Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

"Woo woo..." The phone vibrated.

Accompanied by a cell phone ringing tone.

The sponsor picked up the phone.

The agent asked tearfully on the phone where the sponsor was. They had made an appointment with the director for dinner and the director had already arrived, so the sponsor was asked to go back quickly.

The financier responded and hung up the phone.

He turned around and warned Jiang Jiang to wait.

Jiang Jiang said indifferently, "Sir, take care."

The bodyguard deleted the photos and videos of the financier taken by the crowd and escorted the financier away.

Jiang Jiang paid for the store's losses and got a receipt from the store, planning to seek reimbursement from the financial sponsor later.

When customers came into the store, everyone went back to their own business.

It was as if the little farce just now had never happened.

As usual, Jiang Jiang left work early to pick up Xiao Qingcheng from school.

Jiang Jiang’s slap made the sponsor question his life.

"jingle!"

Doorbell rang.

The door didn't open.

The man walked back and forth alone in front of Jiang Jiang's house.

He wondered if he was being too sudden.

Just when he was struggling.

"Who are you looking for?" Jiang Jiang stood at the door holding Xiao Qingcheng's hand, and his smile suddenly stopped.

She was holding Xiao Qingcheng's schoolbag and a set of painting tools in her hands, and there was a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

The man quickly explained, "I'm the new tenant next door, and I came here to say hello and get to know my neighbors."

In fact, he had already found out Jiang Jiang's residence through various channels.

But he didn't expect that they were so destined to be together. She lived next door to his villa.

He couldn't wait to meet Jiang Jiang in person.

"Oh, hello." Jiang Jiang did not expose his lie to his face, but she was already wary of this strange man.

At this time, Xiao Qingcheng, holding yogurt, timidly poked her head out from behind Jiang Jiang and shouted, "Hello, uncle."

Seeing this, the man immediately smiled friendly and squatted down to greet Xiao Qingcheng.

He took out the biscuits in his hand and handed them to Xiao Qingcheng, saying, "Hello, little friend! What's your name? How old are you this year?"

However, Xiao Qingcheng seemed to be frightened by the man's sudden enthusiasm. She hid tightly behind Jiang Jiang and cried out in a crying voice, "Mom~"

The man suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He realized that he was too enthusiastic and scared Xiao Qingcheng.

Jiang Jiang gently stroked Xiao Qingcheng's head and comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay, Xiao Qingcheng, don't be afraid."

Then she politely took the cookies from the man and expressed her gratitude.

Then the man said to Xiao Qingcheng, "Uncle lives next door. If you want to find friends to play with, you can come to me anytime. I have a very docile big dog." He tried to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere.

Xiao Qingcheng's eyes lit up and she whispered, "Okay."

After the man left, Xiao Qingcheng asked Jiang Jiang, "Mom, is he following?"

"Mom doesn't recognize you either, but you will recognize you in the future. Don't be afraid, Xiao Qingcheng. Mom is here. When there is danger, mom will rush to your side the first time." Jiang Jiang pinched Xiao Qingcheng's face lovingly and said gently.

"Mom, I'm tired of knocking!"

Xiao Qingcheng likes to draw, so Jiang Jiang bought a lot of drawing paper and crayons for the house.

Raising a child does take a lot of effort.

Jiang Jiang learned to make a bunch of complementary foods for children.

Her recipes are becoming more and more comprehensive.

She remembered that her brother ate rice noodle porridge when he was young, then noodles and porridge, and when he was older, he learned to eat rice.

My family was very poor and we didn’t even have the money to grind rice flour.

She remembered that there was a very large and heavy ancestral stone mill at home.

It is used by grandma to grind soy milk.

My brother’s rice noodles are ground using that stone mill.

She would spend a whole day grinding a small bag of rice, grinding it repeatedly until it became a fine powder without any particles.

Keep rubbing your palms even if they get blisters.

She often thought, if only she had money...