Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

In addition to a broken table with peeling paint and two broken benches, there was also an earthen basket containing a half-cut cabbage and a few small potatoes in the corner. There is a jar with half a jar of brown rice in it, and there are several small coarse porcelain jars on the stove, which also contain some seasonings such as oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.Although the house is very shabby, it is very clean.

Mo Liancheng asked Caiwei to sit on the edge of the Kang, poured her a bowl of water, and then started busy cutting meat and making broth for his mother. Caiwei took the opportunity to see his mother, and she turned around with her back to Mo Liancheng. Liancheng contacted the Great Immortal Turtle with his mind and asked him to look at Mrs. Mo's illness.

Because of the distance between them, the Great Immortal Turtle cannot feel the pulse and can only diagnose diseases by looking, smelling, asking, and looking closely. However, its medical skills are so good that even if it only uses looking, it can see that the patient is inseparable.

"This lady is overly worried and depressed, and has been suffering from long-term malnutrition, which has caused her body to be extremely weak. Now her body is in terrible condition.  "

"Can it still be cured?"

"Yes, it just takes a few years to slowly recover before it gets better. First of all, this living environment is not suitable for patients to recuperate. The owner should find a way to help them change the environment!"

"I know, thank you!"

While Mo Liancheng was cooking broth for his mother, he was chatting with Caiwei. After the conversation, Caiwei learned everything about Mo Liancheng's situation, which was basically the same as what the butcher shopkeeper said.

When mother and son left home, they brought some money with them. However, after their mother was divorced, her heart was filled with despair and misery, and she got seriously ill out of anger. The disease used up all the little money they had brought, and the life of mother and son was ruined. With no place to live, they had to rely on Mo Liancheng to make a living by setting up a stall in front of the temple and writing letters for people. Although it was hard work, they never made much money, and their mother often took medicine, so they never had enough money to spend.

Mo Liancheng also knew that Caiwei was the owner of Bafu Restaurant, which had just emerged in the capital, and couldn't help but admire her very much.

Caiwei smiled and said, "If the money you earn from writing letters for others is not enough to cover your expenses, you can come to me at the Bafu Restaurant at any time. I can provide you with an excellent position and help you make money."

Mo Liancheng didn't expect such a big pie to suddenly fall from the sky and hit him hard on the head. He immediately said that when his mother's illness got better, he would report to Caiwei.

This time, he didn't even hesitate.

Soon, the broth was ready. Seeing that it was getting late, Caiwei got up and left. Mo Liancheng sincerely invited his future boss to stay for dinner before leaving, but Caiwei refused.

Before leaving, Caiwei asked him to rent a small independent courtyard with a good environment to house his mother. The place was stinky and was really not suitable for recuperation.

Mo Liancheng agreed. Now that he has money, he can make his mother live a better life.

After leaving Mo's house, the sun was almost setting. Caiwei wanted to go to Zhang Biaotou's house first, but when she was at Mo Liancheng's house, the smell of the broth in his house aroused her appetite. She didn't eat at noon. When it was dinner time, she was already hungry, so she walked on the street for a while, found a ramen restaurant with a neat appearance, and walked in.

"Sir, please come in!"

The waiter greeted Caiwei warmly and led her to a private room.

Caiwei entered the private room, sat down and ordered a bowl of shredded chicken noodles and two plates of side dishes, then sat in a private room alone and started eating.

While eating, it suddenly occurred to me that Chang Mei and Gui Daxian hadn't eaten yet, and neither had the parrot. It was just that the foodie who was obsessed with eating didn't complain to her when he saw her. It was so abnormal!

So, she called the waiter again and ordered two bowls of shredded chicken noodles and several special side dishes.

The waiter looked at Caiwei in surprise and asked, "Miss, are you the only one?"

Caiwei raised her eyebrows and asked displeasedly: "What? Is there a problem?"

"Ah, no, no, no, it's nothing, it's nothing. You will meet me later."

The waiter quickly exited, muttering as he walked: "She looks pretty, but I didn't expect her to be a glutton. I'm scared to death!"