The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

After eating their fill of melons at the hospital, Gao Qinghe and her husband finally went home.

Seeing that Zhou Zhenghua was unhappy made Gao Qinghe especially happy, and she felt that her cold was almost cured.

After that, I went to the hospital for two more days of intravenous medication and basically recovered.

I haven't fully recovered my energy yet, so I feel a bit lethargic, either lying on the sofa or in bed.

Ms. Qi Lianxin was very worried about this, fearing that if she continued like this, her limbs would degenerate.

So every day, I stew a pot of bone broth, skimming off the surface oil, leaving only a pot of clear essence, enough to nourish the three adults and one child in my family.

During the stay-at-home period, Gao Qinghe noticed that her mischievous son seemed to have become a different person, suddenly becoming unusually well-behaved.

The little chatterbox no longer chases after her mother every day asking a million questions.

He tidied up the toys he had messed up himself.

I would hug my doll and lull myself to sleep at night.

Worried that her mother would be lonely, she specially chose her favorite lion doll and secretly hid it in her mother's quilt.

Unfortunately, the little one didn't know that her father placed her lion doll on the bedside stool with his back to the bed every night.

Jiang Qiyue wasn't disappointed when her mother didn't come to pick her up after school. She took her grandmother to the convenience store, took out her pocket money, and bought "Happy" milk tablets for her mother.

In the past, when she was sick, Gao Qinghe would coax her to take her medicine with milk tablets, saying that these were elixirs made by Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao), and that eating them would make her happy.

I didn't expect the little one to remember it. Seeing that her mother was sick and unhappy, she thought of buying her some "happy milk tablets".

"Mom, eat two slices, and you'll be happy."

Jiang Qiyue climbed onto the sofa, knelt down beside her mother who was lying dead, and carefully fed her two milk tablets to her mother's mouth with her small hands.

Gao Qinghe opened her mouth to cooperate, and the little guy was successfully fed. He opened his eyes wide, looking forward to her reaction.

The milk tablet crunches with a satisfying crack, and the milky flavor quickly blends with saliva, releasing a rich, sweet aroma that tastes like chewing on a cloud.

Jiang Qiyue couldn't wait any longer and asked curiously, "Mom, are you happy?"

Gao Qinghe deliberately pursed her lips, savoring the moment before revealing a bright smile and springing up from the sofa with a somersault.

Jiang Qiyue was startled and instinctively shrank back into the sofa. Before she could react, her mother pounced on her and showered her with kisses.

The little one finally realized what was happening, and his happy mother became happy too, while at the same time feeling itchy and wanting to hide.

The tiny, soft bundle of a baby was wriggling in her arms, and Gao Qinghe's feigned joy became increasingly genuine.

Qi Lianxin picked up the milk tablets on the coffee table and looked at them curiously. "These Happy Milk Tablets are really amazing!"

Upon hearing her grandmother's words, Jiang Qiyue immediately peeked out from under her mother's armpit with a smug little face and said:

"The one Laozi practiced is very effective."

Qi Lian asked suspiciously, "What Laozi?"

Gao Qinghe replied with a smile, "It's Laozi, of course."

Qi Lianxin: "." What is all this nonsense?

Oh well, as long as the mother and daughter are happy.

Qi Lianxin asked the mother and daughter whether they wanted steamed fish or braised fish.

Gao Qinghe thought about how there had been fish at every meal these past few days. She didn't dislike fish, and even liked it a little, but after eating it for so many days in a row, she was really tired of it.

Not only did Gao Qinghe have a problem with eating fish every day, but even Jiang Qiyue frowned when she heard her grandmother's question.

The little guy seriously asked, "Grandma, can we not eat fish today?"

Qi Lianxin paused for a moment and asked, "What would my dear grandson like to eat?"

Jiang Qiyue: "A big chicken leg!" Qi Lianxin reached out and touched her granddaughter's greedy little face, saying under the little one's expectant gaze:
"Let's make braised fish tomorrow since we didn't buy any chicken today."

After saying that, without looking at the mother and daughter's faces that were both showing signs of distress, he raised his eyebrows, with a smug look of control over the whole family, and went into the kitchen to make braised fish.

Jiang Qiyue whispered in her mother's ear, "Mom, Grandma's naughty~"

Gao Qinghe really wanted to agree, but what right did someone who doesn't cook have to comment?
He pulled his daughter into his arms, using her as a support, resting his large head on her small one, and gently educated her:

"Grandma works very hard to cook. She has to go to the market to buy vegetables first, and then wash, chop and prepare them before we can enjoy the delicious food on the table. So, be grateful, baby, at least you don't have to eat at roadside restaurants with Mom."

Jiang Qiyue was instantly overwhelmed by the fear of being dominated by the greasy food at the roadside restaurant. She shook her head violently, indicating that she did not want to eat at the small restaurant.

Then, realizing how hard Grandma really works, she thought about it carefully, clenched her little fist, and said:
"Mom, I'm going to eat lots of fish today and finish all the dishes Grandma made so that nothing is wasted."

“Yes, we can’t waste it.” Gao Qinghe kissed her daughter’s hair. “You’re such a good girl.”

The mother and daughter were mentally prepared to eat to their hearts' content and make sure that Grandma's hard work was not in vain.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

"Mom, I'll drive it!"

Jiang Qiyue slid off the sofa and happily ran to open the door.

I thought I would see my father when I opened the door, but I didn't expect to see my uncle instead.

The little guy's expression froze for a moment, looked disappointed for a short while, and then smiled again.

"Uncle!" Jiang Qiyue turned around happily to her mother and grandmother and said, "It's my uncle!"

Qi Lianxin came out of the kitchen and asked warmly, "His uncle is here. Haven't eaten yet? Wash your hands and sit down. I'll cook one more dish and then we'll eat."

Hello, Auntie.

Gao Qingmiao walked into the house with a bag of things, closed the door behind her, and then found some slippers to change into.

Although it was his first time visiting his sister's new home, his familiar movements made it seem like he had been there many times before.

Gao Qinghe got up and walked over, glancing at the bag, and asked teasingly:
"How did you come?"

Gao Qingmiao rubbed her little nephew's head: "Sister, what a question! Of course I came to visit you."

"You're a thoughtful kid, at least you remember you have an older sister like me."

Gao Qingmiao winked at her sister, "You're my only sister, of course I won't forget you."

Leading Jiang Qiyue to the kitchen door, he picked up the bag in his hand and asked Qi Lianxin:
"Auntie, I've brought you everything you asked for. Could you please tell me where to put it?"

Qi Lianxin turned around in surprise and quickly took the bag, which contained important documents and her favorite sewing kit.

Most importantly, there was a bankbook inside the box.

Qi Lianxin quickly said, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll put the things back in the room first, and then come back to cook."

As the last dish was served, Jiang Baohai returned from scouting the location.

"Hey, Miaomiao's here."

Gao Qingmiao, who was serving rice, poked her head out to greet him: "Brother-in-law is back! Sit down and get ready to eat."

Jiang Baohai changed his shoes, walked to his wife's side, and asked softly, "Is something the matter?"

Gao Qinghe chuckled and shook her head, then pushed him to wash his hands. Whether there's anything wrong or not, you'll find out at dinner.

Jiang Baohai shrugged and didn't ask any further. Anyway, his brother-in-law's personality wouldn't hold out for long before he told him.

Sure enough, after only a couple of bites of food, Gao Qingmiao started talking about how profitable the clothing store in the county town was.

After laying the groundwork, he casually asked:
"Sis, you said last time you ran into Mo Xiaohong in the provincial capital?" (End of Chapter)