When she heard Jiujiu mention Li Fugui, Wang Cuilian's dried up tears gushed out again.
Wang Cuilian raised her hand to touch her swollen eyelids and said in a choked voice, "What did you dream of your father doing?"
"My father said that since he's gone, I'll be the head of the household from now on. He told me not to put everything on you like before. He told me to pull myself together, work hard on cooking, and bring Drunken Spring Brothel to greater heights."
When Li Fugui taught Li Qian how to cook, he always said this to her. However, Li Qian was still a child at the time and didn't understand Li Fugui's good intentions.
Now that Li Fugui had passed away, when Jiujiu said this line about Li Fugui again, Wang Cuilian's tears fell like rain, unable to stop herself.
She didn't know why she was crying.
She didn't know if she should cry that her husband didn't forget to care about her after his death, or that her child had finally grown up. As a mother, she was extremely gratified.
When Wang Cuilian finished crying, Jiujiu handed her a warm handkerchief to wipe her eyes that were sore from crying.
Wang Cuilian's eyes reddened again when she felt Jiujiu's change.
Although her husband had passed away, she still had a well-behaved and sensible daughter.
Because of the change in her state of mind and Jiujiu's personal medicine, Wang Cuilian's condition improved day by day. After seven days, Wang Cuilian was already able to walk.
For the past few days, Jiujiu had been staying in the kitchen, practicing her knife skills.
Jiujiu was confident that she was better than Li Fugui when it came to controlling seasonings. However, to become a famous chef, taste wasn't the only thing that mattered.
Without good knife skills, no matter how good the taste was, it wouldn't be able to attract a true glutton.
A true chef's dishes should look, smell, and taste alike.
Jiujiu already had a foundation in martial arts. Although it had only been seven days, her knife skills were already at a level that could barely scare people.
When Wang Cuilian's body was almost healed, Jiujiu felt that her knife skills were almost there and prepared to open a new restaurant.
However, the opening of a restaurant not only required an excellent chef, but also some odd jobs.
Jiujiu pondered for a while about the money she still had and the recent situation. She decided to wait for Wang Cuilian's body to completely recover before recruiting people to open the shop.
Because Li Fugui's death was too much of a blow to Wang Cuilian, even with Jiujiu's meticulous care, Wang Cuilian still had to recuperate for half a month before barely recovering her health.
After Wang Cuilian recovered, Jiujiu told Wang Cuilian about her plans to reopen the store.
After Li Fugui passed away, Wang Cuilian hoped more than anyone that Jiujiu could take charge of Drunken Spring Brothel. But now, when Jiujiu told her that she wanted to reopen the store, Wang Cuilian hesitated.
During this time, Jiujiu took good care of her every day. She even went into the kitchen every night and did not come out until midnight.
This kind of hard work was something that even an adult would not be able to bear, not to mention Jiujiu who had just celebrated her fourteenth birthday.
Wang Cuilian saw Jiujiu's hard work and hard work. Because of this, she began to reflect on whether her decision to let Jiujiu support Drunken Spring Brothel was right.
Jiujiu was Li Fugui's only daughter and his only successor. She was also the youngest daughter that she had pampered for fourteen years.
At Jiujiu's age, other girls would be happy at their parents' knees and let their parents find a suitable partner for them to marry. Instead, Jiujiu had to take care of her mother who was dragging her down after her father's death. And now, she had to take over Drunken Spring Brothel as a girl.
Drunken Spring Brothel was such a big restaurant that it would take at least three to five years to support it.
In three to five years, Jiujiu had already turned from a young girl waiting to be married into an old woman.
Even if Jiujiu could bring Drunken Spring Brothel to greater heights, but because of this, she had missed the best time. If Jiujiu could not find a suitable husband, how could she face Li Fugui?
Wang Cuilian tossed and turned in bed all night. The next morning, she began to have a fever.
Jiujiu looked at Li Cuilian's red cheeks and dry lips due to the lack of water and let out a long sigh.
Jiujiu put a towel in the basin and wet it with water. After wringing it dry, she placed the towel on Wang Cuilian's forehead.
When Wang Cuilian's temperature dropped, Jiujiu went to get medicine for Wang Cuilian's treatment.
Jiujiu went to buy medicine from the pharmacy and came back to boil it. After watching Wang Cuilian drink it, she asked, "Mother, do you have something on your mind?"
If she didn't have something on her mind, how could she be so sick today when she was fine yesterday?
Faced with Jiujiu's concerned face, Wang Cuilian wanted to say something but hesitated. She had a stomach full of things to say, but she didn't know how to tell Jiujiu.
She could directly tell Jiujiu that she didn't want her to continue running Drunken Spring Brothel. She was afraid of hurting Jiujiu's feelings. After all, in order to reopen Drunken Spring Brothel, Jiujiu had been practicing in the kitchen every night. But if she didn't say it, she was afraid that Jiujiu would delay her marriage because of Drunken Spring Brothel and become an old woman.
Wang Cuilian's heart swayed between these two things. After a long time, she said, "Qian 'er, Mother thinks that we shouldn't reopen Drunken Spring Brothel."
Although Wang Cuilian really wanted Jiujiu to inherit Li Fugui's mantle and bring Drunken Spring Brothel to greater heights, in the end, her motherly instincts prevailed. She still felt that her daughter's well-being was better than anything else.
Wang Cuilian's words shocked Jiujiu. Jiujiu blinked in confusion and asked in confusion, "Mother, what did you say?"
Wang Cuilian struggled to sit up in bed and looked at Jiujiu. "Mother understands that you want to inherit your father's mantle. But you're not young anymore. You're old enough to get married. If you open a restaurant and delay it for another two years, what will you do if you can't find a suitable husband?"
Speaking of this, Wang Cuilian's heart ached faintly. But when she thought about how she was giving up Drunken Spring Brothel for Jiujiu's marriage, her heart calmed down.
Wang Cuilian pursed her dry and hot lips. She raised her hand to touch Jiujiu's cheek and revealed a gentle smile. "Mother knows that you feel that Drunken Spring Brothel is your father's lifelong foundation and that it's a pity to give it up. But you have to know that to your father and I, you are the most precious treasure in our lives. Your father and I are happier than anything else that you can be happy. Even if we have to give up Drunken Spring Brothel, your father and I wouldn't even bat an eyelid.
Listen to Mother, let's not reopen the restaurant. "
After finally saying this, Wang Cuilian let out a long sigh of relief. She looked into Jiujiu's eyes and said with a gentle smile, "When Mother recovers from her illness, I'll ask someone to sell Drunken Spring Brothel. The two of us will pack up and go back to your father's hometown. There, we'll find a suitable husband for you. What do you say?"
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