Save the Bachelor of Heaven

"Mom, I'm back." Xiang Nan shouted when he got home.

"Back, Yang'er." Upon hearing her son's return, Luo Meisu raised her head and responded happily, then couldn't help but shrugged.

She had lowered her head for too long, and when she raised her head suddenly, she felt soreness in her neck and back, which was very uncomfortable.

"Mom, if you're not in good health, don't knit this sweater. You'll tire yourself out later." Seeing this, Xiang Nan advised.

"It's okay, Mom is not tired, and she is idle when she is idle." Luo Meisu waved her hand and smiled.

She had a heart stent installed in the past two years, which cost her more than 90,000 yuan and emptied her family's fortune. In addition, I have received medical leave and have no pension for the time being, so I can only do some work within my ability to help support the family.

"Then let me massage it for you." Xiang Nan said, stepping forward and helping Luo Meisu squeeze her shoulders and back.

He was proficient in Chinese and Western medicine, as well as massage. Luo Meisu immediately felt much more comfortable after being pressed by him.

"My Yang'er has grown up, and I know how much I feel for my mother." Luo Meisu said happily.

Although Wang Yang is essentially a good boy, he is still rebellious, willful, and quarreling with his parents in adolescence.

But Xiang Nan was obviously not as naive as him. He only felt indebted and pity towards Luo Meisu and Wang Xiang.

They had worried about their son Wang Yang all their lives, and he really couldn't bear for them to be wronged again.

…

After pressing Luo Meisu's hand for a while, Xiang Nan also took the opportunity to find out her condition.

The main cause of Luomeisu is heart failure, resulting in weak Qi, mental fatigue, blocked meridians, and abnormal sensations. I always feel that this is not good, that is not good, and I am always in pain.

Therefore, he was ready to find an opportunity to help Luo Meisu with her repairs.

"Yang'er, it's already September. Do you want to repeat your studies or join a factory? You should think about it carefully," Luo Meisu said again.

She is most worried about two things now. One is the 90,000 yuan for the bracket, and when will the factory reimburse her? The other is the future of her son Wang Yang, whether he will take the exam or join the factory...

If these two things could be solved, she would have nothing to worry about.

"Mom, I'd better go into the factory. Your son and I are not good at studying." Xiang Nan said, "When I make money after working, I will honor you and my father."

"Okay, since you want to join the factory, then I'll ask your dad to help you make arrangements. Let's try to get into logistics and factory office instead of the workshop." Seeing that her son had made a decision, Luo Meisu immediately supported.

"Okay, Mom, I'll go back to the house first. Don't be too tired. Just lie down for a while while weaving." Xiang Nan advised again.

"Okay, Mom knows." Luo Meisu nodded.

…

After returning to the house, Xiang Nan spread out his paper and pen, preparing to borrow his old profession - plagiarism, no, writing, to make his first pot of gold.

For him, this is the most convenient, fastest and most profitable channel.

Xiang Nan's pen moves like a dragon and a snake, relying on a horse to write a thousand words. By dusk, he had written tens of thousands of words.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Xiang Nan walked out of the house and saw Luo Meisu preparing to cook. He quickly stepped forward to stop her, "Mom, rest while I cook."

"Yang'er is so sensible." Luo Meisu smiled upon seeing this.

When Wang Yang was at home before, he didn't know how to help him when the oil bottle fell. At least he had the temperament of a young man who stretched out his hands when clothes came and opened his mouth when food came.

Now he is actually rushing to help with cooking. The child is really grown up and sensible.

"But can you do it?" Luo Meisu asked worriedly.

"Why doesn't it work? I always watch you cook, and I know how to do it. Just let me try." Xiang Nan said with a smile. If he couldn't cook, there would be no one in the world who could.

"Okay, then you can come." Luo Meisu nodded with a smile.

Since her son was so proactive, it was hard for her to discourage her son's enthusiasm.

Xiang Nan took a look at the dishes at home. They were all home-cooked dishes such as beans, green peppers, eggplants, and potatoes.

He thought for a moment, then made some stir-fried green beans, some fresh ground vegetables, and stewed a pot of rice.

Luo Meisu was worried about her son cooking and kept leaning against the kitchen door to watch, fearing that something might happen. Unexpectedly, her son seemed to be able to cook well, which made her feel relieved.

I thought to myself that my son has finally grown up, become sensible and capable.

…

By the time he finished cooking, it was exactly half past six, and Wang Xiang had just finished get off work.

"Oh, why are you cooking something delicious? You can smell the fragrance at the door." He asked as soon as he entered the door and changed his slippers.

"Come and see, my son made these dishes today." As soon as her husband came back, Luo Meisu immediately stepped forward and said happily.

"My son did it, couldn't he?" Wang Xiang said in surprise.

Wang Yang has been considered pampered since he was a child. He and his wife have taken care of him. They have never done heavy work or suffered serious crimes. How can he still cook?

"Dad is back, let's eat." Xiang Nan came out with rice in his hand and said.

"My son really made it." Luo Meisu said with a smile, "Come on, sit down and try it."

Wang Xiang nodded, sat down, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. His brows suddenly relaxed. It tasted really good.

"Really my son did it? Yes, my son has my talent." He smiled and nodded.

He is a good cook, and when distinguished guests come to the house, he always cooks. Stir-fried, deep-fried, stewed, especially pot-wrapped pork is a must-have. I didn’t expect that my son’s cooking would be delicious, and he was indeed his son.

"Well, my son is good at craftsmanship. If you can't get into the factory, you can learn to be a chef. It's still a skill." Luo Meisu took a bite and said with a smile.

"If you don't go to work in a steel factory, why would you be a cook?" Wang Xiang said unhappily when he heard this, "Our old Wang family has a prosperous family, and it was my father who dug the first shovel of soil for the construction of Hua Steel. He Song Yukun No one is allowed to enter the factory, and I have to let my son enter."

…

After finishing the meal, Xiang Nan took the initiative to wash the dishes, and then continued to go back to the room to write his article.

Luo Meisu told Wang Xiang about her son's performance today. He squeezed her shoulders and patted her back, and took the initiative to help her cook. Then she said happily, "My son, he has really grown up."

"Don't you grow up when you're eighteen?! I've been working in a factory since I was eighteen, and I'm the mainstay of my family. He's far behind me." Wang Xiang curled his lips and said.

But when I say this, I feel quite happy in my heart.

The son has grown up, become sensible, knows how to care for his parents, and helps the family with work. For the old couple, there is nothing better than this.

After all, they only have one son, and he will be their sustenance and support for the rest of their lives.

"You should hurry up and take care of your son's entry into the factory. If it doesn't work, we'll have to wait and see." Luo Meisu urged again, "Otherwise, can we give him some gifts?"

"I, Wang Xiang, have been a model worker since the 1990s and have been a work activist every year. You want me to have a relationship? Am I willing to show off?" Wang Xiang suddenly said unhappily.

"Yes, your face is more important than your son." Luo Meisu rolled her eyes.

"..." Wang Xiang was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Okay, let me take a look."