After dealing with that pot of stuff, Mo Yan finally felt much better. She picked up the dark, murky stuff and threw it in the trash; that kind of thing should stay in the trash can.
Mo Yan's gaze fell on a shop downstairs, which belonged to the original owner of the property. She had originally planned to rent it out, but now she walked over and tore down the rental notice.
Mo Yan went in for a look and felt the place was pretty good.
I called a renovation company directly and ordered a design plan.
She wants to open a bakery.
The original owner was quite good at baking; she had studied it back in the day, so it's not surprising that she could bake.
If you want to open a bakery, you have to learn properly, and it just so happens that decorating takes time.
Mo Yan also enrolled herself in a class.
The original owner devoted all her time to her child, which not only exhausted the child, but also made her feel that the child was ungrateful.
No matter who you are or what age you are, you still need some personal space.
If you live for others and demand that their joys and sorrows be in your stead, you'll get tired, and so will they.
...
When Jiao Ziang returned in the evening, Mo Yan had prepared two dishes and a soup: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and winter melon meatball soup.
Looking at the seemingly normal dishes, Jiao Ziang could hardly believe that he had just eaten a plate of fried noodles before coming back.
Why did he need to save money in his secret stash? Because he needed to eat. According to his mother, a bowl of rice was best, but the bowl was very small, and it really wasn't enough for a boy like him.
So he just earns money to eat. As long as he runs fast and eats fast, he can still make it back on time.
That's why he was able to force himself to eat his mother's cooking; otherwise, he would have fainted from hunger long ago.
Although his mother was very controlling, he still secretly gave himself a lot of space; he wasn't stupid.
I've done things like secretly eating boxed lunches and having classmates secretly bring me spicy snacks.
The reason he gets good grades is so that he can have a better life.
He was originally a poor student, but life forced him to become a top student.
Jiao Ziang looked at today's food, and it looked really delicious.
"Mom, did you make this?"
"Well, I got back too late and just did a quick thing. I won't take Chinese medicine anymore. I heard from another doctor that all medicines have some side effects, and it's not good for your brain."
The original owner's favorite thing to do was to browse the Weibo accounts of various so-called miracle doctors, and she would believe everything she saw.
There was a time when she saw someone say that eating raw eggplant could help with weight loss, so she ate it and ended up in the hospital.
They said those secret remedies could cure diseases, so I bought a whole bunch of them...
Not daring to give it to Jiao Ziang, he ate it himself, but it resulted in either diarrhea or discomfort, which led him to give up on the family's traditional medicine.
Finally, his gaze fell on the traditional Chinese medicine practitioner. Jiao Ziang was constantly worried, and upon hearing this, he quickly nodded.
"The doctor is right, Mom. We won't eat any more Chinese herbal dishes from now on."
The taste is terrifying.
"Okay, let's eat."
The mother and son began to eat. Jiao Ziang took a bite and exclaimed that the taste was absolutely amazing.
His mother used to be a great cook, but he'd forgotten about it for years. Oh my god, I'm so lucky.
If everything today is a dream, please let this dream last a little longer.
“I’m going to learn baking, so you can eat at school from now on, and you won’t have to drive back and forth anymore.”
After finishing the meal, Mo Yan said something else.
Jiao Ziang: "!!!!"
Did he mishear?
"Mom, are you serious?"
Why does he feel it's so unreal?
"Of course it's true. I'll get you a meal card tomorrow. Don't skimp on food."
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