Don't mess with the rich girl

"I'm not wronged, and I don't want to hold anyone responsible. I just hope school life can return to the normal track." Mu Qingqing doesn't want to break the balance of some things. She can forgive you Shimin's mistakes in adolescence. After all, she's young and can change. Besides, the gluing incident didn't really hurt her, and she wasn't the one who made enemies for herself. Just muddle along.

"Just now your aunt Qin was here. It's inconvenient to say something in front of her. Was your teacher expelled from school?" now, without you's mother and daughter, Ren Xinru doesn't understand teacher Wu's things. Good, why would she be framed?

"Yes. To tell you the truth, it is the decision of the investor to dismiss Mr. Wu. However, I believe it will not be uncle mo." the style of Mohism will not do such a thing. Mu Qingqing is sure that this matter has nothing to do with Mohism.

"Liming has never been involved in the affairs of the school. Although he is an investor, what he has been doing is to get rid of the shopkeeper and will not be involved in the affairs of the school." Ren Xinru agreed with her and said realistically. On second thought, she understood why Mu Qingqing said no to Qin Ning. "Do you mean to say that firing your head teacher is the idea of the you family?"

MuQing nodded.

"Aunt Qin called to threaten teacher Wu, and then transferred 100000 yuan to teacher Wu's account, and then reported it anonymously to the school." she didn't need to hide anything from Ren Xinru. She didn't say it just now because Qin Ning was here, so it's inevitable to have conflict.

Ren Xinru frowns. It's really difficult to deal with the you family. The Mohist family and the you family are friends. If this destroys the relationship between the two families, it will make no sense in terms of face. For a time, she had no idea.

After seeing through her mind, Mu Qingqing didn't hurry to say a word. After all, the Mohists helped out of love, and it was their duty not to help. She didn't want to force anything.

"I'd better wait until your uncle Mo comes back. It's already a matter between adults. Your uncle Mo will make a decision." Ren Xinru doesn't beat around the bush with her. She thinks here for a long time. It's better to let Mo Liming tangle with this problem. Anyway, you Shimin's father and he are good friends.

"I'm going to trouble my uncle and aunt again..." Mu Qingqing said with some embarrassment.

Ren Xinru shook her head and was helpless to her politeness. "Silly girl, don't say trouble to your aunt."

After thinking about it, she said, "little girl, forget about dinner. After this meal, my aunt can't sleep well at night. I always feel that she has taken advantage of you."

"Can I borrow your kitchen and cook a meal for you?" without doing anything, she always has a burden in her heart and always feels that she owes a lot to the Mohist school.

"All right." Ren Xinru reluctantly agreed. The little girl was too stubborn and didn't want to owe anyone anything, so she had to agree.

The waiting time for Mo liming was a little long. The short Mo Xiaoyun sat next to Ren Xinru and watched the cat and mouse amuse himself. Until the end of a large plate of snacks in front of him, Mo Liming slowly walked into the door of the Mohist school.

"Hello, uncle." Mu Qingqing is wearing a white chef's suit, his hair is tied into the high chef's hat, and bows slightly to say hello to Mo Liming.

Mo liming was slightly stunned, smiled and asked, "Qingqing, how did you start as a cook?"

"The little girl came for the school. She said she was going to trouble us and had to invite us to dinner." Ren Xinru jokingly helped Mu Qingqing explain.

"Well, I really appreciate my uncle and aunt. I don't know how to express myself. I just want to cook a meal for you." Mu Qingqing explained clumsily.

"Qingqing, I've heard what your aunt said. Don't worry, this matter will be handled impartially after the people I sent investigate it." Mo Liming said to Mu Qingqing with a serious face.

"However, the malicious planting..." can teacher Wu's 100000 yuan really explain clearly? Mu Qingqing hesitated to look at Mo liming, and his eyebrows were full of worry.

"I've sent someone to check the bank's monitoring, find the remitter, and then compare the confession of the informant to know whether it's true corruption or false corruption." Mo Liming said to Mu Qingqing in a business tone.

"Really thank you, uncle and aunt." Mu Qingqing is a little relieved. As long as he checks the monitoring, he will be able to find out the person who remitted money to Mr. Wu. At that time, he will not be afraid of planting things, and the explanation will not be clear.

"Qingqing, uncle doesn't have this blessing for dinner today. You can eat with aunt Ren. It's a pity that uncle has other things to do in the evening." Mo Liming apologized slightly. He asked someone to eat in the hotel tonight. Naturally, he can't accompany Mu Qingqing.

"Uncle, go and be busy. Don't delay your business because of me." Mu Qingqing said wisely.

Ren Xinru looked at Mo Liming puzzled. He nodded at her, and the corners of his mouth bent down helplessly. He rarely has such an expression. Ren Xinru's mind is a little dignified. Is something wrong?

The night came as scheduled, but the Mohist kitchen was very deserted today. After class, the French chefs were watching the petite figure outside the door. Washing and cutting vegetables, skillfully putting oil and vegetables, the technique seems not unfamiliar at all. I don't know how long she has studied.

"Qingqing, just shout if you need help." Ren Xinru is still worried. The girl's kitchen knife is sharp after all. She doesn't want muqingqing to hurt her.

"No, I can." at that time, Mu Qingqing had prepared a plate of fried beef with scallions, which looked full of color, flavor and flavor.

"Auntie, would you like to taste the fried beef with scallions?" Mu Qingqing shouted behind her. Ren Xinru took Mo Xiaoyun into the kitchen and picked up a piece of soft and juicy beef with chopsticks.

Although the knife worker can't compare with the cook outside the door, the color of this dish is really good.

Ren Xinru put it into her mouth and chewed it. She felt that the smell of beef covered her lips and teeth, and the meat was very tender. With the smell of green onions, the meat flavor didn't seem greasy.

"Delicious." Ren Xinru praised sincerely. "Little girl, you're great. You're really good at cooking."

"Just delicious." MuQing nodded and fried the flower armor in the pot with a spatula. She is good at making spicy food. What she can do is delicious without aging the meat.

Ren Xinru and Mo Xiaoyun have a piece together, with endless aftertaste.

"Little girl, do you often cook at home?" Ren Xinru knows. Cooking seems like a small thing, but it's not very simple. Novices will never do as delicious as muqingqing's plate.

"Yes, I have been cooking at home since I was nine years old. Is my aunt still used to eating?" Mu Qingqing doesn't care much about this time. She has been used to it for a long time.

"Habit." Ren Xinru looked painfully at her proficient operation of the spatula. The wooden family is a big family. How many of the daughters of the big family can cook? She looked at Xiang muqingqing's hand along the line of sight. She didn't know how many times she had been hurt when learning to cook

"Did your aunt teach you how to cook?" Ren Xinru asked.

"No, there was no aunt at home at that time. I learned it myself." Mu Qing smiled, but clearly remembered how he learned to cook.

……

It was a thunderstorm day. There was thunder outside the window. Su Cuiyun stood behind her with a black belt.

"Cook quickly. Do you want to starve the three of us?" Su Cuiyun urged her when she saw that her hands and feet were slow.

At that time, Mu Yichen and Mu Xiaoyou sat on one side of the chair and watched Mu Qingqing stand on a wooden stool, reach for the round wood kitchen board in the kitchen and cut pumpkins bigger than her head.

What she had to do that day was stir fry pumpkin slices and stir fry shredded potatoes. Because it was her first time to learn to cook, Su Cuiyun asked her to stand in front of the kitchen board with a stool and cook dinner at 1 p.m.

"I tell you, if your brother and sister are your age, they also have to cook." Su Cuiyun muttered, pumping the floor with a belt and making a 'snap' sound.

She wanted to ask, do you have to cook on thunder days? The atmosphere is really terrible, and the rain outside the window is really heavy. Su Cuiyun has been threatening her with a belt.

Muqingqing is not very skilled in holding a knife and has little strength. It's very laborious to cut the pumpkin. She works hard according to the little hand of the pumpkin and peels the skin for a while. She hasn't even cut a third of the skin of the pumpkin, so she's soft.

After releasing the pumpkin with her left hand, muqingqing's left hand couldn't stop shaking. Her hand was sour.

With a crisp bang, the belt had been pulled on her back. Mu Qingqing didn't dare to cry out, but her tears had wet her eyes and flowed down her cheeks.

"Why do you let go? Which children are as stupid as you? You can't peel a pumpkin?" Su Cuiyun scolded. "What do I want a stupid pig like you to do at home?"

Helpless, she had to put her hand back on the pumpkin and press it, with her right hand shaking and peeling.

The sound of "pa" was another whip. Su Cuiyun urged fiercely, "if anyone peels like you, a lot of people will starve to death."

Mu Qingqing cried while cutting the pumpkin. The kitchen knife accidentally cut a wound on her left hand. There were a long string of blood beads on the back of her hand. She was very afraid and didn't dare to say anything. Afraid to say that she was hurt, Su Cuiyun would severely whip her with a belt. It was useless to scold her. She even had to say such a small thing.

At that time, she was only nine years old.

……

Memory is cruel. Muqingqing laughs it off. She doesn't have to tell Ren Xinru about these things. These are the scars on her heart. One day she will ask Su Cuiyun for them one by one.

"Maybe it's not a bad thing to learn to cook." Mu Qingqing saw Ren Xinru's concern for her and comforted her.

"Can your brother and sister cook?" Ren Xinru had a glimmer of expectation. Perhaps Su Cuiyun wanted his children to learn cooking skills?