Knowing that her mother had to be busy until late at night before she could come home, Wen Lian's face was not very good.

Couldn't help but say in a low voice to the person on the other end of the phone: [Mom, don't just teach me, don't you yourself do the same, earning money is important, but your health is the most important thing for me. 】

Wenlian is really worried that like her mother, she does several jobs by herself, and she does hard physical work.

It is strange that you need to be busy from morning to late at night, and it is strange that your body is not tortured after such a long and high-intensity hard work.

But she also knows that it is useless to tell her mother to do less now, after all, the economic conditions of the family are really bad.

Speaking of which, she is still short of money, but fortunately, the novels she wrote now seem to be doing well.

After thinking about it, Wen Lian still said to Liu Meizhen: [Actually, Mom, I hope you can quit your job in the restaurant. 】

It's okay in the summer, but in the winter, you have to wash the dishes until late at night, and even if you wear gloves, you can't resist the biting cold of the ice water.

Liu Meizhen's hands were covered with chilblains, and they were red and swollen in winter, just like two big steamed buns.

Of course, Liu Meizhen also knows that her sensible daughter is feeling sorry for her.

But with the situation at home here, she can't do any better work, so what else can she do but wash the dishes for others?

Of course, Wen Lian also knew what her mother's silence was for, she didn't want to say it, but she really didn't want her mother to worry more.

After all, he still comforted him carefully: [Mom, you don't have to worry too much, I have grown up and can help you earn money. Mom, do you know web novels? 】

couldn't talk too much on the phone, Wen Lian just said to Liu Meizhen that the mother and daughter would discuss it carefully when she got home.

He also told her that, in short, this is a very hot industry now, and as long as you can write novels, you can make money.

She asked Liu Meizhen to believe in her daughter, [Mom, my essays have been written very well since I was a child, haven't you always praised me for telling stories? 】

[Xiaolian, mom knows that you are amazing, my daughter is the smartest and most capable in the world. But you're still young, and your mother should be working hard to earn money to support you. Don't worry, you don't have to worry about things at home, focus on studying, and don't have other messy ideas. 】

The intimacy of her daughter made Liu Meizhen even more uncomfortable.

It's all because she is useless, she has a bad vision and marries a bad man, and it is really unfortunate for her daughter to be reborn in such a family.

The starting conditions are much worse than others, she can't do anything else, and she has a brute force, hoping to try her best to make her daughter's life better.

Wen Lian also heard the choked and sobbing in Liu Meizhen's voice, and couldn't make her mother more sentimental, after all, she was still working hard.

So, I said a few more casual words to make my mother happy, and then hung up the phone.

But in the next time, although Wen Lian was thinking about finding a time to have a good chat with her mother.

She thought that she must convince her mother that she is now capable enough to make money on her own.

It's a weekend now, but it's rare for her to see her mother, which makes Wenlian want to cry.

Because he was in a hurry to save the manuscript, he had already finished his homework before Wen Lian went home, and after hanging up the phone, he naturally turned on the computer quickly.

It's been busy for almost three hours, and the advantage of not having the Internet is that Wen Lian can concentrate on writing.

I wrote nearly 10,000 words, and I see that the time is almost up, and my mother hasn't come back yet.

Wen Lian frowned, but she also knew that under the current situation, she couldn't change anything, but went to sleep obediently.