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Meng Wantang said with a smile: "I am not afraid of those rumors."

"You are not afraid of rumors, why do you want to resign?" the old lady asked with a frown.

Meng Wantang explained: "I was admitted to university, and school will start after the Chinese New Year. I want to focus on my studies, and my major has nothing to do with the work in the furniture factory. I can't just take a leave of absence, right? There's no point in holding such a position, so I might as well give it to someone who needs it."

After hearing this, the old lady looked at Meng Wantang in surprise.

"What did you just say? You got into college? Is this true? Didn't they say you cheated?"

Meng Wantang: "..."

She thought that the people in the factory were just saying sour words and were envious of her for being admitted to Yanjing University.

Who knew she was accused of cheating?

These people are really ridiculous. They can make up any lies.

“I actually got into college.”

The smile on Meng Wantang's lips was almost disappearing.

"So what's the matter with this cheating?" The old lady still looked serious as she waited for Meng Wantang's answer.

Before Meng Wantang could speak, another old man asked, "What university did you apply to, Xiao Meng?"

Meng Wantang: "Yan Da."

"What the hell?"

This time, more than one person was surprised at the old men around them. The old ladies also looked at Meng Wantang with a strange look in their eyes.

"Are those people brainless? You've been admitted to Yanda University, but they still suspect you of cheating. What did you cheat with?" When the old man heard that Meng Wantang was admitted to Yanda University, he sneered and said, "Xiao Qu is such a jerk. He can't even handle such a small thing. No wonder his small factory can't retain talents. If it were me, I wouldn't want to stay in that small factory either."

Meng Wantang couldn't help but smile and said, "Our Director Qu is a good person. Although he is capable, some people have stronger backgrounds than him. It's hard for him to say anything. Besides, people are in the mouths of others, and Director Qu can't control what they want to say."

"What can't he control? That's because he's incompetent."

The old man was so angry that he almost pointed at Director Qu's nose and cursed him.

Meng Wantang silently said sorry to Director Qu in her heart.

After all, this matter was caused by her.

Meng Wantang looked at the angry old man and changed the subject with a smile.

"Master, how about you sit down first and let me feel your pulse? In the past, I could enter the Imperial Hospital. The last time I felt your pulse was last month, and I haven't felt your pulse this month. Please sit down quickly and let me feel your pulse to make sure it's safe."

The old man laughed as soon as he heard it.

"You are such a good girl at flattering yourself." Although the old man spoke harshly, his words were full of joking intent.

He sat down and Meng Wantang took his pulse.

After watching this one, there were still a dozen old men and women waiting behind.

People passing by looked on curiously, and when they saw Meng Wantang taking the pulse of these old men and women, they also came over to line up. As time went by, there were actually quite a lot of people lining up.

Meng Wantang didn't feel tired and watched one after another.

We found that apart from some strain, these old men and women were generally healthy and had no major illnesses.

"Your shoulders and waist are in bad condition. Come to my house someday and I'll give you acupuncture. Do you know where my house is?"

"know."

Meng Wantang finished watching one film after another and was busy until three o'clock in the afternoon.

It was time for dinner, so she hurried home.

An old lady asked in surprise: "Why are you running so fast? Will it be too late to have dinner if you get home?"

“That’s right. If you go back late, not only will you not be able to eat.” You might also end up having to eat some shabby food.

Meng Wantang ran very fast carrying the box.

She walked into the house panting and saw smoke coming out of the kitchen. The children were walking into the house with bowls and chopsticks.

Her heart sank instantly.

It's over.

Will she eat the meal that will come later or not?

Meng Wantang took a deep breath and walked in.

She deliberately looked into the kitchen and saw Lan Youyi standing inside, directing several children to help get things.

Lu Qingye was also helping out inside.

Lin Su was even more well-behaved and had an admiring look on her face. She even said with a smile: "Sister, your cooking skills are really good, comparable to our Wanwan's."

"Is this true? Don't fool me. Wanwan's cooking is so delicious."

Lan Youyi felt that her cooking skills were just good enough to keep herself from starving to death.

She doesn't know that there are people who cook worse than her.

This is the case of picking the shortest among the short ones.

Lan Youyi's cooking skills are just below Meng Wantang's.

"Really? How could I lie to you? If you eat the food cooked by other people in our family, you will know that, except for Wanwan, your cooking skills are the best."

Lan Youyi believed it now.

Meng Wantang stood outside the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be fine as long as the meal was not cooked by his mother or his aunt.

She wouldn't say anything if Gousheng cooked.

Gousheng didn’t learn anything else, but he learned how to eat the above things naturally.

Sometimes when Meng Wantang was not at home, the child would sneak around to get food.

You know what, it tastes pretty good.

Meng Wantang saw a child coming out of the kitchen and quietly running to his room.

Lu Qingye saw her back, came out of the kitchen calmly and followed her back to the house.

Meng Wantang put the things down, washed her hands, looked up and saw Lu Qingye and said, "Why don't you go over and ask me to come back and cook?"

"I saw that you had so many patients to see over there, so I didn't ask you to come back. It's just a meal anyway. Will we starve if you don't cook?"

This is true.

"But we can't ask mom to come over to cook?" Meng Wantang frowned. "It would be fine if we were next door."

Or cook in their yard.

"Besides, she seemed to not know how to cook before, and her family even hired a servant." Meng Wantang has not forgotten the state Lan Youyi was in when she first saw her.

Lu Qingye explained: "She came over and asked to cook. She also said that she wanted you to taste her cooking skills."

"She really knows how to cook. Have you tasted it? How does it taste?" Meng Wantang is now a little worried.

She was really relieved too early.

What if her mother was just trying to coax her mother-in-law and she couldn't actually eat the meal...

Lu Qingye looked at the unpredictable expression on Meng Wantang's face and said with a smile, "It's edible."

“Being able to eat and being delicious are two different things.”

Meng Wantang was desperate.

The uneasiness in her heart did not disappear until she sat down at the dining table.

Lin Su said with a smile: "Let's all raise our glasses to toast my sister Lan. Sister Lan made this meal herself. She has worked hard."

Lan Youyi smiled and said, "What's so hard about this? It's just a meal."