My mother was reborn, and so was I.
On the day we met, she held me and cried for half the night, saying that she had hurt me terribly in her previous life, and she would definitely let me live my life in this life.
I was so moved.
Then she started.
First, he introduced me to a doctor, and I talked with him throughout the process about how to cut pig liver.
I introduced another teacher, who said that from now on you would cook and I would wash the dishes. I said that my store would make hundreds of meals a day.
I introduced another businessman, and when he heard that I had opened three stores, his face turned green.
I told my mother, "I don't want to get married."
My mother looked at me with a thoughtful look on her face: "If you don't like the domestic ones, why not try the foreign ones?"
I thought she was joking with me.
As a result, she really gave me a foreign date. Mixed Chinese and English race, blond hair and blue eyes.
On the day we met, when he saw me, his eyes lit up, like a big dog seeing flesh and bones.
"I know you! The owner of the spicy chicken restaurant in the south of the city! I go there every week!"
My mother was smiling from ear to ear: "How about it? Mom didn't make the wrong choice, right?"
I lowered my head to drink tea and said nothing.
I recognize him. In his previous life, he was a regular customer of my restaurant. He sat near the window. It was so spicy that he cut the bones neatly after eating.
In this life, his tail is almost shaking.
OK. A foreign son-in-law is a foreign son-in-law, as long as my mother is happy.
