The legitimate daughter in trouble became a mute wife of a peasant family

The Mo family was so happy that they couldn't help but smile. This thing is so delicious and can be sold. It's so good!

Mo Qinghe also thought it was delicious. Su Nanxi specially added more ingredients to his bowl of noodles to make it taste more delicious.

"This is called vermicelli. It can be sold together with steamed buns. It's not difficult to make, but it's labor-intensive. Do you think you want to make it?"

Zhao waved her hand, "We, the Mo family, have so many people, manpower is not a problem!"

Mrs. Qin also agreed, "Yes, I watched the mute mother do it, and the children can help with those tasks! It's not troublesome!"

The eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Mo were also brightened. Having more income for the family would make more money, which is a great thing! A family of more than a dozen people wants to eat and drink, and it costs a lot of money!

Mo Qinghe looked at the palm of his hand, and Su Nanxi's boneless little hand was scratching it. After he finished scratching, he looked up at him, and then he came back to his senses and coughed twice.

"You can add mung beans and peas to the flour."

Mrs. Mo nodded, "These are fine. They were dried in the sun before, and there are quite a few left. I keep them all."

Mo Qinghe looked at the palm of his hand again and said, "Whether the soup tastes good or not is also crucial. It is best if someone masters the production method to prevent it from being leaked and the market being taken away by others."

They didn't understand the market, but they probably understood the meaning. Remembering that the recipe for frying snails was leaked before, everyone knew it and agreed to do it.

The final decision was made by the Zhao family and the Qin family.

Mo Yunmei thought that Boss Mo was just talking and would not deny her food. As a result, she didn't leave any food before she finished her work. She cried and argued, but no one listened or cared.

After being hungry for two days, Mo Yunmei became a little more honest. In order to have food, she worked hard, hoping to catch up with the meal.

She ran into the kitchen and found that the pot was empty and there was no food for her!

She rushed into the main room again and found that everyone was eating something she hadn't eaten before. The aroma wafted up, and her stomach felt like it was drumming.

"Have you finished your work?" Boss Mo asked.

Mo Yunmei came back to her senses and nodded, "Yeah!"

Boss Mo pointed to a bowl next to him, "This is yours."

Mo Yunmei immediately rushed over, started eating it, and shed tears while eating it. It was so delicious! She almost didn't get to eat again!

Su Nanxi ignored her. She didn't take much and finished eating quickly. Others were still eating, but she couldn't leave the table. She was a little bored, so she simply picked up Mo Qinghe's hand and started playing with it.

Mo Qinghe was shocked. This man was not writing, but playing with his hands!

He pinched, pulled, and touched over and over again, as if he was trying to figure out Ziwu Chou Mao.

Do you want him to concentrate on eating?

He felt numbness in his hands, rushing to his head and towards his heart, making him uneasy. But at this time, he had to hold back and pretend as if nothing had happened.

One endures the hardship and the other enjoys it.

The others were enjoying their fans, and no one paid attention to the two of them. Even if they saw it, they thought they were communicating, which is how they usually do!

"Mom! I want more!" Mo Yunmei finished the bowl of noodles in three strokes, then pushed the bowl and shouted.

Mrs. Mo didn't even raise her head, "No more, one bowl per person."

there is none left? She is still hungry!

Mo Yunmei watched the others eating slowly, and she wanted to grab it and eat it! After looking around, he saw that Su Nanxi had finished eating, and couldn't help shouting again.

"Why don't you do more? I can't even eat enough. How do you do things? When you come to our Mo family, you have to serve everyone well. This is the basic duty of a daughter-in-law! If you don't give enough to everyone, what will you do next time? Be the last one to eat!”

Su Nanxi was playing hard. He had never touched such a good-looking boy's hand. It felt very good and he didn't hear what Mo Yunmei said at all.

But Mo Qinghe got angry, slammed his chopsticks on the table, and said coldly, "It's not your wife's turn to care whether you like to eat or not! If you have the ability to cook it yourself, no one will care about how much you want to eat! You are Don’t you have any arms or legs and need someone to take care of you?”

Everyone was startled, and then continued eating as if nothing was wrong.

Mo Yunmei also wanted to say that she didn't dare to say anything when she saw Mo Qinghe's cold eyes.

Su Nanxi was shocked by Mo Qinghe's words "my wife". Did he acknowledge her? Don't you dislike her being ugly and mute?

Do men also have the idea of ​​marrying a chicken and following the chicken, marrying a dog and following the dog?

Accepted?

Sensing Su Nanxi's probing gaze, Mo Qinghe turned to look at her with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Su Nanxi may not know that even if she puts on ugly makeup, she can't hide her big, bright eyes. Mo Qinghe liked her eyes very much, it seemed like all the colors in the world were in her eyes.

But Su Nanxi couldn't understand Mo Qinghe's eyes. She felt that he had always been very cold, with no expression on his face and few words. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or disgusted with her.

Perhaps due to reality, he had no choice but to accept her.

When things get better in the future, with his talent and appearance, he probably won't be able to accept this ugly wife like her anymore.

As a man, when you have money, your thoughts change, your heart becomes broader, and you can accommodate many people.

Especially in ancient times, three wives and four concubines were popular. Anyone who has some money wants to take a concubine and spread his business, it is still a kind of honor and honor! Poor people cannot afford concubines.

Therefore, Su Nanxi does not trust men, and she is not willing to give up her heart easily, even if she already has a husband.

The Mo family was really tired from cooking in the morning. They got up early in the morning and were busy with work. Fortunately, there were many people and they all worked hard and cooperated very well.

After the rice noodles are ready, when they arrive at the place, the soup will be added when the guests want it, so that it will not be muddy and sticky. After stirring evenly, it will be very fragrant.

The three brothers Mo Qinghe made more than a dozen pairs of bowls and chopsticks from bamboo. They were dried and processed, and they were not heavy. They also made small holes on the top of the bowls and chopsticks so that they could be strung together and made easy to carry.

No surprise, fans are also selling well. Accompanied by the soup, I felt full after finishing a bowl.

The people on the dock are doing heavy work, which consumes their energy. Only when they are full can they be strong. They prefer to eat rice noodles. But the bowls and chopsticks are limited, so they have to queue up and wait for others to finish before they can eat. Some people can’t wait and choose to buy steamed buns and eat them while walking.

After selling noodles for a few days, many people know about it and bring a pair of bowls and chopsticks with them to eat as soon as they hit it without waiting.

Seeing how popular they were, the four of them were so happy that they grinned from ear to ear. Fortunately, they wore masks so that others could not see them. The mute mother asked them to make this and wear it. She said it was hygienic and beautiful.

The Mo family asked Mr. and Mrs. Mo to make lunch. The children went to the mountains in the morning and came back for lunch. They took a lunch break after the meal. Everyone was very tired and got up too early.

Su Nanxi always brought a lot of things back to Mo Qinghe, almost all of them were food, and most of them were fruits, which he ate alternately.

Mo Qinghe took it and ate it every time. He just ate it without asking any questions.

"Big brother and second brother, you are doing business at the dock. Remember to send a breakfast to the steward there from time to time. If you are short-handed, they will be able to facilitate you if you have anything in the future."

Mo Qinghe looked at his palm again and really wanted to play with that little hand.

Old Man Mo agreed, "That's right."

Mo Laoer keenly captured the key words, "Did something happen?"