Fall in love with the chairman [rebirth]

After washing his face, Wen Moyang set the stove of the pot inside on fire. Needless to say, it took a lot of effort. He had lived in the city since he was a child, and he had never done these things at all.

You don’t need a fire to cook in the city, okay?

Although Wen Moyang's parents died of an accident when he was a few years old in his previous life, he was able to grow up safely thanks to the care of his second uncle and aunt. Sanitation or washing the dishes, but he didn't let him work non-stop all day long, and he never treated him badly when he ate, and let him finish college smoothly.

It’s just that it’s more demanding when it comes to money. When I was in school, the living expenses given by my second uncle were barely enough. If I didn’t save a little bit, I couldn’t last a month. I could only do some part-time jobs occasionally to earn some pocket money. Ask my uncle and aunt what they want, and they always change the subject.

It's not that Wen Moyang didn't know that his second uncle and aunt embezzled hundreds of thousands of pensions from his parents, but there was nothing they could do. As long as they had nothing to do, they would go outside to publicize how good they were to Wen Moyang, and worked hard to support him in college.

Also because his second uncle and aunt had a good image in everyone's mind, many people believed these words.

As for the truth, no one cares. Anyway, the residents in their community know that the second uncle and the second aunt have spent all their parents' pensions for him to go to college. If he wants to file a lawsuit, he may not win. It also made him notorious, and was called a white-eyed wolf by others, and he would not be able to gain a foothold in front of other relatives at that time.

Therefore, although Wen Moyang didn't dislike his second uncle and aunt in his previous life, he didn't like him too much either.

After work, he also thought that his parents' money had been embezzled privately. As long as he thought that they would not get half a cent from him in the future, he would not be too angry, and it was even more impossible for him to introduce jobs to his cousins.

Although he never visited his second uncle or aunt's house again, Wen Moyang still heard from other people that his good cousin asked hundreds of thousands of money from his family to go out to do business in his previous life when he was alive, but in the end it was all in vain.

At that time, he was thinking that even if his second uncle and aunt used the hundreds of thousands to warm up the fire, it would be better than being thrown away by his cousin.

Wen Moyang's second uncle is Wen Zhihua, who graduated from university and worked as a clerk in a small company. His second aunt is Bai Yiyi, a classmate of Wen Zhihua's college, who opened a clothing store by himself. They have a son and a daughter, and their son is Wen Yuan. , graduated from a junior college, and her daughter Wen Shuhua has mediocre grades, at least better than her brother, and went to three universities.

It's just that Sanben is a money-burning thing. Wen Zhihua and Bai Yiyi have worked hard for a year to barely cover Wen Shuhua's tuition plus living expenses. Fortunately, they have some savings, but they are lost by their sons, and they must be heartbroken to death.

But Wen Moyang didn't care much about these things. Although his life in his previous life was a bit difficult, fortunately he joined a good big company and met the big boss Fu Yize, and more importantly, he fell in love with this big boss.

Unexpectedly, the life after rebirth is more difficult than the previous life, not only to suffer from mental torment, but also to suffer from physical fatigue.

But these are insignificant compared to being able to see Fu Yize again.

From the next door, there were faint voices coming from the next door. One voice belonged to the old lady just now. According to Wen Moyang's guess, it should be the grandmother of this body. mother of this body.

After a while, the two finally came out one after the other. Wen Moyang looked over and finally saw the true face of Tang Xiaoyuan.

According to Wen Moyang's personal appreciation level, Tang Xiaoyuan is not the prettiest woman he has ever seen, but she is not bad looking, she is more delicate, and she has a better figure. I don't know how many times better than the one on myself and the old lady, and the most important thing is that there is no patch yet.

Even the old lady's clothes had a patch, but not as many as Wen Moyang's.

There are three patches on Wen Moyang's clothes.

Judging by the old lady's attitude towards Tang Xiaoyuan, although she was still not very satisfied, it was still good, at least she didn't curse, she only made occasional stabs, which was many times better than her attitude towards Wen Moyang.

Wen Moyang knew Tang Xiaoyuan's attitude towards the original body just by looking at Tang Xiaoyuan's clothes. Presumably, the two must not be related to each other. How could a mother dress like a dog and her son dress like a beggar?

Tang Xiaoyuan went to the back of the stove, opened the big pot inside, poured the shabu-shabu and dishwashing water in the bucket and covered it again, then went outside, and then there was the sound of a kitchen knife chopping something.

After a while, Tang Xiaoyuan came in with a pinch of chopped sweet potatoes and poured them into the pot, "Wen Moyang, heat up!"

Wen Moyang nodded, and added a few leaves to the stove inside with tongs.

It turns out that this body is also called Wen Moyang, with the same name and surname as the previous life, but I don't know if the characters are the same, Wen Moyang thought.

Just now he burned the fire for a long time before he found a pair of tongs in the woodpile, and he was very thankful that he finally didn't have to get his hands dirty.

By the way, I sigh, life in the countryside is really hard!

When I just woke up, the genius was dim, and when the sweet potato porridge in the pot was cooked, the sun just showed half of my face.

The old lady put the sweet potato porridge in a porcelain pot, brushed the pot with water a few times, started to fry the pickles, and said while frying: "My son, go to the cupboard and put the bowls out, and then go to the slope to call your grandpa It's breakfast."

Wen Moyang said "Oh", and quickly glanced around the stove, and finally saw a wooden cabinet that looked like a cupboard. According to what Wen Moyang knew for more than [-] years, cupboards are usually in the kitchen. That cabinet wasn't a cupboard, and he screwed his head off to kick a football.

After confirming the location of the cupboard, Wen Moyang threw down the tongs and walked there, but almost fell in the middle of the road. Fortunately, his legs just gave way and he didn't fall to his knees.

He looked down, only to find that there was a hole in the middle of the huge kitchen. Wen Moyang couldn't figure out why there was a hole here, even if the floor wasn't made of cement or tiles, there shouldn't be a hole!Could it be that this family is so poor that they can't even fill a hole?

This is really a puzzling and sad question.

Holding the bowls and chopsticks, Wen Moyang hesitated between a small square table next to the cupboard and a long table next to the stove, and finally chose to put the bowls and chopsticks on the long table.

Don't ask him why, he doesn't know either.

Walking out of the house, standing on the edge of the dam in front of the house made of earthen walls, and looking at the surrounding environment, I realized that this is a hilly area. There is a small hill opposite the house, and there are several small hills in the distance. The rest of the crops are lush green trees and bamboos of different sizes.

Wen Moyang did some mental training, cleared his throat, and took a deep breath: "Grandpa, let's eat—"

"Yes, come back right away." As soon as he finished shouting, there was a response from a distance, and an old voice reached his ears.

Wen Moyang nodded in satisfaction and praised his actions.

However, he was still embarrassed by his immature voice.