Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 595
Meng Kejun was not in a hurry to go back as Anshi and the others thought, but she first went to Leiyin Temple accompanied by Qiaohui and the others.

"I'm so glad to see your complexion and spirit getting better every day."

Mrs. Meng, who had just finished chanting, sat next to Meng Kejun, took her hand and said with a smile.

"Grandma, I'm here to discuss something important with you."

Although Mrs. Meng's House has given full power to herself now, she still wants to get Mrs. Meng's consent for the important decision she is going to make now.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Meng saw Meng Kejun's tone of voice was very serious, and knew that what she was going to say was very important. "Just say it, as long as I can do it, I will not shirk it."

With Mrs. Meng's words, Meng Kejun's heart is more confident.

"I want to redecorate the Mengjia Building, and I also want to change the name of the Mengjia Building to Fengyu Garden."

"What? Change your name?"

Mrs. Meng was taken aback, she never thought that the big event Meng Kejun was talking about would be this.

"Yes, I want to change it to Fengyu Garden."

Meng Kejun nodded. She knew that it would be very difficult for Mrs. Meng to agree to this. After all, this is the century-old foundation of the Meng family. Mrs. Meng handed it over to herself in the hope that she could continue the glory of the Meng family.

Now that she wanted to change her name, she might not be able to accept it.

"Why are you suddenly thinking about changing your name?"

Although the Mengjia Building has been closed, Mrs. Meng also knows that it is now run by Chen Huanzhang and the others. It has not improved much and is on the verge of closing, but she can't figure out why Kejun wants to change the name. Could it be that after changing the name to Fengyu Garden, Chen Huanzhang Can they run the restaurant?
"Fengyuyuan is the painstaking effort of me and Qingfeng, and now I want to re-operate our hard work."

The cruise ship has been burnt down, and now I just want to buy another cruise ship. It must be difficult for the cruise ship to go head-to-head with Wang Zhujun and the others. The best way is to change the Mengjia Building into Fengyu Garden and open it opposite the Xianghe Building. Wang Zhujun and the others watched it all day long, and their hearts were filled with shock.

"Then you mean that you want to go back?" Mrs. Meng's current focus is not on Meng Kejun saying that she wants to change her name, but on her going back to re-operate the restaurant.

"You're crazy, your body is just right, you can't be so exhausted and exhausted." Mrs. Meng held Meng Kejun's hand, and her strength suddenly tightened.

"Grandma, listen to me."

Meng Kejun patiently told Mrs. Meng everything Qiaohui and the others had kept from him.

"Now we are all cornered, I can't continue to act like nothing happened, and it's impossible for Wang Zhujun to just stop like this."

"So that's the case." Mrs. Meng, who understood the whole story, nodded again and again, "But you still have to take care of your own body, how can you make me feel at ease like this?"

Mrs. Meng is still worried, she needs to run a restaurant, run it in a good manner, and fight against the Xianghe Building. She has a deep understanding of the hardships since she married into the Meng family.

Now that Meng Kejun has a big belly, how can she rest assured.

"Grandma, don't worry! There are so many people around me helping me, and everyone is so united. No matter what tricks Wang Zhujun has, I can break them one by one for her."

This time, Meng Kejun was not so kind to let them go. She wanted Xianghelou to have no place in the town, and Wang Zhujun and the others were ruined.

"If you say that, I'm relieved." Mrs. Meng patted Meng Kejun's hand, believing what she said, "I have already handed over the Mengjialou to you, and you can do whatever you want. In fact, it doesn't matter what it's called. Aren’t the names all yours and the child’s in your womb, our Meng family’s?”

As for the century-old foundation of Mengjialou, she has now fully seen through it. Her son Meng Zhenhao has no ability. Even if Mengjialou is in his hands, it will not be able to operate for a few years. Sooner or later, it will be over. Now you have It is really the blessing of the ancestors of the Meng family that the business can continue to operate.

"Grandma, if you say that, then my heart will be settled."

Hearing that Mrs. Meng supported him so much, Meng Kejun breathed a sigh of relief. Changing his name was the first step, but it was also the most important step. Only after this step was completed, the following things could proceed in an orderly manner.

"Kejun, since you really want to run the Mengjialou, grandma will give you another thing."

After Madam Meng finished speaking, she waved to Mama Liu who was standing behind her.

Mama Liu signaled, and immediately turned around and entered the room on the left.

When she came out, she was holding something neatly wrapped in golden yellow cloth in her hand.

Mrs. Meng quickly stood up, carefully took the bundle from Liu Ma's hand, and then carefully and gently placed it in front of Meng Kejun.

"Grandma, what is this?"

Seeing Mrs. Meng's cautious appearance, Meng Kejun guessed that the contents inside must be very important or valuable.

"This is the recipe of the Meng family, which was passed down from generation to generation by our Meng family ancestors. Our ancestors of the Meng family relied on this recipe to build the foundation of the Meng family building."

When opening the package, Mrs. Meng's movements were even lighter, for fear that if she was not careful, these recipes would be ruined in her hands.

The cloth was completely opened, and there were four cookbooks in total, each of which was getting older, and the one at the bottom was the oldest, even a little broken.

"These cookbooks were handed down by your grandpa's grandpa, and the top one was written by your grandpa."

Mrs. Meng handed the relatively new recipes on the top to Meng Kejun, "It stands to reason that these should be passed on to your father, but your father is ignorant, thinking about those crooked ways all day long, and Chen Lichang followed Fanning the flames, if these recipes are given to them, I don’t know if these recipes will still be there when I die.”

It was because of this that she kept these recipes close to her body. Mo Han drove Meng Zhenhao and the others away. When the Mengjialou closed, she once thought that these recipes would go into the coffin with her.

She didn't expect that there would be successors in the Meng family, and she could pass on these recipes by herself.

"Grandma, this is so precious!"

Meng Kejun flipped through the recipe in her hand excitedly. She carefully stroked the words on it. Every word and every ingredient on it was written by the ancestors of the Meng family with a lot of painstaking efforts. These are all from the elders of the Meng family. hard work.

"Grandma, I don't even know what to do!"

I didn't know what to say to express my inner gratitude, and finally Meng Kejun could only reach out and hug Mrs. Meng, saying thank you to her over and over again.

"I hope that when you pass it on, there will be a fifth copy for my great-grandson or great-granddaughter."

Seeing that Meng Kejun was so excited and happy, Mrs. Meng was even happier. This time she was finally not a sinner of the Meng family. When she went there, she didn't have to feel guilty or ashamed to face the ancestors of the Meng family.

She even saw Meng Kejun passing these recipes, including the fifth cookbook she wrote, to future generations.

(End of this chapter)