Looking at some friends and managers who came up to sing in the back, some only applauded, some sent flowers, and the most beautiful manager received 300 flowers at once.

This can see the old people tempted.

This old lady can also sing, gossiping and agitating, and the chairman also came to the stage to sing a mountain song.

Uh-huh, the old lady can't use a microphone, can't look at the screen and listen to music!

This can't help but the old chairman, let stop the voice, that's not mine, it's good to sing socialism! The sound is jade and run, and the old lady has a clear voice!

The applause was extremely warm, the screams, the whistles, one after another, no one paid attention, the good ending of socialism has already turned to the good minor key of Yimeng Mountain.

It's too late to report the flowers, the atmosphere is too warm, the waiter shouts one hundred and two hundred three hundred and five hundred, and the whole stage is full of flowers, and a pile of flowers is full of gold, which is really cooler than selling mutton soup!

The old lady went off refreshed!

Oops, Wangwang's daughter-in-law robbed the host, summarized the inventory, and the mother-in-law received 3,353 flowers for a song of socialism.

Please report the waiters again, which gentleman donated flowers for the elderly, everyone applauded and expressed gratitude.

Actually, the guests really don't know! Where are the old ladies? A group of old northern ladies in floral gowns.

Well, how can there be a 53?

Which guest gave 53 flowers?

One of the waiters pointed to a buddy next to him, who had basically drunk himself himself. A mommy manager stepped forward to report that Manager Liu from the grain and oil store next door.

The old chairman is still confused, my God, there is another person who gave me 500 flowers, and I am calculating, how many 700 fast money are there? Want Want has already invited the guests of 53 flowers to the stage to speak on an impromptu basis.

Manager Liu, who was half-drunk and half-awake, let a waiter support him, dazed, looking at a group of old ladies on the VIP stage, touching the scene, shouting, I miss my mother, tears are like rain, crying and crying.

Music stops,

The flashing dancing lights also stopped,

The audience fell silent,

It's too late to thank the person who sent 300 500 flowers, and the chairman asked with concern, child, what's wrong with him?

There was a restaurant manager next to Liao who knew the situation, and told everyone that Manager Liu was bankrupt, the grain and oil store was pitted, and his wife was angry, and people would come to close the store tomorrow.

Today he has spent all his money, and the last 530 is sent to the waiter for flowers.

Oh, I see, everyone understands it.

Our mothers are destined, children, we are all surnamed Liu, 500 years ago was a family, I heard the old monk in the temple said, no matter who you meet, it is fate to appear, it is not accidental, if there is no debt in the previous life, how can we meet in this life?

All encounters in the world have cause and effect,,,

Don't cry, I'll call the shots for you, you can make money quickly from them, and you will come here to be the manager of Mamasansh who earns the most money, one or two hundred thousand a month?

I know that the grain and oil store doesn't make a lot of money.

Okay, Dawangzi's daughter-in-law.

Among the son's bright and dark daughters-in-law, the mother is very close to Want Want and likes her straightforward personality. often speaks without a door, will make her laugh and tease her.

Want Want laughed and said,

Yes!

You are the first male mother in our Lido Entertainment City!

Even if you take office today, then applaud and welcome. There was a long round of applause.

Yue'er next to her also immediately said, tomorrow I will help you take back your store and merge it into the subordinate stores of our entertainment city, and it is your blessing to meet the chairman.

The singing and dancing thing passed, and the topic revolved around the mother, and a symposium was held.

Want Want performed very passionately, recited a poem, picked up the pancakes and remembered his mother: Some people say that the pancakes in Yimeng Mountain write the suffering of the past,

Life, reflecting the light of Yimeng women, great mothers,

Indeed, in those poor times,

The children of Yimeng Mountain can grow up healthy and happy,

It's because there is a mother who loves us and loves us, and can make pancakes for us,

On the first night of each pancake, the mother coaxed the children to bed,

And there rang out in the courtyard, the sound of grinding,

Until the children all fall asleep,

Once, I came back to Beijing through the window,

Seeing that my mother was still grinding, a layer of cold frost had fallen in the cold yard,

Before dawn, my mother began to light the fire,

At that time it was burning leaves and chaff, and smoke was thick.

In the low pot house, the busy mother let the sweat flow,

silently peeled off the pancakes from the pan, one after another,

The pancakes of that time, the coarse grain corn, but around the mother,

But we always eat so deliciously,

Some people say that where there are fireworks, there is also the scene of the village,

Only with my mother will there be a home,

In that era of poverty, it was the mother's industriousness that made the cold life steaming,

It is a mother's pancake that grows up with me

Think of the difficult years, full of joy and hope,,,,

There was a burst of applause, and someone sent hundreds of flowers, but the old ladies below were full of tears.

It's all said that this song is good, but it's obviously a poem that people are reciting!