Chapter 231: Is there really a ghost? Wen Jiu was scared to death
After making sure that he had heard correctly, Wen Jiu immediately got up from He Rongrong's lap and ran over, hugging Chu Xiuli's arm and acting coquettishly, "Mom, how come you have time to come over?"
Chu Xiuli tapped her nose and smiled very gently and dotingly, "Mom misses you. You don't have time to go home to see mom, so mom has no choice but to come and see you in person!"
He Rongrong stood up and greeted her awkwardly, "Hello, Aunt Chu."
"Rongrong is beautiful again. You've worked so hard recently. Come here quickly. I made chicken soup for you two. Drink it while it's hot. It won't taste good if it gets cold." Chu Xiuli put the lunch box she took on the table and opened the lid. The tempting aroma wafted out instantly.
“It smells so good!”
“It smells like mom’s!”
After Wenjiu finished speaking, he reached out for the lunch box, eager to taste it.
Chu Xiuli slapped her hand in anger, "You're already married and still don't have any manners. How can Rongrong drink after you drank with your mouth?"
Wen Jiu chuckled, "Just drink it. Rongrong won't dislike me anyway."
"Rongrong, right?"
He Rongrong nodded heavily, "Yes." She would never complain about warming the wine, but getting a bowl was also necessary. After she said that, she quickly went to the backyard to get a bowl.
Wenjiu finally drank the chicken soup, and his eyes narrowed into crescents due to smiling.
"Rongrong, come and try Auntie's cooking."
Chu Xiuli handed the bowl to He Rongrong, signaling her to drink it quickly while it was hot.
He Rongrong took it and hesitated for a while, then asked sincerely: "Aunt Chu, can I give this bowl of soup to my dad?"
The soup was Chu Xiuli's gift, and she felt it would be polite to get Chu Xiuli's consent before giving it to someone else.
Chu Xiuli smiled and said, "You drink yours, I've prepared some for your dad too! I'll go say hello to your dad, you two can drink first."
She was afraid that there were too many people and she couldn't distribute the food, so she cooked two pots of soup and brought them all over.
"It's okay, Auntie. I'll drink it later." He Rongrong was afraid that He Sheng would feel awkward when he suddenly saw Chu Xiuli, so she went to the backyard with her to introduce her to Chu Xiuli.
"Aunt Chu, this is my dad, and this is the landlord's grandmother."
Chu Xiuli smiled softly, scooped the soup into the bowl that He Rongrong had brought out, and handed it to He Sheng and the landlady, "Hello, I'm Ah Jiu's mother. Thank you for taking care of my little girl Ah Jiu. This is the chicken soup I made at home, please have a taste."
He Sheng took it with great trepidation, "Ajiu is a smart and sensible child. She is the one who takes care of us, father and daughter. If it weren't for Ajiu, I don't know where I would have died. Da...you are really too polite."
He knew Wenjiu's family background. Being able to drink the soup cooked by the commander's wife herself was something he could brag about in the underworld.
The landlady didn't know Wen Jiu's family background and thought that they were just ordinary people. Seeing Chu Xiuli like this, she simply thought that she was afraid that Wen Jiu would be wronged outside and was paving the way for her. She said gently: "Don't worry! Your daughter is not only capable but also smart. It's hard for anyone to dislike her."
Chu Xiuli was overjoyed by the compliment. Although she agreed in her heart, she didn't say it out loud. "As a mother, how could I not know how good she is? She is just a little smart. If anything happens, I'll have to trouble you to take care of her. I'm far away and can't watch over her all the time. I'd like to thank you in advance."
Who doesn’t like their child to be praised?
But while others can praise you, you cannot exaggerate too much and must exercise appropriate restraint. You can praise as much as you want in private, but you cannot show it in front of others. Talking too much can easily annoy people, no matter if you are saying good things or bad things.
If you praise your own child highly, the parents of other children will not be so happy.
Wen Jiu listened to the laughter coming from the backyard and inexplicably felt that the chicken soup in the bowl no longer tasted good, so he hurried over with his bowl in hand to join in.
"What are you talking about? You're so happy?"
Chu Xiuli laughed and said, "When you were little, you had a thorn on your butt and you would pick on people. Every time your dad hugged you, you would pee on him."
"Oh my dear mother——"
Wen Jiu hugged Chu Xiuli's arm and shook it, "I am a girl after all, can't you give me some face outside?"
"You are so shameless, but you still want to stay?"
"If you stay any longer, you'll be shameless!"
After chatting lively for two hours, Chu Xiuli packed up her lunch box and went home. She was reluctant to leave as she warmed up the wine.
"Mom, can you stay with me for a while? I really don't want you to leave."
Chu Xiuli smiled and said, "Little clingy girl, I still have to go to school! I don't have time, I will come to see you in two days. You are often in the city now, are you worried that we don't have time to see each other? It only takes ten minutes from my school to your place. You can come to me when you are free. You can see me whenever you want. Don't be so clingy, Mom is leaving!"
Ever since Wenjiu got married and moved away from home, she felt empty every time she returned home. Even though she had to be haunted by Wenjiu's scent every day for the past two years, it was better than not seeing Wenjiu and thinking about him.
But now it's okay!
She can come anytime.
Thinking of this, Chu Xiuli smiled, and walked with a breeze, looking radiant.
He Sheng felt uncomfortable looking at He Rongrong's envious eyes. God must be blind to let such a good girl be born in front of him to be his concubine and let her suffer. How could he be worthy of being a father?
But He Rongrong doesn't think she is working hard. Compared with the past, the present life seems like a dream. Her father loves her and she has enough food and warm clothes every day. Although she owes a huge debt, the creditors are not in a hurry to pay it back. She doesn't have to live in fear every day. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?
After sending Chu Xiuli away, he went into the house to warm up the wine, took out the money he earned from selling clothes, wet his hands with some water, and started counting excitedly.
"Five bucks!"
"fifteen!"
…
"Eight hundred and twenty-five!"
After deducting the cost of fabric accessories and the labor for making clothes, there is only about 400 left, but this profit is already considerable. If she can develop the custom-made business, she will have the initial capital to start researching sanitary napkins in a few months.
Seeing He Rongrong coming over, Wenjiu hugged her and whined, "Rongrong, I really regret not opening the shop earlier, wuwuwu..."
"It's not too late to start now, is it?" He Rongrong said as she patted her head. "Hurry up and sit down. I want to start making clothes."
The sooner she finishes making it, the sooner she can sell it. The thickness of the fabric she bought yesterday is not suitable for wearing next month. If she delays for too long, it may rot in her hands.
"Okay, okay!"
Wenjiu pouted and took out paper and pen to draw the design of the down jacket. With Xie Tianzong's skills, the fabrics she wanted would definitely not be difficult for him. Maybe mass production would start soon, so the design drawings had to be prepared in advance.
Because she was angry with Lu Beiye, she did not go home and slept with He Rongrong at night. In the middle of the night, she suddenly felt someone watching her beside the bed, and she was instantly scared to death.
Is it possible that there really are ghosts?
She was so frightened that she tried hard to crawl under the quilt.
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