You make money, I spend it, the rich stepmother is happy

The garden square is divided into several areas.

Usually, the square dance team occupies a piece, and the old men who play chess and chat take a piece.

People writing on the ground with a brush occupy a secluded area.

People shaking cattail fans to do their homework gathered in the shady part under the shade of the trees.

Everywhere, there are fireworks in the world.

Sheng Mumu actually liked this atmosphere very much.

Sometimes when accompanying Feng Yaoqin to the garden square, she would not rush home in a hurry, but stroll around leisurely.

After going back and forth, many people knew her.

"Hey, Xiao Feng's daughter-in-law is here."

He was wandering around when he was stopped by a voice.

According to the reputation, it was Uncle Zhou who liked to walk parrots at night, and he was calling her with a birdcage.

"Hello, Uncle Zhou."

"Eh."

Take a few more steps.

"Mu Mu, Sister Feng's daughter-in-law, Mu Mu, come here, auntie cut a watermelon, come and eat a piece?"

Aunt Yang, who was listening to the radio on a bamboo chair, kindly called her over to eat watermelon.

……

Sheng Mumu seemed to be born with a kind of magical power that people like.

Even people who have not been together for a long time, as long as they chat for a few days, they will always be attracted by the optimism and fun that she radiates from the inside out, even if the other party is a person with an age gap of 30 or [-] years.

Because of having such a beautiful, filial and lovable daughter-in-law, Feng Yaoqin quickly became the most enviable little old lady in Garden Square.

I am very happy every day, and the movements when dancing in the square dance are light and joyful.

I am more and more satisfied with my daughter-in-law, but somehow, my dissatisfaction with my son gradually deepens.

On this day, Feng Yaoqin called Qi Mo.

The phone was connected quickly, and Qi Mo's deep and steady voice came, "Mom."

Feng Yaoqin cut to the chase: "What's the matter with you?"

The other end of the phone seemed to be puzzled, and was silent for a few seconds.

Feng Yaoqin complained, and continued:

"Mumu is busy with work, but she always finds time to come to the garden square to accompany me, but you always can't spare time, tell me, I've been back for so long, someday you won't—"

"Mom, I'm coming tonight." There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone, and he said in a low and gentle voice, "I'll come with Mumu to accompany you tonight."

Feng Yaoqin squeezed the phone tightly.

Originally, I just wanted to complain a few words, but I didn't expect my son to agree so quickly.

Instantly smiled:

"Okay, that's great."

Before hanging up the phone, Feng Yaoqin added:

"Call Shaobai too, so that he won't be bored doing the papers at home every day. Today is Saturday, let's rest."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

……

in the afternoon.

Steward Zhang knocked on the door of Qi Shaobai's room, and relayed what he had just received from his husband's phone call.

"What? Dad asked me to dance square dance with grandma?" Qi Shaobai rubbed his ears and frowned.

I suspect I heard wrong.

Butler Zhang looked troubled.

"Yes, master. The sir said on the phone that you can come over at night when you are free. I guess...probably...maybe...possibly, it's dancing."

"I still have papers to write." Qi Shaobai put his hands on the door, intending to close it, "I won't go."

Outrageous, who started square dancing at the age of 17?

Besides, he can't dance even if he is seventy.

Steward Zhang stretched out his hand against the crack of the door that was about to close, and squeezed in:

"My wife asked me to tell you, don't be late at night, she and my husband are waiting for you in the garden square."

Qi Shao gave a blank hand, then gradually let go, and opened the door a little.

"Are they going too?"

Butler Zhang responded truthfully: "I don't know either, maybe it is."

Maybe it was the wife who lied to the young master.

After all, it is impossible to use common sense to guess the words of this lady with a strange brain circuit and elusive actions.

Qi Shaobai fell into deep doubts.

Big question marks appeared in the clear eyes.

Not really.

what are they thinking.

Are you earning enough money and planning to retire early?

Form a group to dance square dance? ? ?

Given how busy they are at work, this conjecture is not very tenable.

Seeing Qi Shaobai's puzzled look, Zhang Steward smiled quietly.

Sure enough, it worked.

Now it is easier to use the words of the wife than the words of the husband.

Helpful housekeeping tips have been added.

……

night.

A family of three with outstanding looks appeared in the garden square, attracting the attention of old men and women.

Feng Yaoqin stood proudly in front of the three of them, introducing to the square dancers.

Look at Sheng Mumu first.

"This is my daughter-in-law, everyone is familiar with it."

Someone around answered with a smile: "I'm very familiar, Mu Mu, it's a street in the garden square, if you ask who is Mu Mu, you will know."

Feng Yaoqin smiled until the corners of her eyes wrinkled, unable to hide her pride.

Looking at the two tall men standing on the left and right of Mu Mu, he introduced:

"This is my son Qi Mo and grandson Qi Shaobai."

Qi Mo nodded slightly, his expression gentle and calm.

Sheng Mumu held back a smile from the side.

It's so strange, Mr. Qi, who usually has a cold aura and rejects people thousands of miles away, is so gentle and docile in front of his mother's friends.

Fun and interesting.

She turned her gaze to Qi Shaobai's side, and the smile that she could not hold back was completely uncontrollable.

"Pfft~" A laugh came out.

Facing the elders who greeted warmly from left to right, Qi Shaobai's rebellious and naturally stinky face showed an extremely unnatural smile, as if the corners of his mouth were being lifted up by someone, he mechanically greeted the people next to him :

"Hello grandpa."

"Hello grandma."

"Grandpa and grandma are good."

Sheng Mumu went over to make a rescue, and passed the bag over, "Xiao Qi, let me take you there for a stroll, I know this area well, help me get the bag."

"Okay, okay." Qi Shaobai gave her a thankful look, and hurriedly caught her bag.

At this moment, music resounded through the square.

When the time came to eight o'clock, Smart Xiaoai started playing music.

The crowd who had just gathered in twos and threes began to gather in one place.

Move your arms and legs and get ready to dance.

Behind him, the man with a lazy and gentle posture took a few steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

Moved his arm to the side, looked at it gently from the side, and said in a deep voice:

"Go, take me for a walk too."

Sheng Mumu looked back into his dimly warm eyes, and looked down to see his outstretched arm.

He hesitated for only a second, and quickly grabbed it professionally, smiling.

"Well, let's go."

Qi Shaobai was stunned for a moment, and followed the footsteps of his father and stepmother slowly.

With a bag in his hand, he walked lazily behind.

This time, it took less than half a minute to accept the reality.

ok, fine.

Another day as a tool man.

got used to.