All kinds of people come, and most of them come alone. Yuan Wense has to kneel down and kowtow with the other person, and also has to cry a little, even if it is just howling, it takes a long time to do harm to the body.

Ling's mother never showed up, saying she was ill and not getting better. Everyone can understand that losing her husband in middle age is a particularly unfortunate thing for any woman.

Yuan Wense still saw Zhang's mother and asked, "Does my mother know?"

"Yes, Madam knows."

"Then I will have dinner with my mother later. If she has a bad appetite, I will go and make her something to eat."

Mother Zhang nodded.

Yuan Wense felt uneasy. Although Xu Yong asked him to speak that day, Yuan Wense couldn't really stop going to see Ling's mother.

After receiving the guests for a while, she went to the back to serve Ling's mother. She took the opportunity to stand up, her legs were sore from kneeling.

Ling's mother was dressed in mourning clothes, sitting on a chair in a daze. Yuan Wense came over with hot soup noodles: "Mom, come and have a bowl of plain noodles?"

The corners of Ling's mother's mouth moved slightly: "I..."

"Did I do it myself? Oops, I'm exhausted today. I woke up early in the morning and knelt all morning. I feel a chill in my bones?"

When Ling's mother heard this, she felt distressed: "Mother Zhang, quickly get some hot water and soak Da Gege's feet. Then make some hot noodles."

Yuan Wense said: "Don't worry, I have two bowls. Let us two eat first."

Ling's mother's eyes turned red, she sniffed quietly, and ate a bowl of noodles quietly.

"I'm afraid you weren't reborn as a cook in your previous life. You obviously didn't want to eat, but after eating the noodles you made, I thought they were more delicious than those delicacies from the mountains and seas."

"I don't want to be a cook. I'm very lazy. I would never do it myself if I could enjoy it." Yuan Wense said with a smile. This noodle has been left in the space for several days. It is full of energy and delicious, isn't it?

Zhang’s mother smiled and said: “It’s not Da Gege who is good at his craftsmanship, but it’s Da Gege’s filial piety that makes Madam feel comfortable eating it.”

After Da Gege got married, her husband doted on his concubine, probably because he and his wife had the same problem, so he was very filial, considerate and sensible towards her.

Madam, having such a daughter is countless times better than that son.

Yuan Wense came to find Ling's mother for more than just making noodles. She chatted with Ling's mother: "My father has passed away and you are pregnant with your little brother. What will happen to this stall at home? You will be unable to do anything for a year now.

If you want to do it for Ling Kong, no amount of money will be enough to defeat him."

Ling's mother said, "If you weren't married, it would be a good idea for you to help my mother take care of the house for this year."

The original text laughed: "Stop it, I don't want to work so hard. I am born with a good life. I don't need to make money, who will give me a good mother. Logically speaking, the remaining money in this family belongs to my mother and two younger brothers.

, but the younger brother is still young, and the elder brother doesn’t seem to be able to guard money, and it’s not very safe here. Why don’t you just sell out all those shops. The money is in the hands of the three of you, even if it can’t increase, at least it won’t.

Will it decrease?”

Ling's mother said: "If you give him ten thousand mountains in the sky, he won't be able to keep it. If you give him money, it will be even more troublesome, and he won't be able to keep it."

Yuan Wense had thought about it a long time ago: "Actually, it's simple. My mother will give my brother a sum of money every month, such as 50 yuan in cash, and just transfer it through the bank. In this way, he will be limited in how much he can spend."
Chapter completed!