It’s Hard For a Good Wife and Mother

Fang Ling drank too much last night, played around with his husbands, and went to bed late, so he got up late this morning. Looking at her pale face, black eye sockets, and yawning with her mouth wide open from time to time, she knew that she had drunk too much last night.

"Oh? What do you have to say tonight after work is over!" Fang Ling replied impatiently while pinching his brows.

Mo Dai looked at Fang Ling's face, and didn't ask any more questions.

Fang Ling went straight to the counting room in the backyard, opened the door and went in, leaning on the rattan chair behind the desk. Due to the severe headache, she closed her eyes and slumped on the wicker chair like sleeping.

Suddenly, she felt someone walk in, she frowned displeasedly, and was about to open her eyes to reprimand this guy who entered the accounting room without authorization, but at this moment, she heard the sound of tea being poured into the cup.

It turned out to be the boy who came in to refill the tea!

Fang Ling opened his eyes, and saw a cup of tea on the desk in front of him. The servant who was pouring the tea hadn't left yet. Seeing her wake up, he hastily and thoughtfully handed the tea to her hand. Fang Ling was feeling dry mouth at this time, took a sip from the tea cup, different from the bitter-sweet taste of the green tea he usually drinks, today's tea has a strong mint fragrance, it seems like honey has been added, The entrance is sweet.

"This is?" Fang Ling asked subconsciously, the fragrance of mint lifted her spirits, and she couldn't help taking a few more sips.

"Peppermint honey tea can refresh the mind, strengthen the stomach, and relieve hangovers."

"Oh?" Fang Ling raised his eyebrows and glanced at the "boy" who was pouring the tea with a half-smile. Who else could it be if it wasn't Mo Daxi, and drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, "Pour another cup!"

Mo Dai filled the teacup again, and then stood aside in an orderly manner, not saying much.

Fang Ling drank the tea slowly in small sips, then put down the teacup, stretched his muscles and bones, and pressed his temples, feeling refreshed again.

"Mo Daxi, you girl is very good at observing words and expressions, and you can bear it!" Fang Ling raised his sleeves and said with a smile, "Don't you have something to tell me? Tell me!"

"Shopkeeper, I want to go into the kitchen to help the chef." Modai's voice was not loud, and she smiled, but it was obvious that she had made up her mind and would not change it easily.

The chef of Fumantang is only responsible for making lunch meals, which are usually served from 2:00 pm to 2:00 pm, and the second chef is responsible for the rest of the time. Helping the chef, not only can you learn from the teacher, but the monthly salary is three times that of the second mother, and there is enough rest time. You only need to take care of lunch and meals a day.

Hearing this, Fang Ling couldn't help lowering his face and frowning: "Mo Daxi, I know you are a smart person. Since you dare to make this request, you must be a good cook. However, in life and work, you have to take it step by step. , your little second wife has only been doing it for a few days, why did you have such an idea?"

Mo Dai suddenly lowered her head, remained silent for a while, then raised her head, and saw her face blushing, her eyes still flickering: "I...I can't bear to leave my husband for so long..."

"Pfft ha ha ha..." Fang Ling originally thought that Mo Dai would say some ambitious words, such as wanting to start a career, being extremely short of money, wanting to make more money as soon as possible, etc., but he didn't think it was such a reason, what is it? young man!

Mo Dai's face became reddened by Fang Ling's smile, and she was so embarrassed that she lowered her head again, but her eyes were calm.

"Ahem," Fang Ling finally laughed enough, and suddenly put on a serious face, "Mo Daxi, I think you may not know the situation of our restaurant. Although there is only one chef in our restaurant, there are many helpers. Even the three second chefs are eager to help the chief chef, do you think your ability can compare with the second chefs?"

Mo Dai raised her head, with a tangled expression of being frightened by Fang Ling's aura, just when Fang Ling thought she had finally realized her own insignificance and inadequacy and retreated, she heard her lightly say, "I want to try Try." Hearing this, Fang Ling almost slipped off the rattan chair.

"Are you sure you want to compete with the second chef?" Fang Ling's eyes were full of provocation, and there was a hint of disdain that was hard to detect.

"It's all up to the shopkeeper!" Mo Dai didn't care about the sneer and contempt in Fang Ling's eyes at all. In her opinion, being looked down upon by others is nothing at all. What's more normal is that all she can do is climb up desperately, do her best, and obey the destiny!

Fang Ling originally thought that Mo Daxi was looking for faults for nothing and was out of control, but suddenly, a flash of light flashed in her mind, maybe this was a business opportunity to increase the source of customers.

Fang Ling is also a man of action, ready to do what he says, and soon told the chefs and second chefs and a dozen helper chefs about her plan. Tomorrow is the day for the town to go to the market, and there will be a lot of people. They will hold a selection contest for chefs and assistants tomorrow. The candidates will be all the second chefs and assistant chefs in Fumantang, plus Mo Daxi. Of course, if there are others If your mistress or handyman also wants to participate, you only need to register with Fang Ling, the shopkeeper.

That night, Mo Dai didn't share a single bed with Xiao Xiao, but took the quilt and pillows to the lobby after everyone was asleep, and put two tables in the lobby to lie down on it, and made do for the night.

This night, Mo Dai slept very unsteadily, woke up three or four times, each time she curled herself into a ball, wrapped herself tightly in the thin quilt, and muttered in her heart: everything will be fine, everything will be fine...

At this time, Fatty Bai was lying on the couch and sleeping soundly. In her dream, she saw Mo Daxi being scolded by Fang Ling, and finally left Fumantang miserably. She laughed out loud in her dream.

Mo Daxi's house.

The three Mo Wuyun brothers went to the kang to rest early.

In the darkness, Mo Wufeng seemed to have been struggling with something, tossing and turning, which made Mo Wuyun and Mo Wuqing unable to sleep peacefully.

"Second brother, are you feeling unwell?" Mo Wuqing asked lightly.

"No…"

"Speak out if you have anything to say, don't hold it in your heart." Mo Wuyun said with a sigh. He could more or less guess what Mo Wufeng was thinking, and it must have something to do with that woman Mo Daxi.

"No..." Mo Wufeng was still struggling.

"Second brother, elder brother is right. If you have something to say, just say it. What are you afraid of in front of us?" Mo Wuqing became a little impatient. Ever since that woman Mo Daxi went out this morning, second brother has been wrong. Could it be What did the woman say or do to the second brother while they were not paying attention? "Second brother, did Mo Daxi bully you again?"

"No, no!" Mo Wufeng immediately denied.

"What's going on?" Mo Wuqing's voice grew louder unconsciously.

"Wuqing, keep your voice down, don't disturb father and the children!" Mo Wuyun whispered to Mo Wuqing.

"It's all because the second brother is moaning, why don't you worry about it!" Mo Wuqing grumbled and complained.

"Wufeng, tell me, is it because of Mo Daxi?" Mo Wuyun didn't know what was wrong with him. When he mentioned Mo Daxi recently, he couldn't help but feel irritated.

"...Brother, my illness is..."

"She was the one who healed."

"Um...are you using that blue-yellow sour fruit?"

"She mixed the juice of the fruit with warm water, as if she added salt... However, she kicked Wuqing and me out afterwards. As for how she cured you, we don't know, we just remember that There was a very pleasant scent of flowers in the room at night..." Mo Wuyun said, immersed in the memories of that night again.

And Mo Wuqing couldn't help but think back to that night, when the rich fragrance of flowers filled the room, at that moment, he forgot the hardships and helplessness of life, and his mood was extremely peaceful and serene, inexplicably feeling that there was still hope, everything Everything will be fine.

Mo Wufeng grabbed his chest with his hands, and suddenly said after a while: "Brother, aren't you going to deliver embroidery work to Madam Wu's house in the town tomorrow? Take me with you!"

"Your body..."

"I'm completely healed!"

"Well, it's getting late, go to bed."

"Ok!"

Mo Wufeng seemed to finally untie the knot in his heart, turned over, and fell asleep after a while.

Mo Wuqing frowned, he hadn't been to the town for a long time, and he wanted to visit it too, but now he has a big belly, and he has two children... Mo Wuqing touched more than six The moon's big belly suddenly felt resentment towards Mo Daxi again, all because of that dead woman!

Mo Wuyun lay quietly with his eyes closed, and he didn't fall asleep until Mo Wuqing also fell asleep.