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Chapter 7 Can’t go to Daoxiang Village
  "mom."

Seeing his mother being serious and ignoring him, Zhang Ruixuan finally got a little panicked.

Suddenly, for some reason, my brain twitched and I blurted out: "Huh...Mom?"

He even grabbed his mother's hand and started writing on the paper.

Mother Zhang across from me was stunned for a moment, and most unconsciously followed her son in reciting this word. This is the first word that almost everyone learns from childhood.

"Mother……"

"Mom loves you."

Instinct made Mother Zhang murmur to her son Zhang Ruixuan, and she quickly wrote it out in her hand. Four beautiful words appear on the paper.

After a moment, he repeated the words on his lips. Only this time it has the subject: "Son, mother loves you."

While Zhang Ruixuan was still immersed in this moment of joy, Zhang's mother seemed to remember something, and flames of annoyance suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Hearing his mother's long-lost words, Zhang Ruixuan was no longer in the mood to think about what had just happened. He just thought that after making the request, he gave his mother a step down, so the latter casually found a reason to reconcile with him: "Mom, that……"

Zhang Ruixuan said this coyly, rather than saying like a big girl, it is better to say that the owner followed the pet, and the appearance of Mimi before she was found guilty of doing bad things can be said to be carved from the same mold!
  Listening to her son's words, Zhang's mother subconsciously shrank her neck back and looked around at the situation in her son's courtyard. She saw some corners that had not been cleaned. In the most vigorous period of life in the capital, many old friends left and the hometown was vacant. The feeling of ruins.

After not being here for more than two years, Zhang's mother couldn't care less about lamenting now. She just looked at the rags on her body and couldn't remember at all how she went out dressed like this.

When Zhang's mother came back to her senses, she looked into the house and realized immediately: due to her son's tidying up, the house was now just a ball of donkey dung - the surface was shiny!
  After looking her son up and down again, Mother Zhang was so angry that her eyelids jumped: "I know you can't behave like a human being when you are alone in a courtyard!"

"I, mom..." Wasn't it my own mother who did this? Why are you angry with yourself now? It's a pity that Zhang Ruixuan's usually unreasonable mouth couldn't be more pretentious when it came to his own mother. He choked back before he could say anything.

"Don't call me mom! The only time you can remember that I am your mom is when you have a child to eat and drink!" Mother Zhang concluded sharply.

"You want to eat rice dumplings, right?"

She only remembered that she seemed to have received a call from her son. How she got here all the way, Zhang's mother could not remember at all. Before Zhang Ruixuan could reply, she could not help but mutter: "I am really old. I am old." What a sign of dementia!”

"Impossible!" Grandpa was like this back then, slowly forgetting his own existence. Now Zhang Ruixuan can't hear the words "Alzheimer's" the most.

"You heard this clearly. Back then I..."

As soon as his mother starts nagging, Zhang Ruixuan automatically turns on the blocking mode. The main idea is that if you say I should do it, if I can't do it, I will say I am incapable. Zhang Ruixuan skillfully played all the tricks in the workplace on his mother.

"You won't listen!" Mother Zhang also thought clearly during this time. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. It’s useless to say anything, so just do whatever you want. Anyway, the family’s wealth is here, and it won’t be empty in a hundred or ten years. Zhang Ruixuan is just too lazy, sleeps to death, and plays to death. , and will not starve to death.

"Hey hey hey." He stretched out his hand and tugged on his clothes awkwardly. After all, Zhang Ruixuan was not so shameless that he didn't realize that there was something wrong with what he usually did.

"Just laugh!"

"Ouch... Mimi!"

Mimi twisted her waist, and with a hint of arrogance, she stepped with her front paws not half a meter away from Zhang's mother, and another long lazy waist came to rescue her master.

"Come, grandma, give Mimi a hug." Mother Zhang sent out the invitation, and Mimi was very cooperative, not even having a little temper. "Okay Mimi, go back and follow grandma. We won't suffer with your father here!"

After listening to his mother's words, Zhang Ruixuan was not happy: "Mom, it eats better than me, look at how fat it is!" "You can say that I live a bad life, and you can't say that it follows me. I'm suffering, you're bumping around, you're in a truck, and you're out of shape. Last month I took him for a checkup, and the doctors said he'd have a heart attack if he continued to eat!"

"Are you relying on me for a good meal?" Putting her breasts gently on the ground, Zhang's mother stood up and hammered her waist. From the looks of it, her breasts were indeed not considered light.

Mother Zhang has always known that Mimi doesn't want to be held by someone and restricts her freedom. She has known it since the day Zhang Ruixuan refused to listen and bought Mimi back.

"You don't know how to cook yourself, and why can't you do it because I didn't teach you how to cook?"

Zhang Ruixuan is a little jealous of Mimi. The mother will remember every detail of what it hates and what it likes, and she has never been with such a fierce pussy...

"Are you even competing with a cat by yourself?"

Zhang's mother stretched out her hand and tugged at the broken strips on Zhang Ruixuan's body: "Look, what are they wearing? Go and get two pieces of normal clothes, and give your mother one piece too!"

In order to prevent his biological mother from talking about it, Zhang Ruixuan simply did not ask the reason. It's just... I rummaged through the boxes and found only one cheongsam that belonged to my mother when she was young.

"Mom, this..."

Seeing her son's cowardice and daring to do things he shouldn't, Zhang's mother became furious and grabbed her clothes: "What are you doing, you moron? How can you go out dressed like this?" Woolen cloth?"

"You said you want to eat rice dumplings. Do you have any rice dumpling leaves at home?" Mother Zhang rushed into the toilet to change clothes, without stopping to mutter, "What's more, how can you be so greedy just in time for the Dragon Boat Festival?"

"Why are you giving me a cheongsam? There are no other clothes at home?"

"Here at home, take the mugwort and boil it in water to get rid of bad luck... Look at what you are doing every day..."

"Didn't your grandfather tell you about these things back then? He is a very particular person! It's not how your father and I gave birth to someone like you who doesn't understand anything."

The words came one after another. Mother Zhang had changed her clothes, and because she had just blurted out, the mentioned Mr. Zhang sighed: "You, you didn't learn from your grandfather, you are so stubborn and can't listen to others." Speaking, I learned quite clearly!"

"Okay, if you are willing to go out with me, we, mother and son, will hardly have a chat on the way. If you don't go, forget it."

Zhang's mother changed into her cheongsam and walked out. She also knew that her son didn't have a mirror: "Mom is getting old. She can't compare with her past!"

"This cheongsam was from when your dad and I got married. He went to the tailor to sew it for me by hand!"

Time and people are passing by. At this age, Zhang’s mother has already understood that living is happiness. How can she have any thoughts to regret the spring and autumn?

"Okay, I'll take you to Daoxiang Village to buy some rice dumpling leaves and bean fillings. I don't know if there will be any glutinous rice sellers there this year. If not, let's buy ready-made rice dumplings from Wufangzhai..."

Zhang Ruixuan was obviously still immersed in what his mother just said, and didn't listen at all until Zhang's mother patted her on the shoulder: "Let's go to Daoxiang Village first!"

"You can't go to Daoxiang Village!"

　①Chinese clothing making techniques (dragon and phoenix cheongsam making techniques) and Chinese clothing making techniques (Manchu cheongsam making techniques) are both national intangible cultural heritage

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　　Off-topic: As for the plot I have designed so far, there are still two or three chapters left. The male protagonist will come back again, and it should be almost ready to be connected to the live broadcast system.

　　
  　
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