Wen Jiaojiao can't draw, doesn't understand design, and even finds that her taste doesn't conform to the aesthetics of this era.

Take, for example, the beaded slippers. They seemed ugly and old-fashioned, but I learned from Xu Cuifen that...

The shoes I'm wearing today are worth more than a good pair of leather shoes; they're a style that has remained popular for the past few years.

And she clearly thought the sandals and shorts she wore after time-traveling were very nice.

But Xu Cuifen complained yesterday about how much she must have suffered outside to wear something that no one would want if it were lost.

The key issue is that she hadn't paid attention to the fashion styles of the 80s and 90s, and didn't know what would be popular next.

She sighed inwardly and said:

"Alright, anyway, it's my idea that I gave you. If it sells well, I'll just consider it repayment for the money I took from you."

Seeing her downcast mood, Wen Zhaoye was about to offer some words of comfort when he suddenly realized that doing so would only make her think there was a possibility between them, and Xu Cuifen would also take advantage of the situation.

He changed his tone and said irritably:

"You think that money is so easy to pay back? What a pipe dream! When my factory opens, if you dare not pay back the debt, I'll break your legs."

“You…” Wen Jiaojiao’s face turned ugly, her fingertips trembled with anger, and she regretted speaking up for him.

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Cuifen came out with the dishes, giving Wen Zhaoye a resentful glare, but cheerfully added to maintain appearances:

"Dinner's ready, dinner's ready. Jiaojiao, go and bring the rice and dishes from the stove to your dad."

Wen Jiaojiao glared at him with wide eyes, then turned and went into the kitchen. After serving the food to Wen Xiaojian, she stood beside him and said, pretending to be serious:

"Dad, Mom's cooking is terrible, unlike my brother's, which is really delicious. It breaks my heart to see you eating this awful food every day."

Wen Xiaojian glanced at Wen Zhaoye's dark face. He knew perfectly well what Wen Zhaoye's skills were, but he couldn't care less about that and quickly coaxed him:

"Then Jiaojiao, how about your brother cooks the meals from now on?"

“Okay. Now that Dad said that, I think Dad’s standard of living will definitely improve in the future. That’s what I’m thinking.”

Wen Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes sparkled as she chuckled softly, "Guess what? My heart doesn't hurt anymore."

Her funny antics made Wen Xiaojian burst into laughter, and Wen Zhaoye didn't know whether to be angry or amused.

He sat on a small stool, picked up his chopsticks, and was about to pick up some food when he suddenly noticed that each dish on the table was piled high with vegetables mixed with three or four slices of meat.

The amount of oil was even less than the amount of water he used to wash the pot after cooking the cured pork ribs and emptying the slop bucket.

Xu Cuifen was still heartbroken after she finished shaving, so she shaved off most of it again.

After cooking, I still felt it was a bit too much, so I filled another bowl and hid it in a basket hanging under the roof, intending to give it to Wen Jiaojiao later.

She looked at Wen Zhaoye's frozen movements and called out:

"Zhaoye, Xiaofang, eat up! In this hot summer, eat more vegetables to cool down. This salted fish and cured meat are too heaty, so your aunt didn't dare to put too much in."

Zhang Xiaofang's family was one of the poorest in the village; they usually ate sweet potatoes and potatoes as their staple food.

The vegetables were basically boiled and tasted like pig feed. Now, looking at the meat and fluffy white rice in each dish...

She swallowed, then hesitated to actually eat it. She picked up her chopsticks and carefully picked up the vegetables closest to the meat, trying to get some of the meat flavor. She then shoveled rice into her mouth and said:

"Thank you, Auntie."

Wen Jiaojiao dislikes pickled meats, especially when they're stir-fried with vegetables; they look so watery and unappetizing.

She picked up her chopsticks and held her bowl, saying, "Can someone help me divide the food? I can't finish it all."

Xu Cuifen couldn't stand it anymore and pushed her bowl back, saying:

"Oh dear, my daughter has become so thin. She needs to eat more!"

Wen Jiaojiao sat on a small stool, put down her chopsticks, and pointed to her chest, waist, and buttocks, saying:

"My God, my God, my God, with these proportions, I'd be a clothes hanger anywhere. You simply can't find another person as perfect as me. If you eat too much, your proportions won't be as standard."

The two were confused and looked at each other with suspicion, but Wen Zhaoye, who worked in the clothing industry, knew that he was referring to bust, waist, and hip measurements.

He was startled by her bold actions, his handsome face quickly turning red. He clenched his fist to his lips, turned his head, and coughed out:

"Cough cough~"

"Alright, it looks like my brother called out because he wants more rice." Wen Jiaojiao quickly scooped half the rice out of his bowl and gave it to him, then continued:

"But then again, with that small frame, tsk, he needs to train."

Her "tsk" was rather intriguing, and Wen Zhaoye couldn't immediately figure out what she was referring to.

He glanced down at his flat stomach, narrow waist, and long legs.

Unable to pinpoint the problem, my mind began to drift towards the indescribable realm of words:

Is she implying that she's flirting with me?

Are you lusting after my body?

Yes, yesterday when I was lying in bed, it was so eager to climb onto my bed, I guess it was thinking about me.

That's really going too far.

The more he thought about it, the redder his face became. While eating, he would casually steal glances at her a few times. Wen Jiaojiao, unaware of his thoughts, raised her hand to fan herself.

"It's so hot today, isn't there anything refreshing and cool?"

Zhang Xiaofang: "Occasionally, people from the county town will come to the village on bicycles to sell popsicles."

Wen Jiaojiao leaned closer to the man beside her, smiling sweetly as she said:

"Brother, aren't you going to the county town this afternoon? Take me with you, I'll be your model and show you the clothes I'm wearing. In return, you can buy me an ice pop."

A sweet, light fragrance, like a blend of citrus and rose, wafted into Wen Zhaoye's nostrils. He subconsciously looked up, his dark eyes reflecting the delicate face so close to his.

His heart skipped a beat. Noticing Xu Cuifen's secretly pleased gaze on him, he suppressed his pounding heart and said:

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