When Zheng Xianjing arrived at the Mo family, the old couple of Mo family were sitting in the living room and sighing, their faces full of sorrow.

"Grandpa Mo, Grandma Mo."

"Xianjing is here." Seeing Zheng Xianjing, Old Mrs. Mo squeezed out a smile from the corner of her mouth.

"Grandma Mo, this is the chicken soup my mother asked me to bring you. Drink it while it's hot." Zheng Xianjing handed the insulation box in her hand to Mrs. Mo.

Thinking that it was not suitable to come to the Mo family with empty hands, Zheng Xianjing packed a copy from the store.

Old Mrs. Mo said in surprise: "Chicken soup? Did your mother cook it myself?"

"Yes," Zheng Xianjing nodded, her face was not red, and her heart was not beating: "My mother knows that you and Grandpa Mo must be feeling bad now, so let me see you."

Old Mrs. Mo patted Zheng Xianjing's hand with relief and sighed: "Your mother is really interested."

Zheng Xianjing uncovered the lid of the insulation box and scooped out two bowls of chicken soup from it, "Grandpa Mo, Grandma Mo, please try it out and see how my mother's skills are?"

"Okay, okay." Mo Fuhai and Old Lady Mo reached out to take the chicken soup, praising Zheng Xianjing for being filial.

Zheng Xianjing then comforted: "Grandpa Mo, Grandma Mo, don't be sad, don't be sad, Zhao Jingrong and Uncle Mo Liu will lose her relationship! I believe that Uncle Mo Liu can definitely find a better girl, one thousand times better than Zhao Jingrong and ten thousand times more!"

"I believe that one day, Zhao Jingrong will regret what she did yesterday!" Speaking of this, Zheng Xianjing's eyes were full of firm expressions.

There is no need to think that Zhao Jingrong will regret it.

However, there is no regret medicine in this world for her to take.

Zheng Xianjing knows secrets that others don’t know, so she will definitely grasp them firmly.

The more Zhao Jingrong looks down on Mojima, the more she can highlight her!

Old Mrs. Mo looked at Zheng Xianjing in surprise, "Xianjing, do you really think so?"

She didn't expect that although Zheng Xianjing was not old, she was so sensible.

No one outside looked down on Mo Chishen, but Zheng Xianjing believed so much!

Zheng Xianjing nodded, glanced upstairs and said solemnly: "Of course! Some people of Grandma Mo have accumulated strength. I believe that Uncle Mo Liu's future will be unlimited! Let Zhao Jingrong regret it in the future!"

Old Mrs. Mo was so moved that she was about to cry.

Mo Fuhai was also successfully comforted by Zheng Xianjing.

Zheng Xianjing held the hand of Mrs. Mo and said coquettishly: "Grandma Mo, if Zhao Jingrong regrets it in the future, come back crying and beg you, you and Grandpa Mo will ignore her!"

Old Mrs. Mo was amused by Zheng Xianjing, and her originally depressed mood was wiped out, "Okay, okay, ignore her! Let's make her regret it to death!"

"Yes." Zheng Xianjing nodded.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the spiral stairs.

Zheng Xianjing looked up and saw a erect figure walking down from the upper floor. Her delicate eyebrows, slightly raised phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, and thin lips all looked like Zheng Xianjing liked it.

Although all the men in the Mo family are handsome and handsome, and have a pair of standard phoenix eyes, Mo Qishen is undoubtedly the most outstanding among them.

What I said just now should have been heard by Moqishen?

right!

I must have heard it.

Mo Qishen may have started looking at her differently now.

Zheng Xianjing suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, stood up and said politely: "Uncle Mo Liu."

Mo Qi nodded lightly and put his suit on his shoulders casually, "My parents, I have some urgent matters to go out, and I may not have time to come back in the near future."

"Ah? Are you leaving again?" Old Mrs. Mo stood up reluctantly.

Mo Fuhai also stood up.

Mojiki nodded.

Old Mrs. Mo continued, "Then when will you come back after this trip?"

Mo Qishen looked at the watch, "The specific time is still uncertain, but don't worry, I will definitely come back before the end of the year."

My son was just broken off from the engagement and is now going out again. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell what is going on. The more Mrs. Mo thought about it, the more pitiful her son, and she burst into tears.

"Mom, why are you still crying?" Mo Qishen reached out to hug Mrs. Mo, patted her back, and comforted her: "I'm just going out for a while, and it's not that I won't come back."

Mo Fuhai looked stern, "Okay, stop crying! What does it look like if people look at it!"

Zheng Xianjing comforted her softly: "Grandma Mo, Uncle Mo Liu is going out to do big things, you don't have to worry."

The meaning of pleasing Zheng Xianjing in her words was too obvious. Mo Qi looked up at Zheng Xianjing.

Capturing the profound eyes, Zheng Xianjing immediately lowered her head shyly.

I noticed her.

Mo Qishen finally noticed her.

Zheng Xianjing's heart was like a little deer hitting her, jumping non-stop.

Do big things?

What big thing can Moqishen do?

Although she knew that her son had nothing to do, Mrs. Mo felt a little comforted, and held Mojishen's hand and said, "Lao Liu, then you promised mom not to do stupid things, be good, do you understand?"

Mo Qishen nodded, reached out to wipe off the tears from the old lady Mo's face, and said with a smile: "Mom I know, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of myself."

For some reason, the more Mrs. Mo saw Moji laughing, the more uncomfortable she felt.

This child is so pitiful. He is still forcing his face to smile at this time.

"Go, don't worry about your mother, I'm at home." Mo Fuhai patted Mo Qishen's shoulder.

"Dad, then I'll leave." Mo Qishen leaned over, hugged Mo Fuhai, and then turned around and left.

After being hugged by his son, Mo Fuhai smiled and said angrily: "This bastard."

Zheng Xianjing looked at Mo Qishen’s back and shouted: “Uncle Mo Liu’s journey is good!”

The only thing that responded to Zheng Xianjing was Moqishen's back.

But Zheng Xianjing didn't care.

As long as you pay attention to her, it's fine.

The rest must be taken slowly.

A calculating curve was raised on the corner of Zheng Xianjing's mouth.

**

Ni Yan's business has been very good during this period. The noodles and sour plum soup prepared every day were sold out before 11:00 in the morning.

In just one week, she had already made a net profit of 1,900 yuan.

Looking at Sun Chunxiang, not only did he not make any money, but he lost his capital.

It is precisely because of Sun Chunxiang's example that many people want to imitate Ni Yan, but are reluctant to take action.

Although their business is not as good as Ni Yan's, they can make at least a little profit. It is better to make a little profit than to lose money.

Sun Chunxiang was anxious and frowning.

She originally thought it would be easy to find the kind of sauerkraut that Ni Yan used, but she searched through the farmers' markets in the entire capital and couldn't find the same one.

It won’t work if you continue like this!

My son is still waiting for her to pay the tuition fee.

Although the incident with his daughter Zhu Yonghong affected his son, the school said that as long as he paid a fine of 1,000 yuan and wrote a review letter, his son could return to school.

At this time, she couldn't hold her son back.

The reason why Ni Yan can make sauerkraut fish so delicious is that there must be other secret recipes!

As long as you find a way to get the secret recipe, you will not worry about lack of business.

Thinking of this, Sun Chunxiang had an idea in her heart.

On that day, Ni Yan finished selling the noodles and was about to close the stall, he saw Sun Chunxiang coming with a basket of apples.

"Xiao Ni, your business is pretty good these days, right?"

"It's pretty good," Ni Yan looked up at her, "Are you okay?"

I smile at everyone, it depends on who is standing in front of me.

For people like Sun Chunxiang, Ni Yan was too lazy to deal with it, let alone laugh.

Little bitch!

Very proud!

Sun Chunxiang looked at the two empty iron buckets, and the sour water in her heart was about to emerge. However, thinking of the purpose of this trip, Sun Chunxiang still smiled and said:

"Xiao Ni, isn't this a misunderstanding between our Honghong and you some time ago? So my aunt came to apologize to you. It was my aunt who didn't teach her daughter well, and it was my aunt who was sorry for you. Xiao Ni, I hope you don't get used to it. Look at everyone doing business on the same street, and it's so bad that it's a mess?"

Ni Yan didn't stop talking and continued to lower her head to close the stall.
To be continued...