Some people say that time is a knife that mercilessly urges people to grow old. But the knife in Yang Qingtong's hand is a kind of forgetting worries, whenever she devotes herself to the production of cakes, she will forget all the unpleasantness.

About half an hour later, Yang Qingtong lowered his head and just finished the triple love cake, when the door of the store was suddenly pushed open. When she looked up, she saw that her mother had hurriedly walked in from outside.

When Yang's mother saw her daughter standing in the room, most of her anger was instantly extinguished, and her eyes were full of surprise and love.

"Girl!"

"Mom!" As he spoke, Yang Qingtong opened his arms and stepped forward to hug his mother.

"When are you home?"

"I just came back for a while, and I missed you to death—"

"You stinky girl, why are you so thin again? Is it bad to eat outside? Or is it too tired to work? ”

"No, I'm doing well in a big city, and now I'm a 'bone spirit' like me in vogue there." Yang Qingtong replied with a smile.

Mother Yang was dressed simply, with a ruddy complexion, short black hair that looked capable, and only a little silver strand on her sideburns. When she heard her daughter's words, she felt sad for a while.

Yang Qingtong's father died a few years ago, and he runs the bakery independently, and now he can only barely make ends meet. My daughter works hard in a big city, but she can't help, and she feels a little guilty.

"Hey, what 'white bone spirit', isn't it white-collar workers, backbones and elites! It's nice to say, it's not that you're being squeezed by those blood-sucking bosses. ”

"Of course not, I'm white-skinned, skinny, and shrewd. Don't worry, how can your daughter and I suffer so shrewdly outside. While the mother and daughter were talking, they heard the puppy barking in the chair, as if protesting that they had spoken too much, and completely ignored its pitiful sick name.

Yang Qingtong sat down with his mother, holding Wang Wang to comfort him, while telling what happened along the way. When she heard that there was a college student village official in the town, Yang's mother sighed: "There are too few young people who are willing to work in the countryside." ”

Hearing what her mother meant, Yang Qingtong naturally understood that she blamed herself for not wanting to go home and be by her side, so she had to say helplessly: "I will stay for a few more days when I come back this time, and I will accompany you well." ”

Mother Yang knew that she couldn't keep her daughter, so she said: "The main reason for letting you come back this time is that it is not easy for you to meet a suitable guy in a big city, so I will find one for you." Although he also went out of our town, he is a real 'returnee', who has studied and is educated. The important thing is that he is the son of the old mayor Uncle Mo, and I heard that the young man is quite good. ”

finally talked about the topic, Yang Qingtong secretly admired his mother's plan. It seems that the thirty-six love plans of my father chasing my mother back then were transferred to myself by my mother this time.

"No wonder the customers in the store are so bad, it turns out that you don't look at business and look at the art of war!" Yang Qingtong said with a smile: "It's really a knowing girl Mo Ruomu, this trick of a beautiful man really works for me." But whether it succeeds or not depends on whether he is a beautiful man or a beautiful man. ”

"Men can't just look at their appearance, they have to look at many aspects......"

Seeing that her mother was still nagging, Yang Qingtong hurriedly stopped: "Mom, where did you go just now?" Why did you go in such a hurry and didn't even bring your mobile phone? ”

As soon as she mentioned this, Mother Yang seemed to remember something, and her anger suddenly "soared".

"When you came back, I was so happy that I almost forgot about it." Mother Yang stroked the hair scattered from the corners of her forehead and continued, "Aren't you coming back today, so I specially made you a creative cake ......, by the way, my cake is still in the oven." ”

"Don't worry, I'm all set." As he spoke, Yang Qingtong brought out the triple love cake from the operation room.

"I didn't expect that after such a long time, your craft has not been thrown away, and it seems that there is still progress."

"Where, this is all done by my mother, I just made some embellishments on it."

"By the way, I'm not done yet. Today the old Lu Tou came to me. That's right, it's the Uncle Lu who hugged you when you were a child. He has enough to carry in the past few years, and there are more than a dozen acres of orchards at home, and the benefits are not good every year. This year, two acres of walnuts finally bore fruit, and the harvest was not bad, but a group of boys appeared out of nowhere, not only stealing a lot of walnuts, but also ruining a lot. In the morning, Lao Lutou blocked those people in the orchard and wanted to reason with them, but they actually started to hurt Lao Lutou. ”

"Then how is Uncle Lu's injury now?" Yang Qingtong asked with concern.