Spatial System: Make money by dressing like a superb mother-in-law

"No need, let him teach well in the academy to avoid distraction." Tan Zhengran declined politely.

She looked at the steaming cauldron and opened the lid.

The moment the lid of the pot was lifted, the aroma of the big bone soup came straight to my face.

Cheng Yue'er smelled the fragrance, and thought to herself that her mother-in-law was unreliable, and she was really good at cooking.

Next time, I won't question her mother-in-law again, and when her husband-in-law comes back at night, he will admit his mistakes to her husband-in-law.

Right now, the most important thing is to please her mother-in-law first.

"Mother, shall I go with you tomorrow? I'm afraid that Mother will be too busy alone." Cheng Yue'er couldn't miss the opportunity to express herself.

"Okay." Tan Zhengran scooped out a spoonful of big bone soup with a wooden spoon. She blew on the big bone soup. When it was not so hot, she took a sip to taste the saltiness.

The taste was just right, she asked Cheng Yue'er to put the fire on hold, and served her a bowl of warm big bone soup.

Cheng Yue'er took the bowl of big bone soup in Tan Zhengran's hand with a handkerchief, imitating Tan Zhengran's appearance, blowing first and then drinking.

"My lady, why are you so delicious?" Meng Dacong came back from Linyu College with a bowl in his hand, followed by a little boy who looked exactly like him, it was a perfect replica.

Without looking for the memory of the original owner, Tan Zhengran saw the shadow of Meng Dacong on the boy's face.

The little boy is the son of Meng Dacong and Cheng Yueer, eight-year-old Meng Jiayuan, who is studying at Linyu College.

Meng Jiayuan saw the corners of Tan Zhengran's mouth raised, with an amiable smile on his face, and shouted, "Grandma."

"Hey, it's far away from home, did you drink the fish soup that grandma brought?" Tan Zhengran asked.

Meng Jiayuan looked at Meng Dacong in confusion, "Father, you never mentioned to me that grandma brought me fish soup."

Meng Dacong said awkwardly: "I met the dean on the way to bring you fish soup. Let me be polite. Who knows that the dean is really rude, so I took it and drank it."

He didn't dare to look into Tan Zhengran's eyes. What his mother told him was not done.

"Give it to the dean, then give it to the dean, wash your hands and eat with Jiayuan." Tan Zhengran didn't blame Meng Dacong.

Meng Dacong was very surprised, he secretly called Cheng Yueer outside, and asked in a low voice: "You didn't make your mother angry, did you?"

Cheng Yue'er buried her head very low, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "I told you, my mother didn't pursue it."

No wonder he looked at his mother's smile like a weasel had entered the chicken coop with malicious intentions, and he dared to settle the score together.

"What are you doing to mess with your mother? My mother is holding her breath and has nowhere to say it. Why are you still on the pole?

In the past, I thought you were the smartest of the three daughters-in-law, why did you make such a low-level mistake?This should be something my sister-in-law often commits, right? "

Cheng Yue'er opened her mouth weakly, "Maybe I am possessed by my sister-in-law?"

"You pull it down, don't talk about it, it's useless, tell me all the conversations you had with your mother today, and I'll see if there is any possibility of saving it." Meng Dacong looked at Cheng Yue'er with a look of hatred in his eyes. .

Cheng Yue'er told Meng Dacong thoroughly, and Meng Dacong said after listening, "You shouldn't be allowed to get in touch with sister-in-law. After contacting sister-in-law, you will be stupid. The strong sister-in-law's tone between the lines really embarrasses me."

"Then I..." Before Cheng Yue'er had time to quibble, Tan Zhengran stood at the door of the kitchen, "You two are so dawdling that you don't want to eat, just talk about it."

"Eat, let's eat in the kitchen." Meng Dacong and Cheng Yue'er entered the kitchen.

He looked at the oily pancakes on the table, this was the key to his wife's talkativeness, and he didn't know if it was good or not?

With the precedent set by Cheng Yue'er, he held back in his heart and didn't dare to ask.

At this time, Tan Zhengran wrapped the burrito and gave him and Meng Jiayuan each a share.

Meng Dacong gave Cheng Yueer a look of embarrassment, Cheng Yueer ignored it, she ate the burrito wrapped by her mother-in-law before her husband, okay?

Meng Dacong was chewing the burrito and drinking the big bone soup in a bored manner.

Meng Dayan's mention of Tan Zhengran's desire to find Mu Yanqing to be his stepfather suddenly flashed through his mind, but it was no longer interesting.

It stands to reason that it is a good thing for his mother to become better, but when he connected his mother with shopkeeper Mu, his head hurt.

Shopkeeper Mu is a nice person, and it's not suitable to be with his mother. Regardless of other things, there is a big gap in age.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Tan Zhengran asked, "Da Cong, did you encounter any difficulties in the college? Tell me, mother, to help you analyze it."

"Mother, today I heard from the master in the college that I don't know whose mother has lost her husband and son-in-law for many years. She wanted to find a wife, but she fell in love with a man who was several years younger than her. What happened to that family? My son is worried." Meng Dacong compared himself from the perspective of others, hoping that his mother could understand what he said.

Tan Zhengran drank the big bone soup. For some reason, this version sounded like she was describing herself.

But she doesn't have a man she likes either. Thinking about it carefully, it shouldn't have much to do with her.

"Da Cong, you can't forcefully stop your fate when it comes.

There is a saying that is good, it is better to demolish ten temples than destroy one marriage.

The mother worked hard to bring up the children, and in her later years she wanted to find a companion so that she would not have to work so hard.

If the child is sensible, it should not be stopped. "

After hearing this, Meng Dacong felt that there were patterns in front of his eyes, and he was in danger of falling to the ground at any time.

"Mom, the son of that family supports his mother in finding a stepfather. The problem is that the stepfather his mother likes is several years younger than his mother." Meng Dacong couldn't accept the eight-year gap between his mother and Shopkeeper Mu.

Tan Zhengran said disapprovingly: "As long as you are not older than ten years old, you are not considered old."

What's wrong with being young?She likes younger ones, but it's a pity that she didn't have a sweet sibling relationship in modern times, so she went to ancient times.

After wearing it in ancient times, there is no chance.

Who can fall in love with her, who even has grandchildren?Unless that person goes blind one day.

That man is interested, and she is not in the mood to fall in love. The most important thing is to gain the favorability of Meng Dacong and others, and money can't be left behind.

As everyone knows, her casual remarks frightened Meng Dacong.

Meng Dacong thought to himself: It's over, it's over, shopkeeper Mu can't get away with being his father.

The same goes for his third brother, what are they doing to mess with his mother at a critical moment?

Now it's all right, if his mother doesn't go back to Mawei Village, she will have the opportunity to meet shopkeeper Mu often in the town.

"Mother, what do you think of Uncle Ruan?" Meng Dacong asked.

Tan Zhengran was slightly stunned, and replied: "It's okay, people are very warm-hearted."

"Mother, it has been three years since Aunt Ruan passed away."

Tan Zhengran rolled the burrito and said with emotion: "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, your Aunt Ruan has been gone for three years."

"Mom, don't you have any ideas?" Meng Dacong asked tentatively.

Tan Zhengran chewed on the burrito, "You have reminded me by asking this question. When I go back to the village, I will find a reliable matchmaker to match Uncle Ruan with you.

Da Cong, what kind of woman do you think Uncle Ruan likes?I have never had any contact with your Aunt Ruan either. "