Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

He Mianmian walked to Jiang Xudong's desk the moment the bell rang.

There was a trace of imperceptible hesitation in her eyes, but her tone was still a bit domineering.

"Jiang Xudong, I apologize for what happened just now. Can we be friends?"

Jiang Xudong raised his head, his eyes were clear but with a hint of distance.

His voice was calm and firm: "He Mianmian, I didn't tell the teacher before because I didn't want to take it to heart. But that doesn't mean I want to be friends with you."

He Mianmian was stunned, obviously not expecting Jiang Xudong to refuse so bluntly.

A trace of astonishment flashed across her face, followed by unconcealable admiration.

This country bumpkin...has quite a personality.

she likes!
"Okay, if you have any problems in the future, just come to me. I'm the little bully in the class. I'll protect you and no one will dare to bully you!"

Jiang Xudong smiled faintly and did not respond.

He lowered his head again and continued to sort out the books, as if what just happened had no impact on him.

in the afternoon.

Shen Qingyue faced the afterglow of the setting sun and stood at the school gate waiting.

Her eyes were full of expectation and a little worry.

Today is Jiang Xudong's first day at school. As his mother, she is naturally concerned about her son's adaptation.

Soon, Jiang Xudong's figure appeared at the school gate.

He looked calm and confident, a little more mature than he had been in the morning.

Shen Qingyue couldn't help but feel relieved, but she still maintained a gentle smile on her face.

"Dongdong, how do you feel today? Are you still used to school life?"

Jiang Xudong nodded slightly, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "It's not a big deal, I can handle it."

His eyes avoided Shen Qingyue's, as if he was deliberately keeping a distance.

Shen Qingyue felt her son's alienation, but she did not show disappointment, she just said softly.

"Okay, if you encounter any problems, remember to tell mom."

Jiang Xudong didn't answer, just said "hmm" softly.

They walked towards home together. Shen Qingyue occasionally said something to try to break the silence, but Jiang Xudong always responded with short answers.

Along the way, Shen Qingyue observed her son, but she was thinking about his performance in school.

At night, the lights in the home are warm and soft, making Shen Qingyue's busy figure look particularly friendly.

The aroma of food wafting from the kitchen adds a touch of life to this small home.

After Shen Qingyue finished preparing the last dish, she placed it lightly on the dining table. Every detail revealed her attentiveness and taste.

The moment Jiang Mingyuan walked into the house, his face showed the fatigue of the day.

His tall figure looked a little awkward at the door, but when he saw the food on the table, a trace of warmth flashed in his eyes.

"Ming Yuan, you're back. Go wash your hands. The meal will be ready soon." Shen Qingyue's voice was calm and firm.

Jiang Mingyuan responded. His movements were a little slow. He walked to the bathroom and washed away the dust of the day.

At the dinner table, the family atmosphere seemed calm and warm.

Shen Qingyue served the last dish, then sat down, her eyes falling on Jiang Mingyuan's face: "Mingyuan, there is something I want to talk to you about."

Jiang Mingyuan raised his head, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, but his expression remained cold and calm: "What's the matter?"

Shen Qingyue's eyes were firm and there was a hint of indifference in her tone.

"I want to do some business of my own. Not only can I help my family, but I can also find something to do for myself." Jiang Mingyuan was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "What are your plans?"

Although his tone was cold, his eyes showed concern.

Shen Qingyue's voice continued to echo in the warm light.

Her eyes clearly reflect her determination and dreams: "I want to make bread and drinks. These things are not common here, and I believe there will be a market."

Jiang Mingyuan's brows wrinkled slightly, but his voice still maintained that imperceptible warmth.

"Bread and drink? Do you have any experience?"

Shen Qingyue nodded, her voice full of confidence.

“I’ve been experimenting with a few recipes, and I’m going to start on a small scale.”

Jiang Mingyuan listened to Shen Qingyue's words quietly, and his eyes became deeper after a brief reflection.

He knows that in the future, these things will be very popular with the public and have great potential and market.
His voice was still calm and deep, but there was a hint of determination.

"I trust your judgment. These new things will become popular here sooner or later. You can go ahead and do it, I support you."

"Thank you." Shen Qingyue's voice was gentle and she smiled at the man.

Jiang Mingyuan nodded slightly, his eyes falling on the food on the table again, but his mind had obviously flown to the future described by Shen Qingyue.

Early the next morning, the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, and Jiang Mingyuan got up early.

He decided to make a yellow clay kiln. This idea was the result of his thinking for a long time last night.

In this era of limited resources, creativity and hard work have become the key to changing lives.

Shen Qingyue was busy in the kitchen. When she heard the noise outside, she walked out and saw Jiang Mingyuan busy in the yard.

Her eyes were full of surprise: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Mingyuan did not stop what he was doing, his voice was calm but full of power.

"I'm building a kiln so you can bake bread more easily."

A warm current surged in Shen Qingyue's heart.

Although Jiang Mingyuan didn't speak much, every action he took silently supported her dream.

After some searching, Shen Qingyue finally found a suitable store in the city.

Although the store is small, the location is ideal for their business plans.

The decoration of the store is simple but warm, and Shen Qingyue's attentiveness is reflected in every corner.

She placed several small pots of plants by the window, and hung homemade decorations on the walls. The whole space was filled with a homely atmosphere.

"This arrangement is very nice, simple and warm."

Jiang Mingyuan stood at the door of the store, his voice was calm, but his eyes showed appreciation.

Shen Qingyue smiled slightly and said slowly: "I hope customers can feel the warmth of home when they come in."

In the days that followed, Shen Qingyue was busy developing new bread and baked goods.

She tries a variety of new recipes, from traditional bread to innovative toast and even fancy steamed buns, each of which contains her hard work and creativity.

Although Jiang Mingyuan didn't talk much, he was always helping silently. Whether it was carrying raw materials or maintaining equipment, he did it in an orderly manner.

Dongdong has a special fondness for the pasta made by Shen Qingyue. Whenever he comes home from school, he can always find the delicious food left specially for him on the table.

Shen Qingyue could always read satisfaction and happiness in her son's eyes.

"Mom, what delicious food did you cook today?" Dongdong walked into the kitchen with an expectant tone.

(End of this chapter)