Chapter 77

Hua Sheng was copying Buddhist scriptures, and Mrs. Jiang went to the door directly.

"A Sheng." She listened to the river, and she followed it.

Hua Sheng was stunned, then immediately put down his brush and nodded, "Mom."

Mrs. Jiang nodded quite satisfied with the title.

Then he went into the study, "listen to Jiangliu. After the old lady died, you have been in poor health."

"Yes, it may be a little sad."

"You're thin. You need to take it easy. I've sent some blood swallows to your maid to boil you." Jiang Fu's human language is warm and harmonious.

Mrs. Jiang wears a very atmospheric dress. She likes to wear a dress with good looks. She will wear a simple scarf outside.

It's a bit of cloth style, but it's not without luxury.

Huasheng likes the style of dress.

Unlike her mother, Mrs. Hua, she likes to dress in elegant clothes and wear gold and silver jewelry all over her body.

In terms of taste, Mrs. Jiang is a little higher.

"Are you practicing?" Mrs. Jiang looked at the brush and the unfinished words on the table.

Hua Sheng nodded, "if you have nothing to do, you can copy Scriptures for grandma and pray for her."

Mrs. Jiang is more interested and takes a look.

The font of Huasheng is not as elegant as that of ordinary girls.

There is a kind of boy's writing style, which is vigorous and sharp.

"Good words."

"Mom joked. I haven't learned it. I just like it. I write it in my spare time."

"This is the great compassion mantra?"

"Mom, you know that, too?" Hua Sheng has some accidents.

"That's natural. Some of our rich families don't believe in Buddhism. The great compassion mantra is good. Your grandmother can think of her before and after you were born, and she doesn't waste a lot of money loving you. You are a thoughtful child."

"Well, I can only do that."

"Don't write. Come down and sit with me."

Mrs. Jiang is not polite. She pulls Hua Sheng out of her study.

They are sitting in the living room on the first floor.

Gingko made scented tea for the two.

Hua Sheng had a chat with this unfamiliar mother-in-law.

In fact, chatting is not her strong point. She often goes cold.

Even the peach and gingko that have served her for many years have little chance to chat with Hua Sheng.

But Mrs. Jiang is more moderate and has no hostility.

It's with the meaning of friendship, and Huasheng is not so disrespectful.

Mrs. Jiang sat here for more than an hour before she left.

Chuntao hurriedly tells Huasheng, "Miss, your mother-in-law has bought many other supplements besides the blood swallow, as well as dates, medlar, lotus seeds, lily, tremella, and by the way, some wild vegetables in the mountains, saying that you like to eat vegetables. These small dishes are clear. By the way, there are two black chickens, saying that they will make you stewed soup."

Hua Sheng:

To be honest, no one has cared about her like this except grandma these years. Huasheng is not used to it for a while.

I don't know what to say?

I've been ignored for a long time, and suddenly I'm concerned. It's really

"Miss, your mother-in-law looks good. I thought your mother-in-law would be a special old woman who likes to pick up trouble with such a rich family." Ginkgo smiled.

"That's not the case. The position of the Jiang family and the pattern of hostess must be very big. They won't be in the state of small people in the market, but I didn't expect Jiangliu's mother to be like this. Maybe it's because she loves her son. "

"Miss, no matter whether Mrs. Jiang is in love with her son or anything, she is good to you and will not embarrass you." Chuntao said.

Hua Sheng nodded, "it's true. I'm not so ungrateful. Look back I'll choose one of her favorite things in return. "

In Hua Sheng's eyes, there is a way and a way for others to treat her well, and she is not so relieved to enjoy others' good.

At this time, her wechat rings

Open it, it's the river.