"It's over. We won't be able to eat supper or celebrate."
"What's wrong?" Qin Chu tilted his head and looked at Huo Mien.
"My mom called and asked me to go home right now. I'm guessing … she saw me on TV and is going to scold me again."
"It's okay, I'll go with you."
Then, Qin Chu drove straight to Sky Blessing Court, Huo Mien's mother's home.
"Sister Huo Mien, you're here …" Yang Xiuping opened the door.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Qin Chu behind Huo Mien …
"Brother-in-law, you're here too?" she greeted him.
Qin Chu nodded slightly but didn't say anything …
Qin Chu was a man of few words. Other than Huo Mien, he rarely spoke more than three sentences to anyone else.
Of course, work was an exception …
Therefore, Assistant Yang always thought that he was very lucky. His boss was a big shot, and other than A Young Lady, he was the one who talked the most.
This was also a form of favor in disguise.
"Mom, you were looking for me?" Huo Mien walked in, took off the scarf around her neck, and took off her down jacket.
The winter wind was bone-chilling, but it was spring inside the house.
Yang Meirong loved potted plants, so the living room on the first floor was filled with green plants.
Devil's Ivy, Tiger Orchid, Fortune Tree, Fugui Bamboo, and Smooth Sailing …
After taking off her down jacket, Huo Mien picked up the watering can and went to water the Fortune Tree.
Yang Meirong seemed to be cooking in the kitchen, so she immediately walked out when she heard her daughter's voice.
"Mian, I just saw you on TV."
"Mhm, that was a live broadcast. Did I look good on camera, Mom?" Huo Mien asked with a cute smile.
"You … I told you to keep a low profile, didn't I? Don't be so ostentatious, fame scares people … "Yang Meirong tried to persuade her daughter.
"Mom … it's okay, I only did it once, and … it was an entertainment program, haha."
Huo Mien listened to his mother's nagging as he watered the flowers …
In order to prove that he was fine, he had to play along and smile foolishly to reassure his mother.
"Qin Chu is here too?" Yang Meirong finally noticed Qin Chu who was sitting on the sofa.
"Auntie …" Qin Chu nodded and greeted her.
"You're still calling me Auntie? Mr. Qin, are you sleepwalking? "Huo Mien turned around and asked.
Qin Chu immediately understood. Then, he shyly looked at Yang Meirong and called out, "Mom."
Yang Meirong was embarrassed. She was used to Qin Chu calling her Auntie, so it was quite unexpected for him to call her Mom.
"Mom … why are you still standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and pay the money," Huo Mien joked.
"Right, right, right … Look at me, I forgot …"
Then, Yang Meirong slapped her forehead and ran up to the second floor …
"Um … I was kidding, she really did go …" Huo Mien put down the watering can and stood up.
"Sister Huo Mien, have you and my brother-in-law had dinner yet?" Yang Xiuping suddenly asked.
"Not yet. Is there food at home? "
"Yes, my auntie and I made pig trotter soup. It's really good, I'll get you guys a bowl."
"Okay."
Huo Mien nodded, but she noticed that Yang Xiuping said she made pig trotter soup with her auntie.
However, Huo Mien knew that it was her mother's specialty and she had never learned it. How did Yang Xiuping learn it?
Why did she have to emphasize that she made it with her mother? Was she trying to show how virtuous she was? She knew everything.
Soon, Yang Meirong rushed downstairs with a big red envelope in her hand …
It was really big …
She carefully handed it to Qin Chu. "Here, take it."
"Auntie … Mom, it's okay." Qin Chu was too old to take money from an elder.
"Take it, it's a little something from me."
"Mom's giving it to you, so take it." Huo Mien smiled.
Qin Chu finally took the red envelope. It was really heavy …
"Hey, rich mom … let me guess how much you put in it. It's 10,001 yuan, right? "Huo Mien walked up behind Yang Meirong and asked coyly as he wrapped his arms around her neck.
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