Travel through time and become the wronged stepmother

As soon as Mo Jinhe heard this, he became interested and immediately sat up straight in his chair.

"Heaven! Earth! Her elm-headed son has finally enlightened!"

He quickly took Yunzhu's hand and asked a series of life-threatening questions.

What's that girl's name, and how old is she? Where does that girl live and what is her family background like? What is that girl's character and temperament like...

When Yan Yunzhu heard his mother's series of questions, he didn't know where to answer them.

Ning Xiaoliu's gentle smile appeared in his mind unconsciously, and an imperceptible blush appeared on his face.

Then he scratched his head and looked at Mo Jinhe embarrassedly.

"Mom, that girl's name is Ning Xiaoliu. She should be a few years younger than the child."

"She works in a shop in the west of the city. She is smart, beautiful and gentle. The children like her very much."

"If I want to marry her, I don't want anyone but her."

Knowing a son is better than his parents, Mo Jinhe saw his son's appearance.

I knew that this child was probably serious this time, but her family background put her a little lower.

But if he really likes Wenzhu, it's not impossible.

Mo Jinhe figured this out and looked at Yan Wen Yunzhu with a smile in his eyes again.

"Does that girl know your thoughts? Do you know if that girl has feelings for you?"

When Yan Yunzhu heard this, a hint of bitterness appeared on his face unconsciously.

In just a moment, it turned into that dying look again.

He languidly recounted what he had confessed to Ning Xiaoliu yesterday afternoon.

When Mo Jinhe heard this, he couldn't hold it back for a moment. He picked up the embroidered handkerchief and covered his face and laughed.

"My son has said that you are a fool and you still don't believe it. How can anyone say this to a girl for the first time? I'll hit you lightly."

While Mo Jinhe was speaking, he did not forget to take a look at Yan Yunzhu's forehead.

Yan Yunzhu covered his forehead in pain and threw himself into Mo Jinhe's arms like a child.

She pouted and gently shook Mo Jinhe's calf, acting cute and coquettish.

"Mom! Anyway, the child is no longer Ning Xiaoliu. You don't want to be unable to have grandchildren in the future."

"You are a person who has been through this before, so please help me out."

Mo Jinhe stroked Yan Wenzhu's forehead and patted his back.

"Is this a way? It's not impossible. Just come over and I'll tell you."

Yan Yunzhu burst into laughter when he heard this and quickly got up from Mo Jinhe's lap.

"Mom, I knew you loved me the most."

Yan Yunzhu bent down and slowly brought his ear to Mo Jinhe's mouth.

The two of them started whispering, and Yan Wenzhu went from frowning at the beginning to nodding his head uncontrollably.

Finally, he bid farewell to his mother with a smile, called Chang and the two of them rode a carriage out of the house.

The destination is naturally the Johor Fu fast food restaurant opened by Jiang Luorou.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Roufu Fast Food Restaurant, they saw Ning Xiaoliu and his party riding a bullock cart to where they were going.

Yan Yunzhu thought about Ning Xiaoliu, whom he missed so much, how could he leave just like that?

He got on the carriage again, stuck his head out and told the driver: "Hurry! Follow the ox cart."

"Remember to be careful and don't let them find out."

As soon as Jiang Luorou drove the bullock cart into Zhuangzi, Lao Wangtou and the others greeted him enthusiastically.

She handed the prepared kites, snacks and a big fat pig to Lao Wangtou.

He asked Lao Wangtou to distribute the snacks and paper kites to the children on Zhuangzi to play with.

Then he pointed at the big fat pig, looked at Lao Wangtou and said: "Old Wangtou, take all the fat pig and vegetables to the main house."

"Cook a big pot of rice at noon to satisfy the cravings of the people in Zhuangzi."

A group of villagers led by Lao Wangtou heard that their boss was going to make a big pot of rice for them.

And it's not rice porridge that's so thin that a human figure can be seen in it, but rice with meat and vegetables.

Previous owners would just dig more out of their teeth.

He doesn't care about their life and death at all. How can he give snacks to the children and treat them to meals like the new owner does.

The villagers became more and more excited as they thought about it, and in the end they didn't know who started it.

He fell to his knees with a thud and said, "My boss, you are truly a living Bodhisattva in this world. God will bless you."

Immediately afterwards, the villagers fell to their knees on the ground like making dumplings, chanting this and that sentence constantly.

This frightened Jiang Luorou who was standing aside. She couldn't understand that just a simple meal could move these villagers so much.

Jiang Luorou didn't dare to let them kneel down again. She couldn't bear such a big gift.

She came to Lao Wangtou's side, bent down and stretched out her arms to help up his stooped body.

"Old Wangtou, what are you doing? I can't bear it."

After Jiang Luorou's kind words and persuasion, the villagers pulled the cart of things to the main house.

Their group also followed closely behind and came to the residence to join Zhao and the others.

Jiang Luorou brought a smaller set of tables and chairs, snacks, hot tea... from the main house.

I took Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Li and others to the peach blossom forest to enjoy the flowers.

Ning Xiaoliu and the others went to find some of their close friends in Zhuangzi, and they went to fly kites on the flat embankment.

Li Ming, Ning Zicheng, Wang Bao... they still have homework to do, so they stay in the main house to study.

Jiang Luorou and the others came to the peach blossom forest and saw the trees full of peach blossoms.

I instantly felt relaxed and happy, and even my mood couldn't help but feel a little better.

Finding a relatively flat place, several people worked hard for a while before setting up the tables, chairs, benches, tea and fruit snacks.

Jiang Luorou then followed Mrs. Li and the others and tied five-color paper on the flower branches.

When Mrs. Li said that she was worshiping a flower god, Jiang Luorou had only a vague understanding and had to obey the instructions obediently.

When the villagers see these peach blossoms, they naturally don't think of the right place for them to write poems.

Jiang Luorou picked up a peach blossom and quietly inserted it into Mrs. Li's head.

Zhao Di saw this scene when she turned around and pointed at Mrs. Li's head and started joking.

"Tiezhu's mother, she is really a middle-aged lady who still retains her charm. She actually outshines this peach blossom."

Sister-in-law Li touched her head and discovered the small sprig of peach blossom.

He immediately knew who was responsible, and immediately trotted towards Jiang Luorou.

"Mother Zicheng, stop and don't run away and see how I deal with you."

Jiang Luorou became playful for a moment, changed her usual appearance, and made a face at Sister-in-law Li.

"La, la, la, you come and catch me and I want it. If I don't catch it, I'll piss you off."

The two of them chased each other in the peach blossom forest, making everyone present laugh.

After a while, Mrs. Li lost her strength and sat at the table, breathing heavily.

Jiang Luorou stepped forward knowingly and handed over the tea.

Mrs. Li pretended to be slightly angry and took the tea, took a few big sips, and placed the tea cup heavily on the table.