Auntie mistakenly recognized her daughter Xiaoyue as a true cook

"Mom, what's wrong with you? It's me, my Che'er, your Che'er." Liu Che hurried forward to comfort her.

"Go away, go away, you are not my son, you are lying." The aunt freed one hand to push Liu Che away from her, then looked at Xue Jiuyue, "Ni'er, come here!"

The old lady's accent changed to a dialect when she spoke these words, but Xue Jiuyue could barely understand, "Me?"

As if responding to Xue Jiuyue's Mandarin, the auntie changed back to Mandarin, "Yes, it's you, come here!"

"Xiaoyue!" Liu Che reminded with concern, "Why don't you go out first."

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Xue Jiuyue slowly approached the aunt and squatted in front of her obediently.

The aunt reached out and touched Xue Jiuyue's face.

Liu Che couldn't see, but he listened carefully, fearing any unexpected events. Xue Jiuyue was so nervous that she was trembling, so much so that she didn't even feel the old lady's hand on her face.

Before Xue Jiuyue could calm down, something unexpected happened again - the aunt knelt down from the sofa and hugged Xue Jiuyue, who was squatting, and burst into tears. While crying, she kept muttering: "Xing'er, my daughter, you finally came to see me..."

Xue Jiuyue was extremely nervous, but she still comforted her aunt: "Mom, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay..." The "it's okay" at the end was also said to Liu Che.

The tears were finally stopped by the aunt's limited physical strength. Liu Che and Xue Jiuyue helped her back to sit on the sofa. During this time, she kept holding Xue Jiuyue's hand, afraid that she would disappear if she let go.

Xue Jiuyue sat with her, listening to her quietly: "That bad woman is so bad, she ran away with someone else and took away all the property. She is such a piece of shit, luckily you are mine, she can't take you away, never can take you away." As she spoke, the aunt put her other hand on Xue Jiuyue's hand, and then continued to talk to herself, "How are you two going to live! Is it cold on the road? Is it good over there? If you need anything, tell me in a dream. That bad woman, I hate her to death. Don't listen to her words about having similar interests, that's all a deceptive excuse. In fact, she is a bad woman who pretends to be noble and despises the poor and loves the rich! I will never forgive her!"

Although the aunt's words were confusing, Xue Jiyue could guess from Liu Che's introduction that she was probably scolding her husband's ex-wife. So Xue Jiyue said in agreement: "It's okay, Mom, it's all in the past, forgive her! It's all in the past, you see I'm fine."

"You forgive her? Are you really willing to forgive her?"

"Well, forgive her, really!"

"Woo..." The aunt hugged Xue Jiuyue tightly again and cried bitterly.

Until dinner time, the aunt still refused to let go and forced Xue Jiuyue to have dinner with her.

The nursing home has its own cafeteria, where Liu Che and Xue Jiuyue had lunch at noon. Aunt Ji was holding Xue Jiuyue's hand, greeting everyone she met along the way, "My daughter is back, my Xing'er is here to see me..."

The final farewell was a reluctant one. Xue Jiuyue left her phone number, gave Aunt Ji her photo as a wallpaper on her phone, and promised to visit her often before she was allowed to leave.

Even though Xue Jiuyue knew that Aunt Ji had nothing to do with him, he still felt heavy-hearted.

"Xiao Ming?"

"Um?"

"The air here is nice. We'll drive back later. Can you walk with me?"

"OK!"

The moon was half-waning, and the empty mountain was silent. Xue Jiyue didn't say anything. Liu Che asked with concern, "Are you feeling bad? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dragged you into this."

"What does this have to do with you? I feel that what I can do is too little and too limited to help Aunt Ji better. Does she really have a daughter?"

"She had only one son, who died with her husband. His nickname was Xing'er. When I first met her, she called me Xing'er. I didn't know the situation at the time, so I said my name was Liu Che. She then changed it to Che'er, and she still calls me Che'er today."

"She must have been a talented woman when she was young."

"That's for sure. When I visited her, I often heard her recite poems, including those by Yu Xuanji, Xue Tao, and Li Qingzhao. I only learned the authors of many of them after I wrote them down and looked them up online..." Liu Che suddenly remembered, "At that time, I heard Auntie crying, and it seemed like she was holding you. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, she was holding me at the time, and she kept holding my hand afterwards. I didn't feel any discomfort. I'm not particularly averse to women, and my symptoms have improved a lot recently. As long as I don't focus, I don't feel any pain."

"That's good, victory is in sight!" Liu Che was extremely excited, but then felt a little guilty. "But you still need to be more careful. It's mainly my fault for putting you in danger. The closer you are to recovery, the more worried you are about a relapse."

"It's okay, Xiao Ming. Even if I'm in pain, I can find a way. But Aunt Ji is so pitiful. The pain of losing a child is endless. Can we help her more?"

"Of course!"

In a brand new week, Xue Jiuyue, full of energy, appeared in "Inch by Inch of Time" with a lot of extra pieces of cloth in her hands.

She had discovered before that Liu Che loved wearing shirts, so she planned to make a shirt for him by herself.

In order to show that I am not the "heartless stinky picker" that my father said, I prepared enough ingredients and planned to make one for my father. Suddenly, I remembered that Mr. Qiu was so good to me, so I had to have one too.

Who should I make it for first? This question troubled Xue Jiyue for a long time, and then she realized there were no specific sizes. Only her father's size. She went to the mall and bought something at random, copying the original. However, the originally fat piece quickly became a size she thought Liu Che would just wear.

"Well, this is probably God's will!" Xue Jiuyue comforted herself secretly, but soon the cut piece became Mr. Qiu's size again.

"Well, Mr. Qiu is so good to me, I deserve to have the first one."

It wasn't long before I comforted myself again, knowing that the piece of cloth in my hand would probably only be used for children's clothing.

"Hello Xiaoyue, what are you busy with?"

Mr. Qiu's voice startled Xue Jiuyue, who was muttering "Uncle Qiu, I'm sorry..." to herself.

"Hello, Uncle Qiu, please sit down. I tried making clothes for fun, and the result was..."

Sitting opposite, Elder Qiu smiled and encouraged, "Haha, great! You should be bold and try new things while you're still young. How did you suddenly come up with this idea? I heard Jianjun mention it before, but he couldn't explain it clearly."

Xue Jiuyue narrated to Mr. Qiu all of his later thoughts.

"Haha, not bad, not bad, this is a great idea! Very promising! As expected of Xiaoyue, any of her ideas are so outstanding."

"Don't laugh at me, I just did it on a whim to kill time."

"Don't be too modest. In my experience, if it's successful, it will have a huge market. But it's definitely quite difficult, and it requires hands-on practice. When I heard Jian Jun'er talk about it, I was thinking, 'If you're still willing to do it, I'll find some skilled hands to help you!' I didn't expect your original idea to be like this. It's better than I expected, but also more difficult."

"Well, it's much harder than I imagined." Xue Jiuyue said as she showed the results of her failure.

"Originally, this was meant to be tried by novices, or what you would call newbies, so you have to experience the difficulty yourself." At this point, Mr. Qiu's eyes suddenly lit up. "Look, this works, Xiaoyue. If you're still interested in making it, I'll buy your samples, no matter how much you pay."

"Uncle Qiu, if you mention money again, I'll be angry!"

"Hahahahaha, fine. Anyway, don't throw away the sample you made even if you don't like it. Leave it to me, an old man, okay?"

"It's a deal. Let Qiu Nian take your measurements first!"

"Good, good!" Mr. Qiu was very excited.

After finishing all this and sitting down again, Mr. Qiu tried hard to suppress his emotions before speaking: "Xiaoyue, I have something else to trouble you with."

"You say."

"Last Friday, you and Yiyi went to see Qiu Nian? Was there a misunderstanding?"

"How do you know?"

"I know what Qiu Nian has been busy with recently, and I support him. But yesterday I noticed that he was in a particularly low mood, and it was with great difficulty that I was able to get any clues."

"It's okay, don't worry!"

"Are you really okay?"

"It's really okay, don't worry!"

"Okay, I know you won't lie to me. I'll go and help you later. We can only help set the stage. How the show is performed depends on Qiu Nian herself. Hahahahaha, you don't know anything, right."

"Uh, well, I don't know anything."

The old and the young smiled in tacit understanding.

After Mr. Qiu left, Xue Jiuyue temporarily put down the needlework in her hands and went straight into the kitchen.

"Ahem. What's for lunch?"

"For lunch, we have salad, beef stew, and bread as our main course."

"The takeout order I received is the same as ours, right?"

As soon as she got to her room in the morning, Xue Jiuyue told Ke Yike that she had taken a long takeout order, responsible for three meals a day. She just wanted to eat the same food as everyone else in the store, and she wouldn't use the takeout platform. The deliveryman had also agreed to pick it up at a fixed time.

"Yes."

Xue Jiuyue hesitated for a moment, "Can you teach me how to do it?"

"Ahem..." Ke Yike coughed unexpectedly, "Sister Yue, please stop stealing my job. Are you going to fire me?"

"Not only will I not expel you, I'll even give you tuition! I just want to try it myself."

"It's OK, but it's tiring. I mean, if you really try it, it'll be hard."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid."

"Then I'd be delighted." Ke Yike's narrow eyes lit up with anticipation. The kitchen wasn't big, and being able to twirl and dance with the goddess here would be the most wonderful ballroom dance. That enchanting scene was probably the dream of every chef in the world.

"However, I am afraid of fire. So when it comes to cooking over a high flame, I need to slowly get used to it."

"Well, you really don't like fire and water. I'll try to use ovens and steamers instead, and avoid open flames. I'll handle the fire."

"Thank you, ahem."

Whether it was because of the saying "a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen" or because she was afraid of fire, Xue Jiuyue stayed away from the kitchen. Therefore, cooking remained only a theory for her, never a practical one. Despite Ke Yike's patient guidance, she was still overwhelmed by the busy schedule.

Fortunately, although Xue Jiuyue didn't do the cooking herself, she insisted on quantitative management in the kitchen, with all main and side ingredients accurately measured to the gram, eliminating vague concepts like "a pinch" or "half a spoonful." Therefore, it was relatively easy for a complete novice like Xue Jiuyue to get started, and she could easily follow the instructions. At the very least, she wouldn't end up with inedible food.

But Xue Jiuyue was not satisfied. "Ahem, dinner should be more substantial. I also want to learn how to make the pork chop and minced meat noodles."

"Sister Yue, you must study seriously."

"Am I kidding?"

"Then I will teach you everything I know!"