The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Gao Qinghe, who was struggling in her warm bed with her head covered, suddenly felt an itch on the tip of her nose.

I couldn't hold it in and sneezed really hard, almost making me pee all night.

Okay, now there's no need to struggle anymore.

He quickly jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

Hearing the noise in the living room, Qi Lianxin quickly leaned over and asked with concern:
"Xiaohe, are you alright? It's cold today, wear more clothes, don't catch a cold again!"

"fine!"

Gao Qinghe flushed the toilet and came out of the bathroom. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she patted her face and looked at her red and tearful eyes. She wondered in her heart: Could it be that Miao Miao was cursing me?

"Mom, what are we having for dinner today?" Gao Qinghe asked as she changed her clothes and wandered into the living room.

Look here, look there, there's cut fruit on the coffee table, pick up the bowl and eat it with gusto.

This is what happens when you don't eat breakfast; you wake up feeling like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Qi Lianxin inwardly complained, but smiled slightly and said:
"Corn and pork rib stew, with a dipping sauce for a simple meal, I'm going out in a bit."

While talking, she didn't neglect her work. In a few quick movements, she mended her granddaughter's torn pants, put away her needle and thread, and went to the kitchen to start cooking.

Gao Qinghe nodded and casually asked, "Mom, where are you going out to do?"

I picked up my daughter's pants and held them up to my eyes. The little girl is very active; she tore a pair of pants after playing on the slide at kindergarten only twice.

Gao Qinghe and Jiang Baohai would throw away their clothes when they were torn, but Qi Lianxin couldn't bear to watch. She picked them up and stitched them back together, making them look brand new, so that you couldn't tell at all.

"Mom, your skills are amazing. It's a pity there aren't any garment factories nearby, otherwise I would definitely hire you as a team leader," Gao Qinghe said with genuine admiration.

Qi Lianxin smiled, did not answer the previous question, and naturally steered the conversation to her work.

"Is there really no one nearby? I used to be able to make buttons back in my hometown, but I've been in the provincial capital for two months now, and all I do every day is this little thing at home. It doesn't even take half a day, and I'm just wasting most of my time."

"Why don't you stop hiring a cleaning lady? It's just sweeping the floor and wiping the windows, which I can do every day," Qi Lianxin asked tentatively.

Gao Qinghe shook her head, "That won't do. If your son finds out that I'm treating his own mother like a nanny, he'll definitely scold me."

"Why don't you just pay me a salary?" Qi Lianxin was genuinely tempted.

Gao Qinghe rolled her eyes at her, "I bet you won't want it."

Then you'll have to make excuses and refuse, even kneeling down and handing the money to your mother-in-law before she'll reluctantly accept it. Why bother?

Besides, I give my mother-in-law a fixed amount of living expenses every month, but she doesn't use it. She always feels that it's money that her son temporarily left with her, and she wants to save it for him.

However, things have gotten a little better in recent years. Gao Qinghe noticed that her mother-in-law would occasionally buy her small hair clips or safety pins.

But it's highly unlikely that she'd spend a lot of money unless she's tricked into investing again.

Qi Lianxin choked.

She had nothing to say.

However, my mother-in-law's job is indeed a problem!
Having lived with her mother-in-law for several years, Gao Qinghe had long understood that people as willing to lie down as she was extremely rare!
"Mom, let me think of something for you, see if there's any job that would suit you."

As the food was served, Gao Qinghe ate while pondering, and it took her a while to realize what was happening.

Surprisingly, we're not having fish at home today.

She looked at her mother-in-law with surprise and delight. "Mom, are you finally done eating the fish?"

"No," Qi Lianxin said. "There's still one bag frozen. I forgot to thaw it this morning, so I didn't cook it."

Gao Qinghe: Oh well, all that excitement for nothing.

"Mom, could you tell Grandpa Wang that it's getting cold and it's not safe for him to go to the river alone? Let him rest at home, go downstairs to the activity room to play chess with the old men, or dance ballroom dance with the old ladies. Wouldn't that be nice?" Gao Qinghe, who was engrossed in her meal, didn't notice that when she mentioned ballroom dancing, Qi Lianxin suddenly gripped her chopsticks tightly and glanced at her quickly.

Seeing that she was only focused on eating and had only mentioned it casually, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

After finishing lunch, Qi Lianxin put the bowls in the sink, wiped the table, wrapped a scarf around her neck, and went out.

Respecting privacy, Gao Qinghe didn't ask, but vaguely guessed that she might have arranged to meet someone.

The neighborhood is mostly populated by young people, with families like Gao Qinghe's, consisting of three people, being the most common. The elderly mostly come to help take care of their grandchildren.

But for young people like Gao Qinghe, their grandparents haven't retired yet.

Therefore, most of them are a generation older than Qi Lianxin, and there are only a few people of the same age.

Two of the nannies were older women. Gao Qinghe had met them twice. Her mother-in-law liked to go grocery shopping with them, or pick up vegetables from nearby farmers at the entrance of the community.

It's the kind of organic vegetable grown with natural farmyard manure that doesn't look good but tastes exceptionally good.

Commonly known as "pouring manure".

After eating and resting for a while, Gao Qinghe sat quietly in the living room reading a book.

She reads all kinds of books; she can easily find enjoyment in any book she picks up.

Gao Qinghe discovered that the older a person gets, the more comprehensive their perspective on things becomes, and the easier it is for them to discover the surprises hidden in the details.

Gao Qingmiao came back, and as soon as she entered, she handed two bags of clothes to her sister, saying with a smile:
"Sister, your community has so many activities for seniors! I just passed by your community activity room and there were seven or eight elderly people, men and women paired up, dancing ballroom dance."

“I saw your mother-in-law. Her old dance partner is quite good.”

After finishing this, he took out the bill and said resentfully:
"It cost 480 yuan in total. What kind of clothes did you order that are so expensive?"

Anyone in the clothing industry knows that the cost of materials isn't actually that high; the real expense is labor and design fees. But Mo Xiaohong definitely didn't include her sister's cost, so the 480 yuan should all be for materials.

Upon hearing her younger brother's description, Gao Qinghe guessed that her mother-in-law's dance partner was Old Wang, the fisherman next door.

I had a slight surprise.

But thinking about it, it's good that my mother-in-law is willing to make new friends, it's just that she really doesn't want to eat fish anymore.

Gao Qinghe eagerly opened the bag, inside was a dark red bathrobe and a beige two-piece autumn/winter court-style loungewear set with lace trim, and the inner skirt of the bathrobe had a circle of long fur trim.

Both sets are made of real silk velvet, which has a high gloss and is skin-friendly.

Now, without Gao Qinghe's answer, Gao Qingmiao knew why it was so expensive.

"Sister, we should have a conscience. The material cost for these two outfits alone is more than 480. It's not easy for this young girl who has just started her business. You really should give her some extra money."

Before anything even happened, their elbows were already siding with outsiders.

Gao Qinghe scoffed at her younger brother, picked up the clothes and went back to her room to try them on, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Gao Qingmiao: "."

I glanced at the standing clock next to the TV cabinet; it was 4:30 PM.

Huo Jinyu strictly stipulates that the housekeeper should serve dinner at 5:30 pm every day, regardless of whether the children and grandchildren are home or not. She has to eat at that time.

Thinking about it, if I rush back to the old house at this time, I won't be able to get a meal.

Gao Qingmiao made a decisive decision to stay and have dinner at her sister's house before leaving.

By the way, I'll tell my sister about his somewhat immature idea. (End of Chapter)