Hey, I don't want to think about it, the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel, I'm so old, why do I worry so much? The legs are gone, how to live comfortably in the future!

Zhao Guifen got up early in the morning, Mu Caihong was still sleeping, and wanted to make breakfast, but she didn't know where to buy vegetables, and she didn't know how the small stove at the door was making a fire.

After a while, Mu Limin also got up, and the two old men sat in the small courtyard in a daze, you look at me, I look at you, waiting for Mu Caihong to get up.

It wasn't until after ten o'clock, when the sun was getting high, and the two old things were about to faint from hunger, that Mu Caihong came out of his room with a chicken nest on his head and yawned.

"Daddy, Auntie, what are you doing sitting here?"

Mu Limin's face was not good, and Zhao Guifen smiled: "Hong'er, I want to make breakfast for you, but I don't know where the food is, and I don't know how this stove makes a fire." ”

Mu Caihong waved his hand: "No need, walk a few steps at the door, there are soy milk fritters and buns that are sold, you don't have to cook them yourself, Auntie, you wait, I'll go back to the house and get some money for you, you go to the door to buy some." ”

After breakfast, Mu Limin was left at home alone, and the mother and daughter went out into the street together.

When Wang Hong just left yesterday, he said that the two old men had just come and lacked a lot of things, so he gave Mu Caihong 20 yuan and asked her to take her parents to buy some things.

The mother and daughter walked around for several hours, and only then walked back with everything in their hands full.

Coincidentally, when I went back, I happened to pass by the door of Chengwei, and Mu Caihong said to Zhao Guifen: "Auntie, you remember this restaurant, go back later, and I'll tell you something." ”

Zhao Guifen raised her head and looked at this magnificent restaurant: "Ouch, this restaurant is really beautiful, you can get a lot of money for a meal, right?" How much money does the owner of this restaurant have to earn a year? ”

Mu Caihong smiled: "A-Niang, this is Pingjing, where the Son of Heaven lives, rich people can grab a lot of them casually, it's not strange, you remember this restaurant, go back in a while, I'll tell you something." ”

Zhao Guifen nodded: "Alas, remember!" ”

After eating, Zhao Guifen asked, "Hong'er, what do you mean by letting me remember that restaurant at noon?" ”

Mu Caihong said: "Ningya'er is serving dishes in that restaurant!" ”

Zhao Guifen's eyes widened: "What are you talking about, Ningya'er is serving dishes in that restaurant?" How do you know? ”

"I saw it, I saw it last time when Brother Wang took me there for dinner."

Zhao Guifen nodded clearly: "But, but why would she be looking for a job here?" Didn't you say that you were married to the soldier? ”

Mu Caihong glanced at Zhao Guifen: "What's wrong with being a soldier?" How much do soldiers love her so that they can support her for a lifetime? Besides, being a soldier seems good, but how much money can you actually make? ”

Zhao Guifen nodded while smiling: "Yes, yes, yes, that's the reason." ”

"Auntie, you and Daddy are living with me now, the second brother will definitely not say it, he will send you and Daddy money to spend every month, so does Lingya also have to give you some money to support the elderly?"

When Mu Caihong said this, Zhao Guifen felt that it made sense, but wasn't it, it was natural to provide for his parents in old age.

When Ningyaer got married, she didn't get a dime, and now that Ningyaer can make money, she should be filial to her: "Hong'er, how much do you think I should ask for her?" 2k reading network