Joy

Xi Le shook her head, her eyes showing some confusion.

"She, don't agree, do you? Why?"

You Qin waved his hand: "She agreed, I'm just afraid that in her heart..."

Seeing that Youqin didn't mention this matter anymore, Xi Le changed the topic happily: "The refrigerator is much, much easier to use than the previous one!"

You Qin came back to his senses and smiled: "Really? As long as you like it."

Xi Le stretched out a finger, pointed at Youqin, then pointed at herself, and said, "I, give you the sausage."

Speaking of joy, he went to pack a big bag, You Qin smiled wryly: "How can I eat it all by myself..."

After a pause, he remembered about Xu Mu, and said, "By the way, there is a friend who likes your sausage very much. I gave him the address... Let's see if he has time right now."

Xi Le carried her pocket, nodded in confusion but trustingly, it was like doing what You Qin said, and he would do it.

Seeing him like that, You Qin felt very itchy in his heart, he coughed dryly and turned his eyes away, went to the door to make a phone call.

"Hello?" Xu Mu quickly picked it up, a little lazily, "Young Master?"

"Young Master Xu, excuse me." Youqin's voice changed slightly when he was talking about business with people. He was steady and low, with a smile and just the right amount of politeness. Do you remember? I happened to be at the boss's side today, and I wanted to ask if you could help me bring some sausages?"

Xu Mu said "Wait a minute", then seemed to give some instructions to other people, and then smiled again after a while: "That's really great, I told my family about this in the morning Well, the smell is really unforgettable, I was going to ask my assistant to go there. Will it be too much trouble for you?"

"No trouble," You Qin said, "It's a matter of convenience."

Xu Mu said: "Then can you please help me bring ten catties? I have a lot of relatives here, and there are friends and so on. They come and go. I guess ten catties is not enough. I have an older sister, Young Master You I should have heard that I married and went to Vancouver the year before last, and I want to send her some more past."

"That ten catties is probably not enough." You Qin said, "Let's take twenty catties first, and you can see the situation."

"Okay." Xu Mu is also straightforward, "Our family loves spicy food, so we can just ask for ordinary spicy food."

"Okay," You Qin nodded, "I'll have someone send you to the company later...or do you want to send it to your home? Can the guard accept it?"

"Let's go home, I have to bring it again for the company." Xu Mu said, "You can put it at the guard's place, just let me know. I'll send the address to your phone."

"Row."

After going back and forth, and doing another [-]-jin business, You Qin hung up the phone and thought: Maybe he really is a genius selling sausages.

At the same time, Mo Xin's home.

Mrs. Mo had nothing to do today, with slightly curly black hair, a silk crocheted nightdress, and an overshirt in the air-conditioned room, sitting in the study and reading a book.

Although she is nearly fifty years old, there is no trace of age on her face: plump and shiny skin, almost no blemishes, only a few fine lines around the corners of the eyes, black hair, and smudges on her slightly pouty lips. Wearing lip balm, it looks like fresh jelly, and it looks even better when you smile. The smile lines sway a little bit, as if the beauties in the painting come to life, and the eyes are flowing, making your heart feel crisp.

There was a cup of hot tea in her hand, her slender legs rested on the pedals, and her trimmed round toes were pink in color. As she moved, the coat draped over her shoulders slipped slightly, revealing a beautiful curved shape. shoulders.

She looked at the book in her hand, raised her eyebrows or muttered lightly from time to time, the room was filled with the faint fragrance of tea, the temperature of the air conditioner was extremely suitable, and the half-covered window screen cut off the scorching sun outside the window, as if it was a carefree Garden of Eden, Never stained with the misery of the world.

The freshly planted white camellia on the desk in the morning was sprayed with some water, and it looked so bright that the water droplets condensed in the petals; when the door was knocked, Mo Xin whispered without raising her head, "Come in."

The mahogany door was gently opened without disturbing the peaceful atmosphere in the house. Aunt Zhang brought lunch lightly. Among the exquisite dishes, there were two fried sausages on a white porcelain plate, served with Aunt Zhang herself Made the sauce.

The smell of meat immediately disturbed the atmosphere of wanting nothing, and brought a fresh air that belonged to the world. Mo Xin put down the book and looked up: "It smells so good, just smelling it makes me hungry."

Aunt Zhang laughed, put the plate on the table, took the tissue, and set the knife and fork.

"The young master brought it back, didn't you say you wanted to try it? You don't eat these for dinner, and you don't want to eat meat for breakfast, so you only eat them at noon."

Mo Xin's lunch is very simple: boiled shrimp, saury, cold okra, fried tofu, and a small bowl of white rice.

I added an extra fried sausage at noon today, so I removed the saury and replaced it with a bowl of seaweed miso soup.

Mo Xin doesn't like to eat at the dining table by herself, she can eat wherever she is. If she sleeps until noon, she can set up a small table on the bed to eat.

Since she was young, she has been very casual, and she is not very interested in those poor things. When she first married You Yuan a few years ago, Master You scolded her for eating on the bed. However, she also goes in one ear and out the other, and doesn't take it seriously, nor is she angry with Master You.

Mo Xin asked Aunt Zhang to sit across the table and eat together, Aunt Zhang responded and brought her own portion.

The two chatted casually while eating, and Mo Xin said, "Is that the boy from the Song family made this sausage?"

Aunt Zhang nodded: "The quality of the meat is very good, I can feel it when I cook it."

Mo Xin cut it open with a knife, tasted the original flavor first, and then added Aunt Zhang's homemade sauce.

"Well, it's really good," Mo Xin nodded, "It's not very greasy, the meat smells very strong, and the color... looks very natural, it doesn't look like it's been tampered with. After frying it once, the skin on the outside is crispy and elastic. , the meat is just right, not clogging the teeth... well, there is no fat meat to fill the number."

"I went to inquire about it." Aunt Zhang said, "This old Song sausage has a good reputation, there are many old customers, and the taste has never changed over the years. It is said that this meat is also exclusively supplied by an old manufacturer for many years, and the source is very legitimate. "

"Not bad." Mo Xin praised sincerely, "Business is all about reputation. Simply put, it depends on the character of the owner."

Mo Xin paused, and then said: "You Qin went to the police station in the middle of the night, and then stayed at Song Xile's house."

"The police station?" Aunt Zhang was taken aback, "What happened?"

"It's not his accident, it's the Song family..." Mo Xin frowned, and pressed the corner of her mouth with a napkin, "It's all annoying things that can't be put on the table. There are too many mice in the gutter."

Aunt Zhang hesitated for a moment: "Then what do you mean..."

"I wanted him to come back early in the morning and make it clear to me." Mo Xin said, "It's rare for me to take a vacation today, but he is fine. He was busy working as a repairman early in the morning."

Aunt Zhang wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, she shook her head secretly: "Either I'll call the young master and say..."

"No need." Mo Xin waved her hand, "Let's wait until the evening, let him bring that kid back to have dinner together."

Aunt Zhang was a little surprised. She believed that Mo Xin would not underestimate people born from other people, but she was also a mother, so it was normal for her to care about her son.She thought that Mo Xin would have a good talk with the young master first, and then talk about other things, but she didn't expect the progress to be so fast.

"Time is life and money." Mo Xin said, "I don't have so much time to waste for him. If it continues, it will not be good for their feelings. If it is not suitable, cut the mess as soon as possible, and don't waste it on the Song family. time and emotion."

Aunt Zhang agreed, and it took a while before she said: "Sister, are you afraid that what happened to you and your brother-in-law... will happen to them again?"

Hearing this "sister", Mo Xin seemed to be back in her early twenties, when she hired Zhang Jun for the first time.

Zhang Jun was wearing a light pink floral shirt, a pair of wrinkled trousers, a pair of cloth shoes, and a red handbag that was out of tune with her age. With braids, he stood in front of her cautiously.

Mo Xin was already famous at that time, and it was at the height of the sun, she folded her arms and stepped on stilettos, looked at Zhang Jun proudly with her jaw raised, and said, "From now on, you will call me sister."

Zhang Jun occasionally calls her sister in private, but most of the time, he still calls her Mrs. Mo.

When calling sister, the two usually say something heart-to-heart.

But Mo Xin didn't answer this time, and ate in silence. After a while, when Zhang Jun thought she would not answer again, she said lightly: "It's nothing to be afraid of. If I do it again, I will still choose that way. Youqin's path is also chosen by Youqin himself. Only after he has gone through it can he know whether it is worth it or not. It is his life experience, and I have no right to deprive him of it. It's just..."

Mo Xin took a sip of the soup, and said in a very soft voice: "If you want him to be independent, it doesn't mean he doesn't care about everything. If you want him to learn to grow up, you have to give him a chance to learn. As a parent, guidance is the most important thing. Important. As for how to make a decision, that is his business."

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