The first day of work

  Monday.

  Ningning got up very early, raised a elegant smile, and gently knocked on Anya's door, "Mommy, wake up! You have to go to work today!"

  "Got it, got it..." Cheng Anya replied drowsily.

  Ningning smiled, combed her hair, dressed up, walked into the kitchen, washed the pot, lit the fire, fried eggs, and skillfully made two nutritious breakfasts. The fragrant sandwiches were ready, and he also heated milk. This time, he directly opened the door, and his small body jumped onto the bed, kicking Cheng Anya down with one foot.

  Plop...

  "Ah, it hurts so much..."

  Ning Ning jumped down with a flourish, ignoring her mother's resentful gaze, fetched water, squeezed toothpaste and put it in place, and smiled to gesture for him to come in.

  "Mommy, MBS is very strict. If you're late, you'll lose your job. Our mother and son will have to live on the streets."

  Cheng An Ya wanted to cry but had no tears, %_%!

  "Ning Ning, I hate you!!!” Cheng An Ya shouted, with extreme resentment, as she went to the bathroom to wash up. Ning Ning helped her fold the quilt, picked out today's work outfit and neatly placed it on the bed.

  Cheng Anya came out dressed and slightly made up, with her hair tied back.

  When I came out, Ningning had already packed her bag and was eating breakfast. "Mommy, hurry up and eat your breakfast, we'll go out together."

  An Ya bit into her sandwich with a hint of resentment, five-star quality, but her heart was slightly twisted.

  Normally, isn't it the mom who takes care of her son in the morning? Why has it become the son taking care of his mom instead?

  Her son is a genius, even doing the work of a Filipino maid so well, %_% , she has hope for this life.

  "Ning Ning, Mommy is sorry to you!"

  Ning Ning nodded solemnly, indicating that he understood. With elegance, he urged An Ya to eat her breakfast. His dear mom was perfect in every way except for being lazy and not doing household chores. Poor him, at a young age, he was already skilled at doing household chores and cooking delicious meals.

  "Ning Ning, you mustn't marry a daughter-in-law in the future, you have to take care of Mom for the rest of your life, got it?"

  "Good!"

  How nice! Future daughter-in-law, get out of the way. With such a high-quality son, is it easy for her to raise him? How can she let someone else have him for free? An Ya finally understands why the relationship between mother and daughter-in-law has always been so subtle.

  MBS Building, located in the most prosperous central area, towering into the clouds, magnificent and grand, with an extraordinary momentum.

  An Ya let out a long sigh of relief.

  Come on, Cheng Anya!

  For money, rise up!