Transmigration in the Book: I Rely on Raising Cubs to Upgrade My System

Mrs. Zhang could not understand her son.

She was holding her son's finished script from last night, and her face was twisted.

When he served the crystal-clear plate of braised elbow, the entire table of luxury wives was quiet.

Their eyes were drawn to this home-cooked dish.

Obviously, they were tired of eating the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, and they were usually reluctant to give this ordinary dish a second glance.

But today they couldn't take their eyes off it.

What a great color it was!

It reminds them of D's new limited edition lipstick, which is like the allure of honey that makes men swoon!

They don't even dare to pick up the chopsticks and destroy the whole skin of the elbow.

Because it's so beautiful.

"Son," Mrs. Zhang said when Zhang Le Yue had sat down, "you've been writing scripts for three or four months, haven't you? Has this ever been sold?"

Mrs. Zhang simply could not continue to read.

She was embarrassed by her son's text.

If this could be sold, she wondered if the person who paid for it was logically dead.

She had never heard of a wife who didn't dare to eat an elbow with her chopsticks.

She was more excited to see a piece of roast pork than to see a whole piece of red treasure carved into an ornament.

I'm sure she was not just an ignoramus from the fifties and sixties.

"Are you sure this is a food script? Not a lipstick commercial desk book?"

Mrs. Zhang was torn.

She was afraid that her son's confidence would be undermined by her heavy words.

"Are you sure it's not because they're afraid to take a bite and wipe the lipstick off their mouths that they don't dare touch their chopsticks?"

The corner of Zhang Le Yue's mouth twitched, "Mom, where's your appreciation?"

Mrs. Zhang took a deep breath.

She now felt that her husband had a point. In a few years, her son would most likely come back and inherit the billions of dollars if he failed to write a screenplay.

They would just have to wait and see.

"You can continue to read." Zhang Le Yue clicked the next page for her, "I just read the beginning."

Mrs. Zhang was a little embarrassed, but in the end, her son had stayed up all night writing something that looked better than an elementary school student's essay.

She gritted her teeth and lowered her head to read again.

But after only a couple of lines, she was a little overwhelmed.

"Son, your mother has never failed to take you to the dinners of various families. Our Zhang family, although it is a little lower than the Li family, but it is not a difference between heaven and earth.

Which of your mothers have you seen eat like this since you were a child?"

She pointed her finger.

The first of them was a wealthy wife, elegant and graceful, with an ice jade bracelet on her hand, a beloved possession from an auction.

She was so impressed that she couldn't take a spoon and rushed toward the elbow, and with a clink, the ice jade hit the bowl.

Instead, she ladled out a spoonful of the sauce and poured it over the white rice.

Not wanting to ruin the integrity of the elbow meat and the smooth color of the art, she ate the sauce over the rice.

A few spoonfuls of the sauce mixture, one bite down, she let out a cry, covered the corner of her mouth, and tears fell from her elegant face. ......]

Mrs. Zhang was speechless, and even touched the emerald bracelet on her own hand, looking terrified.

"Son, is this written about me?"

A while ago, she did take down a top quality ice seed from an auction, and had it made into a peace bracelet by a master craftsman.

When she said that, her face turned red and she couldn't take off the bracelet on the spot.

As a result, Zhang Leyue scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Yes, isn't this art from life?"

Mrs. Zhang was stunned, and then looked at the ice jade, actually felt vulgar.

But then she looked at the text again and felt the loss of all three views.

"Your mother and I can't bear to eat meat, so we mixed rice with soy sauce and ate it until weeping?"

Zhang Leyue's eyes lit up, "Is the emotion well rendered?"

Mrs. Zhang was almost crying with anger.

How could she have been so blinded back then and agreed to her son being a screenwriter?

"Son, my eyes hurt and I suddenly can't read."

"............"

As the bus flew, the scenery on both sides of the road receded rapidly.

In addition to Zhang's mother and son 'discussing' the script, other people are also in groups of three or five, some with girlfriends, wives and children, some single to play cards together.

As we were heading for lunch, we didn't dare to eat too many snacks along the way.

The whole atmosphere in the bus is very harmonious, most people are looking forward to it, and there are some 'family members' who have never eaten Ye Susu's handicrafts, more freshness.

The number of people on the bus was not complete, and some of them asked for the address to drive themselves.

But the advantage of traveling in groups is that it's lively all the way, and we can talk to each other.

"I haven't seen the boss's wife for a long time, I miss her."

"She's cute and loving, haven't seen her for many days, I think the other supers don't smell good."

"In fact, when the lady boss asked us what we wanted to eat, the first thing that came to my mind was the recipe I had the first time in Meow Meow Restaurant. Lido, do you remember what it was?"

"Sure!"

The patriarchs began to reminisce.

The closer we got to our destination, the more lively the discussion around the boss's wife became.

Mrs. Zhang, who was in the front seat, listened for a while, and then became a little disheartened.

The boss's wife, not the handsome young man at the helm, was not interested.

I'm not going to the tea party today, but I'm going to have dinner with my son.

I'm not sure how much I'll be able to do this, but I'm not sure how much I'll be able to do this," she said.

"Watching that kid again?"

"Well, yeah, he's cuter than you."

"Let me also see what the son of the second uncle of the Knight family looks like."

Zhang Leyue likes to follow Nixie, and as time passes, her name follows him.

But Mrs. Zhang was a bit lonely when she heard, "You can't see it on the live broadcast, hey, this kid doesn't show his face, and he hasn't been on the air too much in the past two days, so I don't know what's going on. Only Nixie's mother has seen this child, and she whispered to me that he looks so delicate."

She had 'wanting to see him' written all over her face.

Zhang Leye could not understand, but she did not spoil her mother's fun, "I don't know, you will see her someday.

After he finished speaking, he took his notebook and continued to polish the rest of his script.

But before he could write two or three sentences, the bus stopped.

"Here we are, Mr. Zhang."

When everyone arrived at the place, they saw a restaurant of at least a hundred square meters in front of them, and a sign was hung up.

Without a business license, it's still not legal to eat in public.

So in the end, Nixon still found a storefront that didn't come off in time.

"Yeah, there's a small blackboard today too."

"Write a lot of words, the boss lady is refined!"

The crowd was in an upbeat mood, having fun reading everything.

But when I read the two lines on the blackboard, I couldn't laugh.

Today's group meal: 100 RMB per person.

Before entering the restaurant, please scan the QR code to pay by yourself.

After the meal, if you are willing to wash the dishes, you can get a 10% discount.

No matter where the lady boss moves, the style is still hot.

Mrs. Zhang still wanted to make an opinion about the dishwashing, but Zhang Le Yue, who was already the first to scan the code, took her in by the shoulder.

As he walked, he shouted.

"Boss lady, we're here."

"After sweeping ha, two on my side."

The group meal, that is, a table for everyone to eat together.

After the two of them were seated, others also took their seats. 39 people, excluding those who hadn't arrived by car, were really not satisfied with the four tables.

Many people were seated according to family or familiarity with previous diners.

The trio, for example, spontaneously approached Zhang Leyue and shared a table with him.

Zhang Leyue is also used to it, but patted the empty seat next to him, "Save one for my big brother.

Mrs. Zhang turned her head in confusion, "Is that Yin Chen's kid?"

"Yeah, he can't leave the site to move bricks, so he'll have to wait for his lunch break to come back."

Lido was sympathetic, "How can you make it in time for lunch?"

"Hey, I heard that he was transferred to this site overnight last night and came over for half an hour."

Mrs. Zhang was surprised when Zhang Leyue said that.

However, before she had time to ask a detailed question, she heard a slightly familiar and pretty voice ring out.

"Everyone's here, huh?"

Here comes Ye Susu.

She wore a little pink cat apron and came out from the back kitchen slimly.

"Long time no see~"

All of a sudden, the sound of a bachelor's hungry whistle could be heard in the restaurant.

Mrs. Zhang quirked an eyebrow.

But she turned around, sat sideways a bit, and looked over at Ye Susu, who was walking between the two tables with a puzzled look.

The glance made her hand, which had just picked up a glass of water to clean, shake.

"Mom, what?"

Zhang Le Yue noticed.

Mrs. Zhang was breathing a little fast and her heart was beating a little fast, but she managed to hold back and shook her head, "Nothing."

Ye Susu smiled and greeted the familiar customers at each table.

Although she had been lazy in the past, she remembered clearly after meeting everyone more often.

"Little brother, you don't eat spicy."

"Lido, you're less spicy."

She also checked with everyone to make sure they remembered the flavors.

All the people who had been counted were thrilled.

The lady boss remembers them!

The lady boss is still lovely!

"Little Zhang, long time no see, still today's set menu."

Ye Susu soon noticed Zhang Leyue as well, and smilingly made a joke.

Zhang Leyue also grinned, the suffocating feeling of working for the boss's wife just now flew away.

But as he was about to reply, his own mother beside him squeezed his arm heavily.

"Hiss ...... mom?"

Mrs. Zhang's voice was shaking, "Son, does this store, this store still have Flaming Mountain Kebabs?"

She studied music at an early age and has always been a good listener.

The uncle in the live broadcast is Li Jun.

The grandmother in the live broadcast is Xu Yuan.

She heard all of this!

Today, the more Mrs. Zhang listened to the boss's wife's voice, the more wrong it became.

Isn't this the voice of the baby mother in the live broadcast?

Mrs. Zhang's hands were shaking, really shaking.

What did her son say just now, that he might have met the child someday?

Mrs. Zhang turned her head to look around the store.

This is a real encounter!

"Auntie, yes, I have sold lamb kebabs." Ye Susu's smile blossomed, "But we don't have this dish today."

And in the middle of the conversation, there was a small figure flying on little legs, running to Ye Susu's side, pulling on her clothes and whispering to her.

"Mommy, grandma said you quickly come back to the kitchen, the dishes will not be ready in time to make the mess ......"

Mrs. Zhang pricked up her ears and listened attentively.

With a sudden cry, she helplessly covered her mouth with her hand wearing the ice jade.

Her eyes, in fact, couldn't help but become a little hot.

Little cubs!

After Seo-won, she also met the real person!

This little pup, really little pup ...... was so excited she literally wanted to shed tears!

Zhang Leyue hadn't noticed the child's relationship with Ye Susu, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw his mother's disorderly appearance, and he almost lost his voice.

Zhang Leyue suddenly looked around and lowered his voice.

"Mom, what's going on? Why are you crying before you've had your elbow?"

That's it, and you're making fun of his script quality!

Author has something to say: Mrs. Zhang: Seeing a little idol makes you angry.