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

February 17, 1994, the eighth day of the first lunar month.

Gao Qinghe's family enjoyed a comfortable New Year without visiting relatives.

Jiang Baohai's annual leave is over, and he has resumed his normal work.

Jiang Yu will have to do her internship for another week before returning to school.

Hiring a nanny is now an urgent matter for our family.

The day before the Lantern Festival, Grandpa Wang returned from abroad. The first thing he did after putting down his luggage was to visit Qilianxin.

Upon learning of Gao Qinghe's current troubles, they actively helped her find a nanny.

He's a local, has many acquaintances, and called all his relatives to ask.

Gao Qinghe called a housekeeping company, looking for a live-in nanny who would work day shifts and be mainly responsible for preparing three meals a day and taking care of the elderly.

There are hourly workers to handle the cleaning, and the nanny only needs to clean the stove after cooking.

The housekeeping company quoted 480 yuan per month and said they would help keep an eye out for such cases.

But it's only the beginning of the new year, and people haven't returned yet, so we have to wait.

In comparison, Grandpa Wang's network of relatives might respond a little faster.

Gao Qinghe wasn't in a hurry. She could just wait. The restaurant downstairs in the apartment complex had reopened, so she had a backup plan and wasn't worried at all.

It's just eating, where you eat doesn't matter.

But Qi Lianxin was so worried about this that she was afraid her granddaughter would go out to eat at a small restaurant with her mother. When she woke up, she had a blister on her lip.

Gao Qinghe was speechless when she saw her mother-in-law's state.

I don't know which damn entertainment report it was, but it said that all the small restaurants outside use gutter oil and rat meat to cook, and that eating them will cause all kinds of diseases, which made Ms. Qi Lianxin believe it without a doubt.

On the Lantern Festival, Grandpa Wang volunteered and said to Gao Qinghe and her daughter-in-law:
"If you don't mind, I can come to your house and cook for Yueyue until the nanny arrives?"

"I'm not bragging, but I can still cook a few of my signature dishes."

Wang Xin's wife passed away early, and Wang Xin and his sister were raised by their grandfather with great care, and cooking was an essential skill for him.

Grandpa Wang summarized a set of experiences: cooking is actually like solving math problems. It's mainly about using the right formula. Once you get the formula right, you can easily master it.

Qi Lianxin asked Grandpa Wang uncertainly, "Can you do it?"

Grandpa Wang patted his chest and said, "Isn't that simple? I raised Wang Xin and his sister by myself."

Mentioning Wang Xin made Qi Lianxin's heart skip a beat, and she looked at her daughter-in-law with some hesitation.

Gao Qinghe asked, "Uncle Wang, if your daughter finds out you're cooking at my house, won't she come over and make a scene?"

Grandpa Wang waved his hand dismissively, "She's abroad. Who would know if you didn't tell them? Unless you tattle on her, but even if she did find out, I believe she would understand."

Well, now that things have come to this point, it would be ungrateful of me to refuse his request.

Gao Qinghe immediately smiled sweetly and said, "Uncle Wang, thank you for your hard work."

"So, do you think I should give you the money for groceries and you can go buy them yourself, or should I give you a menu in advance and I'll get up early to buy them for you?" Gao Qinghe asked politely.

Grandpa Wang readily agreed, "Don't mention it. You young people get up late, I can go buy it myself."

As she spoke, she glanced at Qi Lianxin with a grin, "We're all family, it's only right that we help each other out."

Grandpa Wang rolled up his sleeves and asked Qi Lianxin what they wanted to eat for the festival tonight. He said there was no need to wait for Jiang Yu to come home from get off work; he would cook it.

Jiang Qiyue found it all very novel and followed behind him like a little penguin. Taking advantage of the fact that this was her own home, she even offered some pointers to Grandpa Wang since he wasn't familiar with the place.

Qi Lianxin and Gao Qinghe exchanged a glance, their expressions contrasting. Qi Lianxin felt this wasn't quite right, but she couldn't resist Grandpa Wang's overly familiar manner; he had already found some frozen meat in the refrigerator and was busily preparing it.

Having no other choice, Qi Lianxin hurried over and told him what to do, how to do it, and what her family's preferences were.

Gao Qinghe shrugged and leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching the lively scene inside with great interest.

When Jiang Yu returned home in the evening, she found that dinner had already been prepared. She looked at her expressionless brother, then at her smiling sister-in-law, and her little niece who had already picked up her small bowl and was eating heartily.

Suddenly, I have this feeling that the world is so magical.

"He who eats another's food is bound to him," so after the Lantern Festival, Jiang Baohai and his sister tacitly accepted the fact that their mother had a boyfriend.

A person still needs a companion. Ever since Grandpa Wang came to help with the daily meals, Qi Lianxin has been smiling more often than usual, and she has even taken to reading the newspaper like Grandpa Wang.

Qi Lianxin only has a third-grade education.

My family was poor when I was a child, and I didn't have the opportunity to go to school.

But with the arrival of the new era, a new primary school was built in the village, and he started first grade when he was nine years old.

I started school too late; I was already twelve years old when I entered the third grade.

The twelve-year-old rural girl, already a capable worker, was called home by her parents to help with chores.

So even now, Qi Lianxin only recognizes a few simple, commonly used characters.

Jiang Yu had tried to teach her mother to read before, but Qi Lianxin always brushed her off with excuses like "it's unnecessary" or "she can't learn it."

No one in the family expected that, because of Grandpa Wang's arrival, Qi Lianxin, who "couldn't learn" to read, would secretly learn to recognize characters and read newspapers.

As the winter break ended and Jiang Yu was about to leave, she was very pleased to see the changes in her mother and was finally able to put her mind at ease and continue her studies in another province.

There's still no word from the housekeeping company, but Grandpa Wang has recommended a distant cousin from the countryside.

Unfortunately, when they were called into the city, they discovered that the person couldn't speak Cantonese or Mandarin, and spoke with a strong local dialect, making communication a major problem.

The person only stayed for half a day before Gao Qinghe politely saw them off.

Of course, the ticket price and lost wages were fully compensated.

After watching the train leave the station, Gao Qinghe took her daughter home.

Jiang Qiyue licked her lips, pointed her little finger at the food stall by the roadside, and called out, "Mommy, Mommy!"

"This little glutton." Gao Qinghe chuckled helplessly and had no choice but to lead her to a street stall to buy a serving of fried skewers.

With meat and vegetables, it was first deep-fried to remove moisture, then drained and mixed with various seasonings, and finally topped with a spoonful of the soul-stirring houttuynia cordata chili water. Jiang Qiyue ate it until snot bubbles were coming out of her nose, but she still wanted to keep eating.

Gao Qinghe wasn't much better off; her lips were all red. She guessed that the boss must have used chili powder made from bird's eye chilies, otherwise it wouldn't be this spicy!
The mother and daughter rushed into the house, panting heavily, and saw Qi Lianxin answering the phone.

Grandpa Wang didn't come today. He was invited to participate in the opening ceremony of the senior university.

Jiang Qiyue kept saying it was spicy. Gao Qinghe took off her shoes, not even having time to put on slippers, and rushed barefoot to the kitchen to pour two glasses of cold water. Holding one glass in each hand, she drank some water and handed it to her daughter, who was crying.

Qi Lianxin hung up the phone and turned around to see her granddaughter spreading her arms out like wings, her head buried in the water glass, taking a sip and then fanning her hands twice, clearly suffering from the spiciness.

"You ate at a roadside stall again?"

Qi Lianxin walked over with a pained expression and helped hold up her granddaughter's water cup.

Gao Qinghe freed one hand and used a tissue to wipe her daughter's nose.

The disheveled mother and daughter chuckled guiltily, like cats caught stealing fish. (End of Chapter)