Anji sat in the tub, holding a small wooden duck carving in his hand. It was a gift from Uncle Wang. He liked Uncle Wang very much and even fantasized about having Uncle Wang be his father.
"Mommy, can you marry Uncle Wang?" Anji asked, blinking her big, watery eyes.
Yuan Doudou suppressed a laugh; what was the little one thinking again?
"Why did Angie ask that?" she asked, feigning interest.
Without hesitation, Angie said, "That way Uncle Wang can be my dad, and I like him as my dad."
Another crucial reason is that there's now someone in the family to take care of and protect my mother.
“Anji, if your father finds out you’re like this, he’ll be heartbroken.” An Rong hasn’t come back, but he’s alive, and if he’s alive, there’s a chance he’ll come back.
“I don’t like Daddy. He never shows up. He must have forgotten about Mommy and me and doesn’t want us anymore.” Angie frowned, looking very unhappy.
Yuan Doudou's heart skipped a beat. She seemed to have underestimated Anji. He was much more mature than his peers, which was why he said such a thing.
She was so busy making money that she neglected Angie's psychological needs.
A mother can only be a mother; she can never replace a father's love.
But what Angie said wasn't realistic. She couldn't go against her mother-in-law's last wish, nor could she overcome her own inner struggle to accept the love of any man in this era.
Yuan Doudou carried Anji out, put him on the bed, and dressed him in pajamas. The pajamas were made from his father's old clothes, and the workmanship was rough, but they were fine as pajamas for the house.
"Anji, play on the bed. Mommy's going to take a bath. Be good, okay? Don't run around." It's so worrying to take care of a child alone. When I'm doing something and there's no one to look after the child, I worry that something might happen.
“Okay, Mommy, I won’t run around.” Angie nodded obediently. He had said he would be a good boy.
Listen to your mother, and you won't suffer any losses.
"Anji is such a good boy." Yuan Doudou patted Anji's head tenderly.
After taking a hot shower, Yuan Doudou felt refreshed and invigorated. She let go of the bad things and focused on living a good life from now on.
Today, the popularity of spicy snails has solidified her idea of selling snail rice noodles.
However, selling snail rice noodles requires making them fresh to order, which is much more difficult.
Yuan Doudou cooked a simple meal, which the two of them enjoyed immensely. Xiaobai also loved it.
After lunch, Anji took a nap. Yuan Doudou sat at the table and drew a charcoal pencil. She drew a blueprint of a modern food truck from memory.
After finishing the drawing, she locked the courtyard gate and went to Li Dahai's house.
"DouDou, are you looking for the sea?" Meng Jinxian greeted him warmly.
Holding the blueprints in her hand, Yuan Doudou said frankly, "Yes, I want to make a food truck, and I need to ask Brother Dahai for help."
Meng Jinxian asked curiously what a dining car was. She took the blueprints, opened them, and saw that they looked quite complicated.
"DouDou, who taught you this? It's so creative! This is the first time I've ever seen a car like this." Meng Jinxian was very impressed.
Yuan Doudou smiled sheepishly; she couldn't admit that she had copied someone else's work.
"But don't worry, your brother Dahai's craftsmanship is unparalleled. He can make even the most complicated cars for you." Meng Jinxian was very proud. Since marrying into the family, she had gone from being dismissive at the beginning to admiring him to the point of worship.
Yuan Doudou agreed, "I also trust Brother Dahai's skills, so I'll wait for him to come back before I come over."
"No need, I'll have him come to you when he gets back." Meng Jinxian was considerate of her, as it was inconvenient for her to travel alone with the child.
Yuan Doudou thought for a moment, then felt it was inappropriate and said, "Never mind, I'll do it."
Meng Jinxian paused for a moment. It wasn't convenient to let Li Dahai go to Yuan Doudou's house alone, and people would gossip if they saw him.
Alas, being a widow is tough.
"Okay, he'll probably be back tonight. Come over after dinner and bring Anji with you." Meng Jinxian sympathized with Yuan Doudou's plight; she was a woman too, but her life was so hard.
Yuan Doudou smiled gently: "Okay."
After leaving Li Dahai's house, Yuan Doudou hurried home, worried that Anji would wake up and not be able to find her.
She opened the door and quickly went inside; Angie was still asleep.
Yuan Doudou went into the kitchen, with Xiaobai following behind, meowing softly.
"Is Xiaobai hungry?" It probably isn't happy that it didn't get any meat at noon.
She washed the snails clean from the bucket, poured them into a pot, filling it exactly halfway, added water, and started cooking.
"Little White, don't worry, I'll cook some snails for you, okay?" Yuan Doudou said as she tended the fire, holding Little White and stroking it from head to tail.
It's so relaxing! She looked completely satisfied. Petting the cat was definitely more relaxing than taking a bath.
The air is filled with the aroma of snails. To make delicious snail rice noodles, you need to make a rich and fragrant broth.
Little White squinted its eyes, thoroughly enjoying its owner's gentle caresses.
It could sense the unease deep in Yuan Doudou's heart. It thought of the villagers' discussions at the door today and guessed that Yuan Doudou had really encountered danger outside.
Unfortunately, she dared not speak out and could only keep the matter to herself.
It meowed, as if to say: I cannot transform into a human to help you, but I hope that as a cat I can ease your worries.
Yuan Doudou seemed to understand Xiaobai's cry. She exclaimed in surprise, "Xiaobai, have you been bewitched by a witch? You're just a mortal, aren't you?"
"Or perhaps you are a cat demon?" She thought of the legend of the cat demon. Cats are said to be able to communicate with spirits, so perhaps the cat she had encountered was a spirit cat.
Little Whitey meowed, her azure eyes shining even brighter; she really dared to dream.
However, she was right.
It is a cat, and it has lived for two hundred years. Its father was the leader of the cat clan. It was framed by a villain in the clan, lost its magic spell, lost its ability to transform, and was trapped on the mountain. Only when it meets the person destined for it can it be rescued.
Since it cannot speak, Yuan Doudou cannot know these things.
It learned human language from its mother, and can understand almost everything she says.
"Xiaobai, we really ran into trouble today. There were three bad guys who almost took me and Angie away. You almost became an orphan."
The best way to release stress is to talk to someone.
You can't tell people, but it should be okay to tell a cat.
The little white cat meowed, its voice filled with anger.
"You understood what I was saying, didn't you?" Yuan Doudou was very excited, picked it up, and kissed its forehead.
Xiao Bai was flustered and confused. Was this woman crazy? How dare she lay a hand on him?
Only his mother could do this action, and she did it before she turned fifty. After that, his mother became estranged from him, and she gave birth to his younger brother.
"Fortunately, a hero descended from the sky, riding a white horse! He was highly skilled in martial arts; with a spin, a leap, and a turn, he subdued the three villains and saved me and Anji." As she said this, Yuan Doudou's face shone with admiration.
"Meow—" Little White's meow was full of resentment.
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