My Previous Fraternal Twins

Tang Wanrou sat at the dinner table and shook his hand slightly when he picked up the chopsticks. He almost dropped the broccoli he picked up.

She finally understood why the mother Mohist sent her to Zhang Ma, and suddenly she regretted what she did not use perfume to get rid of.

"Mom Zhang has to watch the recipe every day. Isn't that troublesome? Otherwise, you can make it casually." Tang Wanrou looked up and said with a smile.

Mother Zhang's face suddenly pulled down and said unhappily, "second young grandmother, you can't say this casually. If Mrs. Mo hears it, you'll have to be scolded again."

Tang Wanrou continued with some disapproval: "Mom Zhang, there are so many rules here. I think in the software, some people still eat barbecue and drink with children. The children born are also very smart and healthy."

Mother Zhang's face suddenly darkened: "if the second young grandmother wants to successfully give birth to her child, it's best not to have such an idea. Moreover, if there is an accident in your stomach, I believe Mrs. Mo told you that the consequences are very serious. I'm afraid you can't afford it at that time!"

Dong yaai's face sank when she heard what Zhang's mother said.

Mingming is his own daughter. It's uncomfortable to be said in front of her by a servant.

But Dong yaai pretended to be friendly on the surface and said with a smile: "Mom Zhang, Rourou is pregnant for the first time and doesn't know those things. If she doesn't understand, you should remind her more. All diet should follow the rules of Mohism."

Tang Wanrou's face turned pale when she heard Zhang's mother's words. Mrs. Mo asked her to be her daughter-in-law, but only to have a child for Mo Zichen.

After that, if she messed up things, she would be useless.

Zhang Ma turned back and said to Tang Wanrou, "let's have dinner. If the food is cold, it's bad for your health."

Tang Wanrou came back and looked at the food. It was really hard to swallow.

But under Zhang Masen's cold eyes, she still hardened her hair, picked up an egg and stuffed it into her mouth, forcing herself to swallow it.

When she looked up again, Tang Wanrou put on a smile and said, "Mom Zhang, I'm eating. You're busy with yours first. I'll call you when I'm finished."

Zhang's mother stood still and replied, "there are regulations in the Mohist school. We must stay by our side when the master has dinner, and wait for the master to clean up and leave after dinner, so the old slave can't go."

Zhang Ma filled Tang Wanrou with a bowl full of fish, put it in front of her, and continued to stand back and watch.

Dong yaai's eyes fell on Tang Wanrou. Seeing her uncomfortable face, she felt even more distressed.

If she hadn't insisted that Tang Wanrou marry Mo Zichen at the beginning, it wouldn't be like this now.

He stepped forward, gently put his hand on Tang Wanrou's back, patted and said, "Rourou, eat slowly and don't worry."

"Mom ~" Tang Wanrou looked up at Dong yaai wrongfully, and her eyes turned red.

Dong yaai pinched her other hand in the palm of her hand and said, "it's all right. Eat. I'll get used to it after a while."

Tang Wanrou wrapped all the dishes she had just eaten in her mouth. Seeing that mother Zhang didn't intend to leave, she slowly chewed the food in her mouth.

Tang Wanrou ate a meal for more than half an hour.

After Zhang's mother cleaned the table, she took out a work and rest schedule from her room.

Zhang's mother pasted the work and rest schedule to the door of the room where Tang Wanrou slept, and said to Tang Wanrou, "second young grandma, this is your life schedule in the future. Go to bed before 10 p.m. every day, get up at 6:30 in the morning, breakfast is 7:30, lunch is 12:30 and dinner is 6:30."

Tang Wanrou looked at Zhang MA in surprise and said, "what, there are work and rest time. Isn't it just diet?"

Zhang's mother pasted the table, turned back and said with a smile: "second young grandma, this schedule is also specially customized for you. In the past, Mrs. Mo used to rest and eat at this time when she was pregnant with Zichen."

Tang Wanrou suddenly felt a headache and put her hand on her temple, but her heart was stuffy: "but I couldn't sleep so early, and would it be too early to get up at 6:30?"

Mrs. Zhang said with a smile: "the second young grandmother should have heard the saying that she works at sunrise and rests at sunset. The previous rest time was earlier. Now it has been changed to a more reasonable time. If you don't remember, the old slave will come and remind you."

Her eyes swept the mobile phone in Tang Wanrou's hand. Zhang Ma continued: "this mobile phone is not allowed to be brought with you except for calling and sending messages for important things, so please hand in the mobile phone to the second young grandmother."

Tang Wanrou grabbed the mobile phone and put it in Dong yaai's hand: "Mom, give back your mobile phone."

Dong yaai immediately took Tang Wanrou's mobile phone and said, "Oh, look at your mother's memory. The mobile phone is there. I'm still looking everywhere."

Zhang's mother was not annoyed and continued: "Mrs. Mo will call you at any time. I think it would be better to hand in my mobile phone."

Originally, Zhang's mother didn't intend to carry out these strictly to Tang Wanrou.

But thinking of how she calculated herself a few days ago, she was afraid that she would cause trouble to Mrs. Mo at that time, so Zhang Ma had to follow the above content and isolate Tang Wanrou from the outside world as much as possible.

After a long ideological struggle, Tang Wanrou finally took the mobile phone from Dong yaai's hand and handed it to Zhang Ma's hand: "didn't Zhang Ma say that she could play the mobile phone for a few hours?"

After putting away her mobile phone, mother Zhang shook her head and continued to explain: "the time from 2:00 to 3:30 every day is your lunch break."

Tang Wanrou almost collapsed and looked at Zhang ma. Some couldn't believe their ears. They almost doubted whether they would go crazy in this life.

Seeing Tang Wanrou's dissatisfaction, Zhang Ma lowered her voice and said softly, "second young grandma, it's not easy to conceive a child in the Mohist family. In the future, if the child in your belly is a boy, it will be cultivated into the president of the Mohist family. If it is a girl, it will also be married into a famous family as an alternative to be the head mother."

Mother Zhang raised her eyes and said gently, "thinking of these, everything you do now won't feel bitter. Moreover, in Mohism, mother values children and children show their mother. It sounds very old-fashioned, but this is the truth."

After listening, Dong yaai and Tang Wanrou looked at each other.

Tang Wanrou scratched a smug smile in the depths of her eyes, grabbed mom Zhang's hand and said, "Mom Zhang, is this all true? But isn't Mo Shichen managing now?"

Zhang Ma nodded and asked, "who is the master mother of Mohism now?"

Tang Wanrou immediately understood what Zhang Ma said and said excitedly, "is there anything else to pay attention to? You say together, I'll pay attention."