As the old lady spoke, she glared at Chen Yanhong several times. This slutty widow was clearly no good. No wonder Lu Mo was worried that his fiancée would be wronged!
"With Grandma Ye watching over things, I'm naturally at ease. Qingqing often says that Grandma Ye is hardworking, thrifty, and good at managing the household. Without Grandma Ye, there would be no Ye family today." Lu Moyun flattered her casually.
Whether it's polite words or just empty talk, nothing can stump him; otherwise, how would he have been able to go out and sell goods back then!
The reason he was unwilling to speak was that in the military, good eloquence was not required; what he needed to improve was his ability, not his words.
Talk less and do more; the more you talk, the more mistakes you make.
That's why he developed a cold and sarcastic personality in the army. Over time, even when he returned home, he didn't like to talk much.
But these are extraordinary times, and there are some things that must be said.
The old lady was overjoyed by Lu Mo's flattery and became more and more satisfied with him. She brought out a small bowl of golden, fragrant chicken broth from the kitchen, presented it to Lu Mo, and looked at him kindly, saying, "Drink the chicken broth; it's very nutritious."
Such a big chicken, yet it only yielded a small bowl of broth. All the nutrients were in the broth. The old lady was extremely fond of Lu Mo and was willing to bring out such a precious treasure.
"Thank you, Grandma Ye. You've worked hard all your life and deserve to eat well. This bowl of broth is rightfully yours."
Lu Mo looked sincere, and the old lady's eyes were almost red.
She worked hard her whole life, giving all the good food to her son and grandson, while she herself ate only scraps, such as fish heads and tails, chicken heads and feet. Seeing her son and grandson eat well made her happy.
But in all these years, no one has ever said anything so emotional; at most, it's just a dry, uninspired statement—
"Mom, eat more!"
Ye Qingqing knew that Lu Mo didn't like oily soups; the chicken broth was full of oil, and most people really couldn't eat it.
“Grandma, Lu Mo is right. You’ve worked so hard all these years, now you should enjoy yourself. You should eat all the good things.”
Ye Qingqing added a comment, which moved the old lady deeply. Unable to refuse Ye Qingqing and Lu Mo's hospitality, she drank the whole bowl of chicken broth, finding it so delicious that she almost lost her teeth.
It tastes so good!
This is the first time in my life I've ever drunk chicken broth!
The old lady was extremely satisfied, full of energy, and had enough strength to make another three hundred cardboard boxes!
Ye Qingqing gently squeezed Lu Mo's palm and secretly winked at him. Lu Mo squeezed it back, his expression unchanged, and sat up straight.
Ye Zhiguo cursed Lu Mo inwardly for being cunning, having completely fooled his mother. He had never seen his mother treat outsiders so well before. Even he, her own son, didn't get a share of the chicken broth. Ye Zhiguo was both angry and resentful, and planned to tell his mother later not to confuse the inside with the outside.
Ye Lan and Shen Yanhong's hearts were already filled with bitterness.
They also wanted a fiancé like Lu Mo: heroic and capable, with a promising future, who, though cold and sarcastic, was devoted to protecting his wife and didn't hesitate to assert his domineering ownership in front of others.
You can never have too many!
With Lu Mo as a comparison, Shen Yanhong and Ye Lan both felt somewhat disappointed in Ye Zhiguo and Lu Qingquan.
How come that little bitch Ye Qingqing is so lucky?
God is so blind!
Lu Qingquan gritted his teeth, his heart filled with jealousy and resentment. He was jealous that Lu Mo had won Ye Qingqing's heart, and he hated Ye Qingqing for falling in love with someone else and being fickle!
Once Lu Mo returns to the army, he will take action. Before, when he was not at home, Lu Mo took advantage of the situation. Now the tables have turned, and it's his turn!
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