Fu's mother felt sad again when she heard this. Maybe the child she raised really had feelings.
Liu Cuihua's feelings for Qi Boyan were far beyond her imagination.
This feeling is just like how she feels about her son Fu Dongchen.
Fu Ma picked up the cup in front of her and took a sip of water to cover up the complicated emotions in her heart.
Liu Cuihua noticed it, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I have three sons, in addition to Boyan, there are also the eldest and the third. There are many children in the family, and it is impossible for a bowl of water to be equal, but the feelings of several brothers,
But it’s always been good. People’s feelings come from getting along with each other.”
Fu Ma subconsciously turned her head to look at Fu Dongchen sitting next to her.
After Fu Dongchen learned about his life experience, he told her and Fu's father everything without hiding anything.
There is nothing wrong with the child she raised. She should not deliberately distance herself from her son.
Fu Ma showed a slight smile on her face and nodded: "That's right!"
Liu Cuihua also smiled, holding the cup in her hand to warm it, and counted: "Our Boyan is not a narrow-minded person. Sometimes he may deliberately avoid some people and things because of trouble, but he is not
He is an evasive person. I hope, I still hope, that you can give him more patience and tolerance."
After Fu Ma was stunned for a short time, she couldn't help but laugh.
In fact, mothers still have only one thought: they want their children to live well. As long as they are their own children, they cannot help but worry and miss them.
They are all mothers!
Fu Ma held Liu Cuihua's hand, smiled and nodded.
…
I don't know if Fu Dongchen's identity was exposed, which completely angered Qiao Xiyan. Starting from the afternoon, her restaurant started offering half-price discounts.
Originally, the prices of the two restaurants were similar, and in terms of taste, although Meng Yao's was better, their restaurant's cooking was not bad, and the price was favorable, which immediately attracted many regular customers.
The originally bustling restaurant suddenly became extremely deserted, and Meng Yao was still not used to it, but when he saw Jiang Wenlei's mouth was not stopping after he had calmed down, Meng Yao was so amused that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.
"Brother Jiang, are you not eating or drinking well around me? Why do you feel like you are always hungry?"
Jiang Wenlei knew that Meng Yao was joking, so he shook his head, "It's because I have a big appetite!"
After saying this, he looked around and found that Qi Boyan was not there, so he dared to tell the truth: "The only thing that matters when you are around Qi Gong is whether you eat well or drink well. Qi Gong doesn't care about food. He just asks people to give him some as a gift every time."
, it’s not enough for me to squeeze between my teeth!”
"Have it?"
Meng Yao opened his eyes slightly, "He obviously has a big appetite, he eats three big bowls at each meal!"
Jiang Wenlei nodded first, then gnawed on the snack and said: "Qi Gong's appetite is indeed very large, much larger than mine, but he is picky and doesn't have food that suits his appetite. He would rather eat just a little bit.
Just make sure you don’t starve to death!”
"But having said that, except for the things you make, my sister-in-law, there are very few things that He Qi Gong likes. I remember that it was made by an old master before, and it was so delicious that Qi Gong had a full meal."
Jiang Wenlei thought for a while and couldn't help but mutter: "Qi Gong seems to have a much bigger appetite when he comes back this time!"
I used to eat in moderation, but now I can eat as much as I want without worrying about being full.
Of course, this does not include him. He is very restrained. He usually eats these as small snacks and does not occupy his stomach.
Thinking about it, Jiang Wenlei swallowed the food in his hand.
Originally, Meng Yao saw that there were no customers in the shop, so he thought he could close the shop early so that he could take care of his godmother when he went back. If her godmother was fine, she could also go out and play.
But before she could put her plan into action, a customer came to her door.
There is a family of three. The man is holding a pretty little girl, who looks about four or five years old. The girl's hair is tied up high, revealing her full forehead. At first glance, she is a delicate and capable strong woman.
“Welcome, feel free to sit wherever you want!”
There were no customers, so the store was extremely deserted, although the store looked clean and beautifully decorated.
But the woman who came in still put her index finger on the table and wiped it gently. Although there was no dust on it, she still flicked her finger in disgust.
She looked around with a critical eye, and the dissatisfaction in her heart overflowed, "How come there is no one in your store? How can such a store still be open? It's better to close it as soon as possible to save the use of stale food."
Clean things harm people."
The man holding the child hurriedly pulled the woman and asked her to pay attention when she spoke.
As for the little girl he was holding, she had been quiet and quiet. After entering the store, she neither looked around curiously nor moved around. She looked like an angelic girl.
When the woman said this, the smile on Meng Yao's face disappeared in an instant.
He said that she was good at everything, but said that the things she made were unclean and could not be tolerated.
"This guest, you haven't even tasted the food in our store, so you just say it's unclean. Isn't it too irresponsible?"
“It’s better to rely on evidence in everything!”
"I don't know what the ingredients used by others are like. The vegetables used in our restaurant are freshly picked from the fields every day, and the meat is freshly killed every day. I can guarantee you this. If you leave one off, you will be compensated ten
!”
Meng Yao spoke without any guilt, and his confident look made the woman look at her again.
Then, he still snorted unfriendlyly.
"Don't say everything is as good as you say. You have to try it to know whether it is as good as you say!"
The woman pulled up a chair and sat down. Next to her was probably her husband, holding the little girl in his arms. He nodded to Meng Yao with a gentle smile, and then he also pulled out the chair and sat down.
There is a menu on the table, which is also customized and has pictures of the dishes.
After the woman sat down, she only glanced at it twice and then threw it aside, obviously not interested.
The man took it over with a smile, turned it over and looked at it, and then said to the little girl in his arms with a gentle look: "Nanny, is there anything you want to eat?"
The little girl was as arrogant as the woman sitting next to her. She didn't even look at her and just shook her head.
Then he turned around, lay on the man's shoulder, and stopped talking.
The man didn't care and patted the little girl comfortingly. Then he looked at the menu and named the dishes while reading.
Because there were no other customers in the store, Meng Yao didn't remember it. She had a good memory, so she didn't need to remember it.
She brought jujube tea and a cup of milk tea for the little girl to drink.
The milk tea is made by her, has no additives, is healthy and hygienic, and is very suitable for children to drink.
Meng Yao put down the tea, and the man had almost ordered. He gave the menu to Meng Yao and praised: "Your menu is very good."
Meng Yao couldn't help but smile.
Of course, she drew it herself, and the paper she used was the best and not easily damaged. This menu alone cost her thirty cents.