Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Chapter 11 Cooking food and setting up a stall
Afterwards, Shen Qingyue turned to Dongdong and smiled slightly: "Dongdong, don't be afraid. Sometimes, we need to teach some people a lesson and let them know their bottom line."

Dongdong's eyes were red and she nodded hard: "Mom, I understand."

Shen Qingyue spread the money on the table and began to count it calmly.

Dongdong stood nearby, glancing at the money on the table from time to time, and then secretly glancing at Shen Qingyue, her little heart filled with complicated emotions.

"3000 yuan." Shen Qingyue sighed softly, and then said: "This is the state subsidy given to us after your father died. For us, this is really a huge amount of money."

Dongdong frowned. Although he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed yearning for that money.

"Mom, are we living on this money now?"

Shen Qingyue nodded lightly and added: "In addition, there are the five hundred yuan given by your grandfather and the one hundred yuan just returned from Li Huimin."

"So, how do we use it?" Dongdong said softly, but the concern in his eyes could not be ignored.

Shen Qingyue smiled softly: "We will save half first, which is one thousand and fifty, and the remaining one thousand and fifty will be used as daily expenses. In this way, we can ensure that we have emergency reserve funds without making life too much. Struggle."

Dongdong stared at the money silently, and then looked at her mother with a look that seemed worried.

He dragged Shen Qingyue's clothes and asked in a low voice: "You won't take the money and leave me, right?"

Shen Qingyue looked at Dongdong in shock, seeing his innocent and somewhat frightened eyes.

She quickly held Dongdong's face and said distressedly: "Dongdong, this money is all for you and our future."

With tears in her eyes, Dongdong muttered in a low voice: "I'm just afraid you'll leave me, I'm afraid you'll be alone at home."

Shen Qingyue's heart tightened, and she took a deep breath to try to calm down.

"Dongdong, you have to know that mother will never leave you. This money is just to improve our lives so that you can go to a good school and wear good clothes. Do you know the promise that mother made to you?"

Dongdong nodded, but seemed a little confused.

Shen Qingyue said softly: "I promise, we will live a good life. Mom will work hard. This money is only temporary, just the beginning. Do you understand?"

Dongdong bit her lip, and then nodded cautiously: "I believe you."

Shen Qingyue smiled, pulled up Dongdong, hugged him gently, and comforted him in her arms: "Okay, a lot of things happened today, and you are tired too. Mom will accompany you to bed."

Dongdong hugged her mother's waist tightly, buried her face in her arms, and felt the warmth of maternal love.

Soon, his breathing calmed down and he fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Qingyue gently put Dongdong on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, her eyes were slightly red, and she said silently to herself: "Dongdong, mother will definitely protect you, take you out of the predicament, and live a good life."

There are a lot of snacks in this era, but not many that are outstanding and cheap.

Especially in summer, in fact, the icy jelly powder from previous lives and future generations may be something we can learn from.

The next day.

When Shen Qingyue got up in the morning, the house was still filled with a quiet atmosphere.

The sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, adding a bit of warmth to this small space.

She fiddled with things in the kitchen carefully, trying not to make too much noise so as not to wake up Dongdong, who was still sleeping in the room.

She took out the prepared mung bean starch, brown sugar and some coagulant, and began to prepare the ice cold powder.

I remember that in my previous life, when I had no way to make money, I learned some stall-setting techniques from the Internet. Although I didn't make much money, I still managed to support myself.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Xudong rubbed his eyes. There was a trace of sleepiness in his childish voice. He curiously approached the door of the kitchen, with a look of confusion on his face.

Shen Qingyue turned around and saw her son acting so obediently, with a loving light flashing in his eyes. "I'm making ice cold noodles, do you want to try it?"

Dongdong squinted his eyes, obviously not believing that the ice cold noodle made by Shen Qingyue was delicious.

He squinted and said, "Why do I feel that what you make is definitely not very good."

Shen Qingyue was slightly stunned, her heart tightened, and her hands in her arms could not help but tremble.

She knew that Dongdong's words were not really looking down on her, but an unconscious protective mechanism.

Since her father passed away, Dongdong has become more picky about everything, as if this can prevent herself from being hurt.

The sunlight slanted into the kitchen, and through the window, the figures of the mother and son were reflected so softly, yet it made people feel distressed.

"Really?" Shen Qingyue felt a little sour in her heart, but she still had a smile on her face. She stretched out her hand, scooped up a bowl of ice cold noodles from the pot, and gently placed it in front of Dongdong. Her tone was a little joking: "Then you try it. Take a bite and see how mommy does.”

Dongdong glanced at Shen Qingyue with some provocation, took the bowl, barely picked up a spoonful, and put it into his mouth.

Shen Qingyue's heartbeat quickened and she held her breath, waiting for his reaction.

Dongdong's eyes gradually widened, obviously shocked by the texture and taste of the ice cold powder.

He paused, his throat moved, and he swallowed the cold powder.

In the small kitchen, time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only the faint sunlight shining on Dongdong's face, reflecting his confusion and surprise.

Shen Qingyue couldn't help it, raised the corners of her mouth, and asked softly: "Dongdong, is mom's cooking delicious?"

She tried to suppress her inner expectations, fearing that Dongdong would notice it, but she really hoped that Dongdong would like her.

Dongdong seemed a little embarrassed by Shen Qingyue's question.

He scratched his head, with a hint of shyness on his face, and glared at Shen Qingyue, his tone a bit harsh.

"Hmph, it's not bad. It's delicious."

Shen Qingyue felt the unnaturalness in Dongdong's words, and she understood that he was trying hard to protect his pride.

"Thank you, Dongdong."

A smile flashed in Shen Qingyue's eyes, and she knew that this was the highest praise Dongdong had given her.

In the kitchen, the rustling sound of the fire blended with the steaming ice jelly noodles. Dongdong pursed her lips and secretly took another mouthful of ice jelly noodles, while Shen Qingyue smiled softly, her heart full of warmth.

Shen Qingyue watched Dongdong secretly scoop up a mouthful of ice jelly powder again, the smile in her eyes became stronger, and she asked gently, with a bit of teasing and expectation.

"Dongdong, do you think my mother can make money if she sells this cold noodle?"

Dongdong paused, and his eyes moved from the bowl to Shen Qingyue's face, seeming to be thinking about this issue seriously.

The sun danced on his round cheeks, reflecting the innocent luster.

His little hands played with the spoon and he whispered.

"Well if you did it, I would buy it with my pocket money."

Shen Qingyue knelt down, placed her gaze at the same height as Dongdong, and said softly.

"Then mom, let's give it a try. Maybe we can treat this as our small business and work together, okay?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Dongdong's eyes, and then turned to determination. He nodded, with a serious look on his little face.

"Okay! I'll help, Mom."

(End of this chapter)