn't handle that kind of speed.

A woman, about forty or fifty years old, walked in. She was dressed in a crimson blouse with a pleated skirt underneath. Her hair was styled in a high bun and adorned with a hairpin, making her look quite dignified.

Xu Zhu looked down at her clothes, feeling a slight pang of inexplicable inferiority. But then she straightened her chest and thought, "Hmph! Not as young as me."

"Oh my, look at him! Madam Xu, your son is getting more and more handsome. He's definitely your son, just as good-looking as ever." The woman said to Xu Zhu with a smile as soon as she entered the door.

"Listen to that, he praised two people so subtly right from the start, it's so comforting," Xu Zhu thought to himself. He then glanced at Xiao Bao, who was smiling like a chrysanthemum beside him.

"Not at all, you're too kind."

"Madam Xu, I've come to collect my things." The woman thought to herself that it was strange that Madam Xu was responding to her today; before, she would never say a word.

"Get something?" Xu Zhu appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was panicking. How would she know what it was, or where it was? What to do, what to do?

In the slightly chilly air, Xu Zhu's back was beaded with cold sweat. If she couldn't produce it, it would immediately expose the fact that she wasn't Xu Zhu. In ancient times, people were superstitious; if someone was treated as a monster, there was no chance of survival. They would most likely be burned alive.

"Baby, would you go get it for Mommy?" Xu Zhu suddenly thought of how, in modern times, when a star got tired of singing or forgot the lyrics, they would have the audience sing along with them, perfectly defusing the awkward situation. Xu Zhu secretly admired herself; how could she be so clever?

"Mother, why don't you go get it yourself?"

Just as Xu Zhu was basking in his own cleverness, Li Baobao uttered a remark: "Oh my, everyone was right, this brat not only screws over his dad but also his mom."

"Mother wants you to go," Xu Zhu said softly.

"Okay." Li Baobao used his short legs again.

"The child is four years old and not very good at walking yet. Let him walk more and practice." Xu Zhu lied without batting an eye.

Come on, son, let's hurt each other.

The woman: "..." Hehe, she didn't see anything wrong with her walking!

A short while later, Li Baobao carefully walked over, carrying a handful of things. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pile of purses.

Seeing that Li Baobao was struggling to carry the bag, the woman quickly bent down and took it from her. She counted the number of purses and took out about several dozen coins from her sleeve to give to Xu Zhu.

"These purses are exquisitely made, better than the last ones. I'll give you more money. Come back at the same time next time to pick them up."

Xu Zhu then understood why the original owner had a full two taels of silver. "I'm sorry, I'm thinking of not making any more after this batch of purses."

The woman said calmly, "Does Madam Xu think I didn't pay enough? You know sewing purses doesn't cost much. Madam Xu is greedy!"

She was very unhappy. It wasn't because she was a widow and orphan that they gave her extra money; they were simply ungrateful.

"I'm so sorry, it's not that I think the money is too little. It's just that I'm planning to start my own small business." Xu Zhu knew she had misunderstood and quickly explained. "Please forgive me."

The woman didn't say anything more. Anyway, since Xu Zhu didn't want to do the embroidery, there were plenty of other women who wanted to take the job. "Alright, then I'll take my leave!"

"Mom, why don't you make purses anymore?" Li Xiaobao asked curiously, clinging to his mother's leg.

"Does baby want to study?" Xu Zhu squatted down and looked at Li Baobao seriously.

"Is it like Er Gouzi, going to a private school?"

"Yes."

"Great! I want to go too! I want to go too!" Li Baobao danced with joy, spinning around on the ground several times.

"But Mother, what does this have to do with you not making purses?" Li Baobao quickly realized.

Xu Zhu clicked his tongue in admiration, no wonder he would be a villain who could rival the protagonist in the future, his reaction speed was extraordinary.

"Sewing purses won't be enough to send you to a private school; we don't have enough money. Mother needs to find another way to help you study."

"Mom, don't be too tired. Baby doesn't have to go to school." Li Baobao's little face was tense, her smile gone, her lips tightly pursed, and she said seriously.

"Mommy is so touched. But baby, studying is very important." Xu Zhu looked at her obedient son, her heart overflowing with joy. She completely forgot that the main reason she didn't want to sew the purse was: she didn't know how. That was a skill the original owner of this body possessed, but she didn't!

In the evening, Xu Zhu made handmade noodles for Li Baobao. She mixed flour and water by hand, adding water gradually while mixing. The dough had to be firm. She rolled it out thinly with a rolling pin, folded it, cut it into small strips, and stretched them by hand before cooking. She used chopsticks to pull each strip from the plate into the pot. These noodles had a chewy texture and were incredibly delicious.

Then I took out the sauce she made yesterday, mixed it all together, and it tasted amazing!

Li Baobao ate with slurping noises, sucking up an entire noodle with her little mouth. She took a bite of noodles and a sip of soup with sauce.

Seeing Li Baobao eating with gusto, Xu Zhu suddenly found the solution to the problem that had been troubling her for the past few days: how to make money.

In ancient times, there were no rice noodles, no various kinds of noodles with soybean paste, or vegetable noodles. Why didn't she set up a small stall selling noodles and rice noodles? Even if it wasn't very good, it would still taste better than boiled noodles today. Besides, her noodles tasted amazing. And her rice noodles were her secret recipe. In modern times, her cheating husband would come home every week to eat her rice noodles—that's how delicious they were!

Thinking of this, Xu Zhu picked up Li Baobao and gave her a kiss. She was truly her little lucky star.

Li Baobao ignored Xu Zhu completely and continued eating his noodles.

Aunt Zheng came over in the evening and told Xu Zhu that she was going to town to buy things the next day and asked her to decide what to buy.