Transmigrated as the wife of wealthy vegetative man

At five o'clock, the streets of the night market began to lively, everyone went out to buy vegetables and shopping, and some simply went out for a walk.

The booths of He Yingying and Sun Ying were next to each other, at the far east of the night market.

One person wrote a price tag and placed it in front of the booth. Everyone took a small chair and sat down and swiped their phones when no one came.

Huang Zongxi's stall is in the middle of the road, and there is a food stall with four tables inside. If all four tables are full, they will be able to make a lot of money tonight.

Mu Yanyan's fried watermelon yogurt stall is right next to them.

When there were no customers, Mu Yanyan smiled and asked Huang Zongxi: "Brother Huang, would you like a copy?"

Huang Zongxi chuckled and said, "Brother Huang has been greedy for a long time. Give me a copy soon."

Mu Yanyan didn't care too much, and swiftly fired three copies, one for Huang Zongxi, one for Wang Li, and one for Zhou Zeyang.

"This time you don't count your money. If you want to eat it later, you have to pay."

Huang Zongxi poked her head vigorously: "If you get money in your eyes, you will know money."

Eating Mu Yanyan's fried watermelon with yogurt, several people chatted while waiting for customers to come.

Wang Li suddenly remembered He Yingying and Sun Yinglai: "I don't know where Sun Ying and they went. We are eating fried watermelon here. Do you want to send them some?"

—Hahaha, the forgotten top class, so miserable.

-They didn't even eat fried watermelon. Two people were sitting on a cold bench.

—Hurry up and prepare for the top class in my family. You are too much. Four people eat fried watermelon, leaving our grandson alone.

…

Mu Yanyan didn't want to have any dealings with Sun Ying and He Yingying.

She said without a trace: "They are far away, and they don't like to eat this kind of local food."

She said that she didn't want to do it. Wang Li silently skipped the topic when He Yingying was picking up teammates.

The live broadcast room went crazy quickly.

-Fuck, who Mu Yanyan thought she was, dare to ignore my brother.

—Do you think her fried watermelon is delicious? It doesn't look so good.

—What's going on upstairs, people are in contact with Sun Ying, you said that people **** blood, now it is wrong to stay away?

— Mu Yanyan is really miserable, and she will be uncomfortable with how she does it.

—Since I can’t accept anything, I can't even give it.

…

The weather was hot, and customers soon came, and Mu Yanyan started to fry watermelons.

Zhou Zeyang had been standing by and watching, and when she was done, she packed it and handed it to the guests. By the way, she stared at the payment of the guests.

But I always felt that Mu Yanyan was the one who contributed, and he felt like lying down and winning.

"Xiao Mu, teach me how to fry watermelons. You can't let you do it all by yourself." When there was no one, Zhou Zeyang decided to study hard.

Stir-fried watermelon looks simple, but it's not simple at all.

When Mu Yanyan first started to learn, her wrists were sour every time, but they couldn't taste delicious.

The heat and the amount of yogurt will affect the taste.

But she couldn't directly say that Zhou Yingdi couldn't learn it, and said euphemistically: "Whether Zhou Yingdi's hands are for this kind of rough work, it's better to collect money."

Zhou Zeyang disagreed: "Are you worried that I can't learn? Don't worry, if I can't learn, I won't do it."

Now that Zhou Yingdi said so, Mu Yanyan felt that she could no longer refuse. When no one was selected, she told Zhou Yingdi the secret of frying watermelon, and taught him how to hold the knife and put the yogurt in what proportion. When it caught fire and when to stir fry, it was very detailed.

One is serious in teaching and the other is serious in learning. The two look particularly warm and harmonious.

Soon a Weibo quietly climbed up the hot search: Mu Yanyan taught Zhou Yingdi to fry watermelon yogurt.

—Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this is for me to eat for the CP.

—I order: The two people will be announced by the local government, get married immediately, and get the certificate.

—Too warm, like a couple’s daily life at home.

…

The old lady in the variety show that Mu Yanyan participated in knew that she didn't even insert flowers now, and she got up early and stood in front of the TV, waiting to see her granddaughter-in-law.

Seeing Mu Yanyan buying the tricycle and selling it again, her stomach hurts with laughter.

Behind the girl frying yogurt swiftly, it made the old lady feel distressed, tears bursting into her nose.

She doesn't know how to go online, but will let the maid read the online feedback in front of her.

The servant who took care of her was a little girl who was just over 20 years old, named Reiko.

Naturally, Reiko would not read her cursing words on the Internet, and only picked out comments that praised Mu Yanyan.

In the past few days, the old lady has learned a lot of Internet terms, such as ranking list, hot search, navy and so on.

Just now Reiko accidentally said: "Now everyone likes the young grandma, and they all like her and Zhou Yingdi's CP."

The old lady immediately noticed the important point: "What is cp?"

Reiko: "...Uh, it means that the two people are in a tacit understanding and feel very CP."

She simply dug a big hole for herself. The words are too heavy, and it is easy to misunderstand the old lady, and it is too light. Although the old lady is old, she is shrewd and it is difficult to fool it.

Sure enough, the old lady was dissatisfied: "Then what is cp?"

Reiko had no choice but to continue to explain: "It is the official pairing of characters, such as Yang Guo Xiaolongnu, Yang Guo and Guo Fu are cults."

The old lady frowned and still didn't quite understand: "But Yan Yan is married, both officially and privately, she is our Han family's daughter-in-law."

Reiko twisted her scalp and explained: "This is just a statement on TV, and it has nothing to do with us normally."

"That's not okay," the old lady was uncomfortable, and when she thought of Zhou Zeyang's mature and steady appearance, she must have liked many little girls, and she felt uneasy.

Although her grandson is also very attractive, but his grandson is a piece of wood, and then he is so proud, he will not coax girls at all, how can he go on like this.

"How many days are there on the show?" the old lady asked worriedly.

Reiko: "12 days."

The old lady asked again: "Did you hear Xiaozheng call Yan Yan these days?"

Reiko shook her head: "I don't seem to have heard of it, but the young master has been busy working in the company. We probably didn't hear the call in the company."

"I didn't hear anything," the old lady was upset. "He just didn't fight."

Strangely speaking, Han Zheng slept in the same bed with his wife the night before. He woke up refreshed the next morning. He glanced at the girl who was still sleeping, and left the hotel without saying anything.

But today it won’t work. He didn’t have a wife last night. He slept all night without insomnia. The quality of sleep was still acceptable, but he got heavy in the morning, his limbs were stiff, and he didn’t want to move.

But when he thought that grandpa still had so many things in his old company, he struggled to go to the company.

In the afternoon, his body became more and more uncomfortable, so he didn't want to do anything.

"System, isn't my health increased by seven days, why is it so uncomfortable now?"

System: "If you only increase your health but not your energy, of course you will lose energy."

Han Zheng: "Then what do I do now?"

System: "Of course I am looking for a wife."

"I am a wife petting system."

Han Zheng said speechlessly: "She has gone out to work, I can't run her crew, right?"

System: "I can't control this."

Han Zheng was unwilling to go to the crew, and the system couldn't make any suggestions for construction, so the two of them had to survive like this.

In the end, the system thought of the solution first: "Di, today's task, watch my wife live broadcast for half an hour, and go to Weibo to leave a message to my wife, and the essence value will increase by 1."

With the task, Han Zheng immediately turned on the computer, but he hadn't watched his wife's live broadcast, and didn't even know how to enter his wife's live broadcast room.

I had to call the assistant over: "Xiao Zhao, hurry up and help me enter Mu Yanyan's live broadcast room."

Assistant Zhao Xiulan knew that Mu Yanyan had gone to the variety show hosted by the fruit station, and soon found the live broadcast of "Everyone in Infrastructure Together" from the fruit player.

The girl in the live broadcast cut off a piece of watermelon and fry it over and over on a flat black table. It seemed that there was yogurt and black sesame seeds on it.

It was still the red color of watermelon at the beginning, but after she was done frying, it turned into pale pink, crisp and thin, and it was very visually enjoyable when placed in the juice cup prepared in advance.

But Han Zheng has never eaten this kind of roadside snack. He twisted his nose and asked, "Can this kind of food be eaten?"

Although Han Zheng has never watched the live broadcast, Zhao Xiulan has.

His girlfriend is a fan of Zhou Zeyang, and now she is in love with Mu Yanyan, and she is the one who shouts to get married on the Internet the loudest.

Hearing this, he honestly replied: "My girlfriend said it was delicious, and also said that if I had the opportunity to taste it in person...it would be worth it in my life."

"Exaggeration," Han Zheng didn't think it was delicious at all.

After a pause, "You apply for a Weibo account for me."

Zhao Xiulan knows about Weibo. His girlfriend will help her favorite idol clock in, and sometimes ask him to help if it is too late, so although he does not have Weibo, he still understands it quite well.

After receiving the task, he quickly registered an account with his mobile phone, and when he determined the name of the account, he asked: "Mr. Han, what vest do you plan to use?"

"Vest?" Han Zheng was startled.

Zhao Xiulan: "It's the username."

Han Zheng has always done things upright, and his name is the brand. He said without hesitation: "Just use my name."

Soon Zhao Xiulan registered the vest for him and handed him the phone: "Mr. Han, you can speak now. Just now I have helped you follow the young lady's Weibo, and you can also send her a private message. "

"Okay," Han Zheng took his mobile phone and wandered around on Weibo before leaving a message on Mu Yanyan's Weibo.

@慕颜妍: "My wife, you are so beautiful."

After he finished his Weibo, it was half an hour to pinch the time to watch the live broadcast, and he heard an alarm from the system: the mission is completed, your essence value will increase by 1.

Soon Han Zheng felt refreshed and energetic.

It works better than any panacea.

There was a crowd at five or six o'clock, and six or seven o'clock was about dinner time. There should be fewer guests. Mu Yanyan found a chair to sit and rest.

By the way, he took out his phone and glanced at Weibo.

Soon I saw that a Weibo trumpet named Han Zheng called her, "My wife, you are so beautiful."

She almost didn't turn off her chair.

What does Han Zheng mean?

And why did he come out under his own name.

Of course, many people confessed to her every day. His Weibo was quickly drowned out by fans' confession army, and no one noticed him at all.

But Mu Yanyan can't ignore it. Although there is a trumpet that has never been posted on Weibo, she is sure that it must be Han Zheng.

It's just that he is so narcissistic that he will come up under his own name.

Fortunately, this name is not special, and everyone will not think of the richest man in the Han family.

Mu Yanyan withdrew from Weibo to send a message to Tian Shuying, with only a crying expression.

Tian Shuying quickly returned to her: "What's the matter, someone is bullying you on the crew?"

"No, I have been watching the live broadcast, no one bullies you."

No one can complain about Mu Yanyan, except Tian Shuying.

"I don't know what's going on, I always think Han Zheng is weird."

Since Mu Yanyan's contract was terminated, the two of them haven't talked much together. Mu Yanyan is still on a business trip, and it is difficult to say a lot of things. Therefore, Tian Shuying doesn't know Mu Yanyan's current situation.

Seeing her doubts, she asked: "What's the matter?"

Mu Yanyan made a long story short: "It's just that he woke up..."

Before I said the words behind, Tian Shuying's surprise passed through the screen: "He is awake?"

Mu Yanyan: "Yes, he woke up and began to resolutely divorce me, but he didn't know why, so he suddenly praised me for being beautiful. Just now he made a Weibo directly @我, praise me for being beautiful, do you think he is? Is it in the cup?"

Tian Shuying does not believe Zhonggu's statement that it does not conform to the core socialist values.

She thought for a while and replied: "I think he might really like you. You are so beautiful, and you married him when he was sick. Anyone with a conscience will appreciate you."

"Even if he doesn't like you much now, there will always be good feelings."

"He praises you for being beautiful now, and he definitely wants to live with you."

Although Tian Shuying said something reasonable, Mu Yanyan didn't believe it at all.

She would rather believe that the original owner's scumbag was not greedy for money, and would not believe that Han Zheng would like her.

Mu Yanyan wanted to say a few more words. When a customer came over to buy fried watermelon, she picked up her phone and went to make fried watermelon first.

After seven o'clock, Huang Zongxi and Wang Li finally welcomed the first wave of guests.

A total of four people ordered 20 lamb skewers, four honey-glazed chicken wings, two rows of roasted leeks, and a plate of edamame peanuts. They asked them if they had fried seafood. Unfortunately, Huang Zongxi could not fry, so he had to say: Come on, I will consider it in a few days."

The guests were two men, two women, and four young men. They didn’t say much.

Huang Zongxi went to grill skewers after receiving the job.

Huang Zongxi had grilled skewers before, but it was because of his brothers being together, there was no time for pure relaxation, when it was grilled and when.

But now that people are guests, he has to be sure of the time, otherwise they will definitely collapse if they don't sit on the string all night.

I was a little anxious, plus I didn't get the carbon right before, and now the fire hasn't risen, so I can only start the fire.

Wang Li's women's group was in a trance. When she was a child, her family was pretty good. She had never had any hardships. Today is the first time to get such a big show. I just think it's more difficult than her line dance.

First find something to eat and bring it to the table, then carry the beer over, and then stare at Huang Zongxi's charcoal.

It was hard to get the charcoal, but who knew the fire was too big, and the mutton skewers were mushy right after they were put on the stove.

Huang Zongxi, who is usually at ease in front of the big screen, is sweaty at the moment, and his forehead is full of carbon dust.

Everyone laughed in the live broadcast room.

—Hahaha, I thought Mrs. Huang must be awesome, professional chef, who knows that he just came to the first table and made a mess, what can I do?

—What should I do if my stomach hurts when I laugh, I really want to smooth out Teacher Huang's hair, it seems to smell of pig hair.

—Wang Li can’t find North anymore. I’m so ridiculously laughing. Do they dare to stand up directly without rehearsing? I think it would be nice to be able to serve this table tonight.

…

After Mu Yanyan sent away the two guests, she hesitated and walked over when she saw Huang Zongxi hurriedly in front of the stove.

"Brother Huang, I am coming."

Mu Yanyan put on her apron and gloves, grabbed the lamb skewers and knocked on the stove, then used scissors to cut off the upper grilled area, turned it over twice, and saw that it was almost done, brushed the hot sauce It's out on the show.

"Brother Huang, can you try it?"

Huang Zongxi didn't dare to go directly to the guests, first took one to the side and tasted it, his eyes suddenly sparked, and he gave Mu Yanyan a thumbs up: "Yes."

"Wang Li has served the guests," he finished shouting, walked to Mu Yanyan, and said kindly: "Yan Yan, talk to Big Brother Huang, how do you bake?"

When Mu Yanyan was out of the stall before, there was a barbecue stall next to her. When she was okay, she would go there and rub two skewers.

The stall owner's eldest brother is very good, and he often takes the initiative to share it with her, especially when it can't be sold at night, he always gives her two skewers.

She always eats other people's inappropriateness. Sometimes when the other party is too busy to come, she will go and help out. If you come and go, the barbecue will be enough.

At this moment, Huang Zongxi asked her that she didn't hide the traitor, and she explained the barbecue steps one by one. Huang Zongxi listened carefully, took note of them one by one, and then tried to bake them twice.

Because at the beginning, Huang Zongxi was worried that he would be slow to treat the guests. He used to apologize, and he touched them with a glass of wine: "Brothers are sorry, this is the first time for me. Please bear with me if the hospitality is not good. ."

The four guests were very outspoken, and they drank after touching the cup with him, "It's okay, it's okay, we want to be happy in business, and we also want to be refreshed when we eat. We have wine and good quality things."

Huang Zongxi is still very confident about quality: "Of course, the lamb is fresh, and I buy the best. I have the lamb skewers tonight, and you can drink it."

These guests actually recognized Huang Zongxi a long time ago, and they don't want to hide it anymore. They smiled and said, "Teacher Huang, in fact, we all know you. We used to see you on the screen. Today, we are here for you.

Huang Zongxi: "..."

Is he so popular?

"Hahaha, if you say this, I won't be able to collect money, and I will give you two fried watermelons."

—Hahaha, do you think Huang Zongxi can still make money?

—I’ll give you the lamb skewers first, and then the fried watermelon.

—I'm so ridiculous, I want to go too, Teacher Huang remembers it's free!

…

"Xiao Mu, quickly get two fried watermelons," Huang Zongxi said in a negotiating tone.

Mu Yanyan smiled and said, "You can fry watermelon, but you have to charge money."

Huang Zongxi thought for a moment: "Then you give me a discount."

Mu Yanyan stretched out two fingers: "It's 20% off. I don't know if you can get your money back."

After a pause, "Brother Huang, I think you have to pay for this table. Will there be any money to purchase tomorrow?"

—Hahaha, Mu Yanyan said so truthfully.

—No, I want to raise 10,000 yuan for Teacher Huang, and I must let him survive.

—Laughing hard at me, I can't do it anymore.

—I believe there are no more Taiwanese books, you see the director’s face is green, hahaha...

—I want to know what happened to Sun Ying. There was no movement all night, did he make a fortune?

—Yes, don’t you just make a fortune in silence?

-One mat 269, one eardrop 49 make a fortune?