Jiang Moli hesitated for a moment, but An Jingfeng had already taken Zhenzhen away without saying a word.

Someone came out of the break room inside the convenience store and said to Jiang Moli, "Your shift has ended, you can go home now."

We can go back together.

Jiang Moli felt that things were just too coincidental. She tidied up her things a little, draped a blanket over Zhenzhen, and walked shoulder to shoulder with An Jingfeng toward the door.

A colleague's voice came from behind Jiang Moli, "Moli, is this your husband?"

Before Jiang Moli could react, her colleague continued, "I never expected your husband to be so handsome."

Jiang Moli took a part-time job at the convenience store to make it easier to take care of Zhenzhen. During the day, she had already found a job as an accountant in a company. The job was not complicated and the salary was not high, but it helped with social security contributions.

When HR helped her with her onboarding, they were surprised to find that she had never paid into the social security fund. These days, there are many housewives without jobs, but very few like Jiang Moli who don't pay into the fund themselves.

Jiang Moli's face was flushed as she finished the onboarding process and sat down at her seat. She took a deep breath, determined to work hard from this moment on, for herself and for Zhenzhen.

She works part-time at a convenience store. Because she is usually quiet and doesn't communicate much with her colleagues, her relationships with them aren't very good. Today, her colleague spoke with a hint of bitterness.

Before Jiang Moli could speak, An Jingfeng retorted rudely, "What's wrong? Are you so envious? Doesn't your husband have any style?"

The woman was speechless for a moment after being choked by An Jingfeng's words, while An Jingfeng freed one hand and put it around Jiang Moli's waist.

Just as Jiang Moli was about to shake off the hand on her waist, she heard An Jingfeng say in her ear, "Don't move. When I came to buy cigarettes earlier, I noticed this woman seemed uncomfortable. Consider it helping me vent my anger."

Jiang Moli remained silent for a while without saying a word or resisting, while An Jingfeng wrapped one arm around her waist.

An Jingfeng's promise to help him get revenge was clearly a lie. He must have noticed that the other classmate often bullied her. She didn't fight back, but she had her own plans. This convenience store was open 24 hours a day, and on weekends, she was always on duty all night. Drunkards or thugs often loitered at the entrance.

An Jingfeng does look quite strong and powerful, so it would be good to give her some momentum.

As for An Jingfeng's strength, whether it was just an appearance or a fact, she knew very well that this man's appearance was absolutely proportional to his strength.

An Jingfeng was a gentleman. When he saw Jiang Moli open the door, he didn't barge in directly. Instead, he asked her for permission and, after receiving her consent, carried Zhenzhen inside.

Although both were rented houses, the man and woman decorated their rooms completely differently. Compared to Jiang Moli's place, his place was practically a pigsty.

After gently placing Zhenzhen on the bed and pulling the blanket over her, An Jingfeng quietly left the room.

Feeling embarrassed, Jiang Moli politely said to him, "Mr. An, would you like some porridge before you leave? I've already cooked some in the pot."

She thought An Jingfeng would refuse, but to her surprise, An Jingfeng nodded without hesitation, "Okay."

Jiang Moli paused for a moment before going to the kitchen to get some porridge. When she came out of the kitchen, she was carrying a bowl of porridge in one hand and a plate of side dishes in the other.

She made those side dishes herself. Before she married Zheng Heping, she was in charge of all the housework, from laundry to cooking. After marrying Zheng Heping and becoming a full-time housewife, she honed her culinary skills to perfection.

Zheng Heping often had to socialize outside and would often come home drunk. To make him feel better the next day, she would cook a pot of porridge over a low flame every day and make some appetizers herself.

Plain congee with side dishes, though simple, is very appetizing.

If Zheng Heping had to pinpoint one thing he was most satisfied with about Jiang Moli, it would undoubtedly be the porridge she cooked and the pickled vegetables she made herself.

The side dishes, in particular, have a refreshing and crisp quality that you can't buy no matter how much money you spend in the market.

Although Jiang Moli has moved away from the Zheng family, she still needs to think carefully about how she and Zheng Heping should proceed. However, the steps and ingredients for making the side dishes have not changed. They are still made according to Zheng Heping's preferred taste. She wonders if An Jingfeng will like them.

She placed the porridge and side dishes in front of An Jingfeng, and said somewhat reservedly, "It's quite simple, just make do with it."

An Jingfeng picked up his chopsticks and ate heartily without any disgust. From his expression and the speed at which he drank the porridge, it was clear that he was very satisfied with both the porridge and the side dishes that Jiang Moli had cooked.

He finished his bowl of porridge quickly, and Jiang Moli thought he was about to leave. Unexpectedly, he held up the empty bowl and asked her, "Can I have another bowl?"

Jiang Moli was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly, "Of course."

Jiang Moli went to the kitchen to serve porridge. An Jingfeng watched her back and couldn't help but sigh. This woman, who could sew clothes and cook, was simply too virtuous.

Her husband's eyes must not be filled with eyes, but with rat droppings, otherwise why would he not want such a virtuous wife?

Hearing the clattering of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, An Jingfeng recalled something from long ago. Back then, he had drunk too much and was discussing his requirements for his future wife with a few other men.

Some said they wanted someone beautiful, some said they wanted someone with a good figure, and some said they wanted someone from a wealthy family. When it was An Jingfeng's turn, he thought for a moment and then said one requirement: "virtuous and capable."

Indeed, his requirements for his future wife can be summed up in two words: "virtuous and capable".

When he was very young, he heard his father say that one should marry a virtuous wife. Deeply influenced by his father, and given that his mother was indeed virtuous, he increasingly wanted to find a virtuous wife.

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