"Mom, shall we have mala tang today?" An Yiruo asked, pointing to the shop in front of her.
"Great, it's perfect timing, I haven't had mala tang in ages."
The two went inside, found a seat, and got up to choose their ingredients. This mala tang was the kind served on a scale.
I didn't think I ordered a lot of food, but it cost me over a hundred yuan.
"The mala tang is so expensive now. I remember when I was in junior high school, a big bowl of mala tang cost eight yuan," An Yiruo complained to her mother in a low voice, while also being afraid that the shop owner would hear her talking badly about them in their shop.
"Prices have risen sharply now. When I was a child, I could buy three ice creams for one cent, but now it's not common to find an ice cream that costs one dollar."
While the two were talking, the spicy hot pot was ready, and An Yiruo got up to get it.
Unlike before, this place serves mala tang in a large iron pan with not much broth, but it looks pretty good: "Mom, try it. I didn't ask for chili, it's not spicy."
An Yiruo, who had just taken a bite, suddenly remembered something and said, "Mom, what would you like to drink? I'll go get it."
"Just like yours is fine."
"Okay." An Yiruo got up and bought two bottles of hot peanut milk. She didn't know about others, but she felt that drinking a bottle of hot peanut milk was the most comforting thing when eating spicy hot pot or rice noodles in the store.
"Mom, here you go," An Yiruo handed one of the bottles to her mother.
The two chatted and laughed. Looking at An Yiruo, An's mother felt as if time had turned back to the past, back to when An Yiruo was still in junior high school.
At that time, the two of them had already been kicked out of the An family. An Yiruo was very tempted when she saw her classmate eating spicy hot pot, but she felt sorry for her because it was not easy for her to earn money, so she was too embarrassed to tell her.
One day, she saw An Yiruo standing across from the mala tang shop, drooling, and felt sorry for her, so she secretly bought a bowl and took it home.
That day, the two of them were also enjoying their meal just as much, chatting and laughing as they shared a bowl of spicy hot pot...
When the two came out of the mala tang restaurant, An Yiruo couldn't help but complain to her mother, "The taste is indeed not bad, but it's a bit expensive."
"How about we go to a different place next time?" Mrs. An said with a smile.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking!" An Yiruo said, taking her mother's arm as they went home together.
"Jingchen, how late will you be busy today? Are you coming over for dinner tonight?"
"Let me ask," An Yiruo said, taking out her phone and sending a message to Mo Jingchen.
"Chen, are you still busy?"
Mo Jingchen, who was in a meeting at the moment, heard his phone ring. After glancing at the text message from An Yiruo, he revealed a smile that was hard for others to detect, and replied to her message.
"Still busy! An'an, is something the matter?"
"Mom asked if you want to come over for dinner tonight. I don't know what time you'll be busy until, so I'm sending you a message to let you know!"
"It'll probably finish around six o'clock tonight. I'll go over for dinner and pick you up from dinner there."
"Okay. See you tonight."
For some reason, the leaders in the meeting room felt that the second half of the meeting was much more relaxed...
"Mom, Jingchen said he'll come over for dinner after he finishes work at six o'clock tonight," An Yiruo said to her mother, putting away her phone.
"Then let's go to the nearby supermarket to buy groceries in a bit."
"Okay, I know there's a supermarket nearby, it's just ahead!"
The two went into the supermarket and bought shrimp, pig's trotters, some vegetables, and fruit.
"Mom, go and rest for a while. I'll take care of these vegetables."
"An'an, it's still early, no rush. Come and rest for a while. We can take a nap and then get ready."
"Hmm, that works too."
An Yiruo fell asleep quickly after lying in bed, unaware of when her mother got up.
By the time An Yiruo slowly woke up, it was already getting dark outside.
An Yiruo glanced at her phone—five o'clock! She threw back the covers, got out of bed, and put on her shoes.
"Mom, why didn't you wake me up?" An Yiruo said, looking at her mother busy in the kitchen. Then she quickly went over to help.
"I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you. I can finish cooking these dishes by myself in no time. You're just getting in the way!"
When An's mother got up, she saw her daughter sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to wake her. Besides, with her as the mother there, there was no need for An Yiruo to get up and cook!
"Mom! How did I end up making things worse?"
"Okay, An'an, you're the best. But you really don't need to do anything here, I've almost finished taking care of everything. Go sit on the sofa and watch some TV, Jingchen will be here soon."
An's mother pushed An Yiru out of the kitchen. Looking at the closed kitchen door, An Yiru went to the living room and turned on the TV.
I found a variety show that seemed pretty good, so I sat on the sofa, picked up the fruit that my mother had washed from the coffee table, and ate it while watching TV.
Ding-dong! The doorbell rang.
"An'an, is that Jingchen? Go open the door."
"I know, Mom. I'll go right away."
An Yiruo opened the door and saw that tall and handsome figure: "Chen, you're here."
"Hmm, what did An'an do today? Did you miss me?" Mo Jingchen asked as he entered the house and changed his shoes.
"Today's main task is to tidy up the room. Mom is cooking, and we'll be eating soon."
Mo Jingchen glanced at the closed kitchen door, then quickly lowered his head and gently burned An Yiruo's lips.
"Chen, be careful Mom doesn't see us," An Yiruo said, a little embarrassed, as she lightly punched Mo Jingchen's chest with her fist.
"Don't worry, Mom can't see it. Even if she could, it wouldn't matter, since we're a legally married couple and protected by law."
At that moment, Mother An also came out of the kitchen with dishes. When she saw Mo Jingchen, she said, "Jingchen is here. Please sit down. The food will be ready in a little while."
After saying this with a smile, Mother An went back to work in the kitchen.
“An’an, how about we hire a housekeeper or a part-time helper to help me with the housework? That way, I can have an easier time,” Mo Jingchen said, watching An’an’s mother’s busy figure.
"Okay. I just don't know if she'll agree."
"When we get back, I'll transfer someone from the old house to be in charge of cleaning the rooms and cooking. We'll talk to Mom when Uncle Wang finds a suitable candidate."
"Wouldn't you call this acting first and informing later?" An Yiruo said with a smile.
"That's called not giving Mom a chance to refuse. Extremely wise."
"Narcissist!" An Yiruo stuck out her tongue at Mo Jingchen and said playfully.
"Then you're a narcissistic woman! We're alike."
"Mo Jingchen, you always manage to say something so outrageous that you leave me speechless," An Yiruo said loudly to Mo Jingchen.
"Hehe. It seems An'an's speaking skills still need improvement. Should I enroll you in a public speaking class, Madam?"
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