Genius son best mother

Chapter 83 Envy
Of course, since they were bandits in the past, they naturally knew people from all levels of education, so the job of finding someone was really suitable for them.

In less than half a day, they found the master Mu Ranran needed through those friends in the past.

So at this time, Mu Ranran didn't know how to express her complicated mood, and she felt a little guilty for her worry.At the same time, she discussed with Chunmiao so that Zhao Xilai and his son would not have to be busy buying materials on the construction site.

Simply let Boss He and the others be responsible for running errands. In terms of their connections, it is more suitable for running errands to buy things.

Chun Miao has no objection, saying that her son and Xilai's son are too honest, and they are not very good at bargaining when buying and selling things, and they are really not very good at doing this.

It was because there was no one they could trust that they were asked to take charge of this matter. Now that Boss He and the others are capable of doing this, Chun Miao is willing to let them run errands.

In this way, this matter is finalized, and the matter of running errands and shopping will be left to Boss He and the others.

In addition, Mu Ranran also entrusted them to go to the town to buy ingredients, so she can free up her hands and have time to make some snacks, desserts and the like.

Of course, being able to solve such a matter made Mu Ranran feel a lot easier.

In addition, in addition to this good news, there are surprises one after another.

That Gu Liusu came back from his friend with the kitchen utensils she needed and the tableware. He placed those objects one by one in front of Mu Ranran. Mu Ranran touched the familiar object, The feeling in my heart is quite deep, and my eyes are naturally stained with nostalgia.

And Nangong Chuli, who was next to him, immediately fell in love with the three tableware, he yelled.

"Ranran, can you borrow the patterns of these three tableware? I also want such tableware. I think my mother will like such beautiful tableware."

"All of you are filial sons. Remember to help your mother collect things you know she likes. From this point of view, can I not borrow your drawings? I definitely will."

Mu Ranran smiled and asked Gu Liusu to borrow the patterns of the three sets of tableware for Nangong Chuli, but Gu Liusu said embarrassedly: "Mrs. My friend couldn’t put it down when he saw it.”

"Since he started helping you build it, my friend has been rushing to work day and night, almost devoting himself to these objects, so as soon as he finished his work, I was anxious to bring these things back. But I forgot to bring back the drawing, sorry, Mrs. Mu, if Mr. Nangong is in a hurry, I'll go to my friend's place again."

In fact, Gu Liusu had sent someone to Gu's family in the capital immediately for the blueprint and the sample made by his friend.

Firstly, he wanted his father to look at him highly, and secondly, it was too late, so he made his own opinion and made a decision without waiting for Mu Ranran to nod his head.

Now that Nangong Chuli wanted the blueprint, he could only make up such a lie to smooth things over.

On the other hand, Mu Ranran believed in Gu Liusu and didn't doubt anything. She smiled and said, "Dr. Gu, thank you for your hard work. In fact, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. If I ask you to go again, it will be faster for me to draw again." .”

Mu Ranran turned around and went to the Eight Immortals table, spread out the rice paper, went to the kitchen to sharpen the charcoal, and quickly started drawing on the rice paper.

She drew extremely fast, and within half an hour, the three patterns of tableware had been drawn, which was easier than the first time before, so the patterns she drew were also smoother than the first time To look better.

"Here, here you are. You can find someone to make it yourself, or ask Gu Liusu to ask his friend to make it."

Mu Ranran sent the three drawn drawings to Nangong Chuli.

Gu Liusu on the side looked at it, and said in agreement: "Yes, if Mr. Nangong doesn't dislike it, I can just ask my friend to help."

Then Nangong Chuli happily received it in her arms and said, "No need to bother Dr. Gu. After receiving the design, my mother will naturally find the best master to make it. Don't bother your friend anymore. Yes, I will ask Aran to send someone to send the pattern of this tableware to my mother later, I think my mother will be very happy when she receives it, thank you Ranran, when I receive my mother's gift, I will give you half."

"Okay, then take out the gift from last time first, and share half with me."

Mu Ranran unceremoniously spread her hands towards Nangong Chuli.

"Last time? Ranran, you were talking about the house design drawing. I'm sorry, that time was a birthday gift from me to my mother. How can I give it to me in return, so there is no gift, so there is no way to share it." You're half done."

Nangong Chuli said honestly: "However, my mother sent a letter, and in the letter she used the most beautiful words to praise my son. Otherwise, I will give you half of the beautiful words my mother gave me?"

"Oh? Then I want to hear what kind of evaluation your mother gave?" Mu Ranran smiled and cast a glance at Nangong Chuli.

"The house is exquisitely and elegantly designed, the layout is luxurious, and it is completely in line with her preferences. Also, what is filial to her son, has put in effort, is promising, she likes it very much, etc., Ranran, do you like it?" Just take whichever sentence you want, I’m very generous, I can give it all to you.”

It was the first time for Nangong Chuli to receive such a high evaluation from his mother, so when she said these words, there was a bit of complacency in her eyes.

After all, the general comments he got from his mother since he was a child were, mischievous, prodigal brat, see if I don't break your legs, punish you not to go out, punish you and your father to practice calligraphy, and so on.

Therefore, this letter of praise from his mother was extremely rare, but Nangong Chuli kept it properly, and whenever he thought of it, he would take it out and have a look.

This Mu Ranran sees Nangong Chuli taking out his mother's letter of praise and delivering it to her in front of her, acting as if you choose a gift at will, and letting Mu Ranran look at it, it's really funny.

"All right, all right, don't be ridiculous. This is a letter from your mother. You have to keep it carefully. Don't give it away casually. Your mother will be sad when she finds out."

"I'm not giving it away at will. I'm not happy to be someone else. But you are different. We are friends now. It's okay to share with friends. My mother is not stingy, even if you know I shared compliments with my friend and she wouldn't say anything, she would just be happy for me."

Nangong Chuli's words moved Mu Ranran inexplicably.

"Thank you, Nangong Chuli. But this was not written to me by your mother. It doesn't make sense for me to hold it. You should take it. Anyway, you and I are friends, so there is no need to worry too much. Besides, This letter is meaningful to you, and it is better for you to receive it than mine."

"Ranran, what you said is also reasonable, that's fine, let me keep it."

When Nangong Chuli was speaking, she carefully put away the letter and hid it close to her body.

Seeing Nangong Chuli like this, Mu Ranran knew that he cherished this letter very much, presumably their mother and son had a good relationship.

I really envy him, she will never see her mother again here, thinking of this, her eyes are inexplicably dimmed.

Seeing Mu Ranran's silence, Nangong Chuli asked with concern.

"Ranran, what's the matter with you? You were fine just now, why are you suddenly in a bad mood?"

"Do you still need to ask, of course we have to work next, and the workers are still waiting for me to cook for them."

Mu Ranran found an excuse to prevaricate Nangong Chuli, and Nangong Chuli looked at Mu Ranran in amazement for a while, then said: "If you feel tired from cooking and easily feel bad, why don't you just do this?" Don’t do it immediately, let Aunt Li and Miss Nannan prepare it for you. Anyway, those people, as long as they have meat and vegetables to eat, no matter whether you cook it or not, they can still eat very delicious.”

"How can I do that? If Nannan and Chunmiao are exhausted, I will feel sorry for you. Don't worry, I'm not alone. I have Nannan and Chunmiao to help, so I won't be too tired."

Cooking is her hobby, and being able to make her feel satisfied and happy with what she eats is the highest evaluation for her.

Therefore, cooking for those workers and seeing them eating so happily, Mu Ranran would only feel happy, so why would she feel tired?

And what she said just now was just because she didn't want to tell the real reason at the time.

On the other hand, Nangong Chuli was quite naive, he would believe whatever she said, and she felt sorry for treating a friend who trusted her so much.

So I couldn't help but told him the real reason.

"Nangong Chuli, I actually lied to you just now. I wasn't bothered by cooking, but envied you because you still have a mother who can love you, but for me, my mother is gone. .”

"So that's how it is. That's simple. From now on, my mother will be your mother too. Anyway, we are friends. Let me tell my mother. At that time, my mother will definitely be happy to treat you as a daughter."

Nangong Chuli is really generous, her mother also let out half of it for Mu Ranran, and Mu Ranran was so happy that she punched Nangong Chuli in the chest.

"It's okay if you really have you."

"Of course, don't worry. Although my mother has a bad temper like me, but if I think it's good, my mother will definitely think it's good too. Ranran, you don't have to worry."

Nangong Chuli assured Mu Ranran, but Mu Ranran said: "I know what you mean, I know you are generous, but that is your mother, not mine, even if your mother thinks I am good, let me call her Mother, that is not my real mother, it feels different, do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)