First love is not a fucking human being. When I came to visit during the Chinese New Year, she acted like a mother-in-law and taught me the rules for seven days in a row. On the first day, she woke me up at four o'clock in the morning and accompanied her to carry water in the ice and snow. The next day, there was a feast of meat and fish outside, and she forced me to squat in the kitchen with her, chewing on the steamed buns that would kill me. On the third day, I directly encouraged the whole family and one of them asked me about the 888 red envelope. My boyfriend refused to take me away, so she kidnapped me and took me to a neighboring village, where we immediately lost contact with him. In this way, she almost molded me into the most hard-working and filial new daughter-in-law in the eyes of the whole village. And I accepted this obedience test in silence. On the seventh day, he was rescued and returned home by his parents who rushed over. Later, fearing marriage, I devoted myself to work and finally became the founder of a leading company. I no longer recall the past. Until the new intern interview, a girl handed me her resume. Looking at her familiar face, I smiled. "Know?" The HR manager winked at me. I raised my eyebrows: "It doesn't really count. The main thing is that I really can't forget her mother."
