A good wife and a good mother

Chapter 32 I Want To Try
"Well, I picked the right time, it can't be too late!" Modai responded with a smile, "I'll put the burden in the backyard first, and I'll be here later!" After saying that, Modai walked towards the backyard.

"Ah, Daxi, wait..." Xiao Xiao wanted to call out to Mo Dai, but finally frowned and stomped his feet and ran back to the backyard.

The row of houses on the west side of the backyard is for the mistress and the handyman, one for Mo Dai and Bai Fatty, one for Xiao Xiao and Wu Lian.

Wu Lian is in charge of the storytelling venue on the second floor. This person is somewhat distantly related to the shopkeeper, and his salary is also higher. He is very self-confident and rarely interacts with Modai.Xiao Xiao is in charge of the private rooms on the second floor. Compared with the work in the lobby, she is more relaxed. However, she is enthusiastic and will come to the lobby to help from time to time. She has a good relationship with Modai.Fatty Bai and Modai are in charge of the lobby. Although they have a lot of work, they are talking and laughing. They are not as stiff as those on the second floor, but they are also happy to do it.

It's just that this fat man has hated Mo Dai since the day Mo Dai first entered the building, and usually makes Mo Dai trip up, but usually she is the one who steals the chicken to make money.Mo Dai doesn't take Fatty Bai seriously, but the calmer she is, the more crazy Bai Fatty becomes, as if Mo Dai is a thorn in her flesh, and she wants to get rid of it quickly!
As soon as Mo Dai pushed open the door, she saw that her couch was full of pots and pans of sundries, and the quilt she had covered before, and the pillows she was sleeping on were all thrown on the ground, and there was someone's big foot on it. Tread marks.

Xiao Xiao, who was chasing after him, saw Modai standing by the door, and hurriedly said to her: "Yesterday after you left, the chef ordered someone to move a batch of used pots and pans into the storeroom, but the storeroom was full. The fat man said that his room was empty and could be stacked, so the chef asked people to move those pots and pans into this room. I thought her room really had space, who knew she would let those people put the things directly into the room. Put it on your couch!"

Mo Dai smiled, exited the door, closed the door, turned to Xiao Xiao and said, "I'll put my baggage in your room for now!"

"Of course, but how do you go to bed at night?"

"It's still early, there's no rush." ​​Mo Dai said lightly.

Xiao Xiao is in a hurry, Daxi won't be fooled by anger, the place to live is gone, can you not be in a hurry?As far as she knew, there were no vacant houses in this backyard to live in, so what should I do?How about a squeeze with her at night?Although the couch is only big enough for one person, it should still be able to sleep two people hugging each other!
Thinking that she was going to sleep with Mo Dai, Xiao Xiao's face turned red strangely, she couldn't help but patted her own face, and cursed herself for being worthless, Mo Daxi is not a man, so blushing like a bird!
At the hour of Chen, the restaurant was officially opened, and rich masters came in one after another to drink morning tea and eat breakfast, and start a day of leisurely life.As for Mo Dai and the others, they wiped the tables and benches, greeted the guests with smiles, and started the hard work of the day.

The shopkeeper, Fang Ling, came a bit late today, and arrived at the restaurant at the end of the hour. As soon as she entered the restaurant, Mo Dai stepped forward and bowed to her: "Shopkeeper, I have something to say!"

Fang Ling drank too much last night, played around with his husbands, and went to bed late, so he got up late this morning.Looking at her pale face, black eye sockets, and yawning with her mouth wide open from time to time, she knew that she had drunk too much last night.

"Oh? What do you have to say tonight after work is over!" Fang Ling replied impatiently while pinching his brows.

Mo Dai looked at Fang Ling's face, and didn't ask any more questions.

Fang Ling went straight to the counting room in the backyard, opened the door and went in, leaning on the rattan chair behind the desk.Due to the severe headache, she closed her eyes and slumped on the wicker chair like sleeping.

Suddenly, she felt someone walk in, she frowned displeasedly, and was about to open her eyes to reprimand this guy who entered the accounting room without authorization, but at this moment, she heard the sound of tea being poured into the cup.

It turned out to be the boy who came in to refill the tea!
Fang Ling opened his eyes, and saw a cup of tea on the desk in front of him. The servant who was pouring the tea hadn't left yet. Seeing her wake up, he hastily and thoughtfully handed the tea to her hand.Fang Ling was feeling dry mouth at this time, took a sip from the tea cup, different from the bitter-sweet taste of the green tea he usually drinks, today's tea has a strong mint fragrance, it seems like honey has been added, The entrance is sweet.

"This is?" Fang Ling asked subconsciously, the fragrance of mint lifted her spirits, and she couldn't help taking a few more sips.

"Peppermint honey tea can refresh the mind, strengthen the stomach, and relieve hangovers."

"Oh?" Fang Ling raised his eyebrows and glanced at the "boy" who was pouring the tea with a half-smile. Who else could it be if it wasn't Mo Daxi, and drank the rest of the tea in one gulp, "Pour another cup!"

Mo Dai filled the teacup again, and then stood aside in an orderly manner, not saying much.

Fang Ling drank the tea slowly in small sips, then put down the teacup, stretched his muscles and bones, and pressed his temples, feeling refreshed again.

"Mo Daxi, you girl is very good at observing words and expressions, and you can bear it!" Fang Ling raised his sleeves and said with a smile, "Don't you have something to tell me? Tell me!"

"Shopkeeper, I want to go into the kitchen to help the chef." Modai's voice was not loud, and she smiled, but it was obvious that she had made up her mind and would not change it easily.

The chef of Fumantang is only responsible for making lunch meals, which are usually served from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, and the second chef is responsible for the rest of the time.Helping the chef, not only can you learn from the teacher, but the monthly salary is three times that of the second mother, and there is enough rest time. You only need to take care of lunch and meals a day.

Hearing this, Fang Ling couldn't help lowering his face and frowning: "Mo Daxi, I know you are a smart person. Since you dare to make this request, you must be a good cook. However, in life and work, you have to take it step by step. , your little second wife has only been doing it for a few days, why did you have such an idea?"

Mo Dai suddenly lowered her head, remained silent for a while, then raised her head, and saw her blushing, her eyes still flickering: "I...I can't bear to leave my husband for so long..."

"Pfft ha ha ha..." Fang Ling originally thought that Mo Dai would say some ambitious words, such as wanting to start a career, being extremely short of money, wanting to earn more money as soon as possible, etc., but he didn't think it was such a reason, after all It's a young man!

Mo Dai's face became reddened by Fang Ling's smile, and she was so embarrassed that she lowered her head again, but her eyes were calm.

"Ahem," Fang Ling finally laughed enough, and suddenly put on a serious face, "Mo Daxi, I think you may not know the situation of our restaurant. Although there is only one chef in our restaurant, there are many helpers. Even the three second chefs are eager to help the chief chef, do you think your ability can compare with the second chefs?"

Mo Dai raised her head, with a tangled expression of being frightened by Fang Ling's aura, just when Fang Ling thought she had finally realized her own insignificance and inadequacy and retreated, she heard her lightly say, "I want to try Try." Hearing this, Fang Ling almost slipped off the rattan chair.

(End of this chapter)