Cen Li stepped forward and hugged Huang Xiulan, raised her little face and said seriously, "Mom, now that we live here, Grandpa Zhang and Grandma Li are next door, and the school is next to it. I can still cook by myself and take care of myself.
Yes, you don’t have to worry about me anymore.”
Yes, now she is no longer the timid child who couldn't take care of herself. She can take care of herself and won't let her mother worry.
"My little Li is the most sensible child." Huang Xiulan was moved in her heart after hearing these words. She stretched out her hand to pat Cen Li's head, but she couldn't help but feel sad.
Children from poor families have already taken charge of their own household. In the final analysis, it is because she, as a mother, is incompetent, otherwise there would be no need for children to help support the family and worry about the family at a young age.
After a moment of silence, Huang Xiulan finally nodded, "Okay, mom, listen to you, try selling Douhua vermicelli."
Now she is the only woman and child in this family, and there is no way out. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, she must try, and she cannot let others laugh at her.
"I believe mom can do it." Cen Li hugged Huang Xiulan, raised her head and showed her a bright and dependent smile.
"Well, mom will work hard." Looking at her daughter's smiling face, Huang Xiulan instantly gained endless courage.
"Mom, if you want to buy things, I have money." At this time, Cen Li went to take out her bankbook and handed it to Huang Xiulan, "There are more than seven hundred. We can buy ingredients and pots first, and then go to Grandma Li's house for the tricycle.
We have a coal stove at home, so it actually doesn’t cost much."
"Hey, Xiaoli, you...you...earned more than 700 a month?" Huang Xiulan was shocked when she saw Cenli's savings.
Her monthly salary was only over 200, and including the money from her previous divorce, the total savings was only over 400, which she felt was a lot.
As a result, my daughter doesn’t earn as much in a month!
"Yes, Mom, so you just think that you picked up the money and you are not afraid of losing money." Cen Li said proudly, puffing out her chest.
"Everything you pick up is money. Don't you like painting? If this business really succeeds, mom will send you to learn to paint."
Huang Xiulan always thought that Cen Li was just a small fool, but she didn't expect to save so much money, and she couldn't be happier.
Hearing Huang Xiulan's words, Cen Li was stunned for a moment. Learning to paint could be said to be her obsession in her previous life, but she couldn't go because her family was poor. She didn't expect that her mother would remember it.
My heart suddenly felt sour, and the circles under my eyes couldn't help but turn red.
Now that the family has money, what my mother wants to do is not to buy something for herself, but to do it only for her.
She is really lucky to have such a mother.
With the money given by Cen Li, Huang Xiulan felt more confident. She bought some fruit snacks and brought red envelopes the next day, and officially went to learn from Grandma Li.
Grandma Li is a warm-hearted person, and she agreed readily. However, although she accepted the fruit snacks, she still refused the red envelopes.
Huang Xiulan thought that if the two elders needed anything in the future, she would help them more to repay the kindness of teaching them.
Huang Xiulan is actually a very smart person, which can be seen from the fact that she has learned Mandarin. Although her writing is still relatively poor in just half a month, she has mastered it roughly.
Cen Li estimates that after another half month of learning, Huang Xiulan will be basically able to communicate with people in Mandarin.
Therefore, Grandma Li only taught her the art of bean curd vermicelli for a week, and she mastered it all. Although the taste is not all the same, it still has its own unique flavor.
