No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

Chapter 1108

"You..." Mr. Jin is not a fool, nor is he really without a little bit of ulterior motives. After all, when you reach a certain social status, if you don't touch others, others will touch you. But he did remember what his wife said, that the children are grown up, especially his son who is well-known, if something really happens, his son will be embarrassed. The relationship between them was not good to begin with, and if something happens again, his son will really ignore them.

Over the years, his wife has used these words to remind him. He also thinks this is right. His property is naturally to be left to his son. He really has never considered his daughter. The better his son is, the more he takes himself seriously. Because he feels guilty, because he knows very well that this is someone else's painstaking training. His strictness towards his son is actually a kind of political strategy towards his subordinates. In fashionable terms, it is an obedience experiment.

I used to think that at least there was a fortune here, and my son would never give it up, but now everything is gone. I now know that my wife never believed in me, and all she did and said over the years was calculation and defense.

Mr. Jin kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't continue speaking and suddenly fell to the ground.

Of course, Mrs. Jin ran away while her daughter was rescuing Mr. Jin. Jin Ziying also called an ambulance to take her father to the hospital.

Mrs. Jin took advantage of the chaos and fled abroad. She was an insecure person. And Mr. Jin had a stroke, Jin Ziying stopped trading, held a closed-door meeting for a few days, sold most of Mr. Jin's shares to the second largest shareholder, and the Jin family withdrew from the management. And Jin Ziying handled these things herself and did not bother Jin Zimo again.

As the police arrived, Jin Ziying was clueless. She didn't know anything in the first place. As for what would happen to her mother, she couldn't do anything about it.

When Mr. Jin was in better health, he directly filed for divorce. Mrs. Jin also abandoned her seriously ill husband and absconded with the money! It was legally justifiable. The Jin family kept the wealth from being lost to the greatest extent. But the father and daughter of the Jin family were both disappointed. They didn't know why it had come to this.

Of course, Ou Mengmeng didn't care about the chaos in the Jin family. She was very serious holding the tablet and frying the pork belly using Mo Qin's method. Grandma Bai watched from the side and reminded him from time to time. Mo Qin used the old method of Dongwu. Of course, it was not homely, because the homely method still required blanching, and frying the meat was a bit time-consuming. And the meat was stewed in an electric stew pot or a pressure cooker. One is convenient, and the other makes the meat rot quickly. So Grandma Bai concluded, "See, this guy is old and savvy. He cooks slowly and talks slowly. He can talk about anything. He's always a plus."

"Haha!" Ou Mengmeng laughed. If she had spent one or two hours cooking a pot of meat before, she would have thought that the world was falling apart. But now, she felt that time was meant to be wasted. Could it make money if it was kept? Well, maybe for young people, but not for her anymore.

With the mentality of a scholar, he strictly copied Mo Qin's method. There were four old people, and they had a small bowl of rice, one piece each.

"Delicious!" Bai Ma was the first to speak, and she was not being polite. The three of them were all genuine Dongwu people, and this was the traditional taste of Dongwu, red, crispy meat, and distinct salty and sweet taste, revealing the freshness of the meat.

"It's a little troublesome, but it does have the old taste." Grandma Bai also nodded. When people get old, they like to eat some fatty meat. She didn't bring rice, but just put a piece of meat directly into her mouth and nodded.

"This..." Dad Bai ate a piece and was a little confused. He had been eating the Ou family's version of braised pork for more than 20 years, and now eating the Dongwu version, he felt a little strange. After their children went to the Ou family, the two families would go to the Ou family to cook when they were free. If they were not free, they would ask the restaurant to deliver it. They would find a familiar chef, tell him the request, and he would make it and send it to the Ou family. When the old man and the old lady of the Ou family had an accident, and later, Grandpa Bai also passed away, the two families were considered one family. They are just ordinary parents, who just follow the taste of their children. They eat whatever the children eat, and have forgotten what their own taste is.

"This is the taste of our childhood." Bai's mother snorted at Bai's father. He is the most filial son, and his sons like him, which is the most important thing. At that time, Bai's mother was so angry that she almost died. People love the house and the people in it, but in the end, this guy really bought the casket and returned the pearl. I didn't hypnotize myself so thoroughly.

"Really?" Bai's father couldn't remember. "Yes, this is what I ate in the school cafeteria when I was a kid. My parents' homemade food also tastes like this. When they were young, they didn't have the chance to eat such big pieces of meat. They really ate meat when they went to college and moved to the city. Their taste is actually the taste of the cafeteria."

"What was the previous flavor?" Grandma Bai was also curious.

"That's the flavor of the police station where Zimo worked since he was a child. The chef there is from the north. It should be said that the former director is from the north. He transferred to Dongwu and hired a cook from his hometown. The cook liked Zimo very much. When cooking meat, he couldn't really hide a bowl for Zimo, so he held Zimo in the kitchen and fed him a piece from time to time, under the pretext of tasting the flavor. So Zimo especially likes to eat big pieces of meat and big pieces of ribs. It was a habit he developed at that time."

"They are all good people." Grandma Bai nodded.

"You are the real good people." The reason why Ou Mengmeng specially learned to cook this dish was to make it for the Bai family. Over the years, they really helped a lot. "Really, if you hadn't joined me before, I would still be a little panicked. Zimo's illness was so exhausting to me. I was so afraid that he would stand on the tall building of the school one day. Because of Feifei and the Bai family, he knows what ordinary people are like. Everyone is exhausted. I also want to thank Bai Dad in particular. You have established a correct image of a father for Zimo and Zikui. I am really grateful to the three of you."

"Sister, you're going too far!" Bai Ma held Ou Mengmeng and sighed, "Who would have thought that such a young child would be sick? He looked fine. To say thank you, we have to thank you. At that time, we were really scared. We only had one request for Feifei, that he stay alive."

"That's right. We don't dare to get too close to her, for fear of upsetting her. Just treat the three of them as our own siblings. We raise them together and love them together. So, as the old saying goes, helping others is helping yourself." Grandma Bai also sighed. Who could have known that the child was sick?

It was Bai's father who discovered that Feifei had a problem, and then he asked a doctor friend to help. At that time, it had only been a few years since Leslie Cheung jumped off a building due to depression, and everyone knew about this mental illness. The doctor friend also felt that there was a problem, so he introduced another expert to them, Ou Mengmeng's psychologist friend, who had also been treating Zimo. After seeing Feifei, he suggested that they talk to Ou Mengmeng, who had more experience in taking care of children like this.

When Bai Dad and the others saw this, they thought, isn't this a coincidence? This is the teacher who saved Feifei. They hurried to see Ou Mengmeng. So, what you think is a coincidence is actually a push behind it.

"So you are the stupidest one. You have spent your whole life like this for other people's children." Grandma Bai pinched Ou Mengmeng again.

"Really? What's the point of blood relationship? Who can say now that Zimo and Zikui are not children of the Bai family? The whole Internet knows that Feifei has two weird brothers. Life is about helping others and yourself. I have a cold heart and it's hard for me to be moved by others. It's really a blessing to be a mother without any pain." Ou Mengmeng smiled, thinking about how many lives she had experienced, and looking at the Bai family, "I'm going to Yunnan."

"Do you still want to go?" They had heard that there was a primary school next to her house in Yunnan.

"I can't stay here to babysit for rich people, can I? I want to teach there for a few years. Really teach!"

End of the book

Well, it's finally over. Don't say the story is not over yet, Zimo has completed the puzzle of his life. Zifei and Moqin are actually settled, Zikui's mysophobia is very serious, but his personality is fine. I have been saying that he is the most mentally healthy one among them. The old lady went to Yunnan this time to be herself, not to exile herself, but to do what she likes.