Wu Ying sat by the door, glancing at Wen Zhaoye every now and then. A moment later, she saw him ride off on a motorcycle with Wen Jiaojiao in tow.

She was afraid he might have gone out and wouldn't come back, and that the wheat harvest would be wasted that day, so she hurried to the yard and greeted him:

"Zhaoye, where are you going?"

Wen Zhaoye glanced at her, ignoring the shy Cai Mengning, and replied casually:

"Go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some things."

Wu Ying couldn't help but urge him on:

"Oh, then go early and come back early, the girls are waiting for you."

Wen Zhaoye nodded, and the motorcycle carried the two of them towards the nearest supply and marketing cooperative.

As Wu Ying watched the two figures disappear at the intersection, she laughed and said, "I bet they've taken a fancy to something and are going to buy it for Mengning."

Cai Mengning's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers as she said:

"How could that be? They might just be buying some things for home use."

Wu Ying glared at her playfully, then pointed out with a smile:

"Who doesn't bring food when going on a blind date? But his family has more pastries and fruits than they can finish."

He was just feeding the pigs when he glanced back at you, and immediately wanted to take Jiaojiao to the supply and marketing cooperative. He probably wanted to broaden her horizons and let her pick out some food and supplies for girls.

Cai Liang had caught a glimpse of Wen Jiaojiao when Wen Zhaoye rode past on his bicycle. Although he knew her reputation wasn't great, she seemed exceptionally beautiful, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Big sister, could you ask him about his stepsister another day and see if she could be a matchmaker for my brother's son?"

Wu Ying thought for a moment and said, "Isn't your brother's family just one person with a bad leg who isn't married yet?"

Cai Liang took a drag of his cigarette and said:

"Him? I don't think this girl will be easy to marry off, and Xiao Bei is also anxious to find a wife."

I'll go home and talk to him, and try to get him to reluctantly agree. It'll make our families even closer, won't it?

Wu Ying frowned, her thick, dark eyebrows furrowing. Remembering Xu Cuifen's character, she felt a chill of fear and advised:

"Then you should probably give up. Her mother still thinks her daughter can become an official's wife."

Last time, my neighbor, Aunt Pang, told me that she mentioned Wang Ermazi from Xiaowang Village, saying that Xu Cuifen's face at the time looked like she wanted to eat her alive.

Cai Liang hadn't given up on the idea; after all, he knew Wang Ermazi and genuinely felt that Wen Jiaojiao had been wronged.

But Cai Bei was different. Apart from being a bit short, poor, and having a limp, there was nothing wrong with him.

He sat on a small stool, exhaled a smoke ring, and pondered in his eyes:

Later, or else, I'll ask that girl or her brother myself.

Wen Jiaojiao sat on the motorcycle, with a bulging fertilizer bag strapped to the back bar.

She entered the supply and marketing cooperative, first tentatively and cautiously asking for two items, then seeing that Wen Zhaoye was always willing to grant her requests...

Even if they don't have a ticket, they will still go out of their way to get one by paying a high price, thinking that it must be to thank her. This makes them bolder and they end up buying a whole bag of things without realizing it.

She licked the popsicle, the coolness spreading through her body, and said with a delighted expression:

"Brother, let's get along like this from now on. I'll put in a good word for you with Dad, and you can take me shopping every day when you're home, okay?"

This clingy person still wants to spend time alone with me every day.

Wen Zhaoye's eyes crinkled with amusement as he gazed at the muddy road ahead, his voice uncontrollably tinged with arrogance as he said:

"That depends on your performance. If you can maintain this personality, it's not a bad thing."

Great, I've found a long-term meal ticket.

Wen Jiaojiao was happily sucking on her popsicle when suddenly the motorcycle jolted, and she instinctively wrapped one arm around his strong, narrow waist.

Noticing the tightening around his waist, Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed red. He glanced down at her slender, fair arms and said in an unnatural tone:

"Be mindful of your public image when you're out in public."

Wen Jiaojiao let go of his hand, and the popsicle dripped down her arm in a line. She quickly ate it, not taking his words to heart at all, and naturally didn't have time to reply.

Wen Zhaoye waited a long time for her to speak, then glanced back at her, his expression unreadable, and muttered to himself, "..."

Could it be that she got angry because she wouldn't let me hold her? She's quite difficult to please.

After a long pause, he sighed and couldn't help but explain aloud:

"Don't be fooled by those city riders who hold onto the back of the person in front of them while riding on the back of a bicycle; it's not that open-minded in the countryside."

Even the slightest imperfection will draw criticism and nitpicking from the elderly.

Wen Jiaojiao pursed her lips, failing to grasp the meaning behind his words, and misunderstood:

"Just say it directly, you're afraid I'll ruin your reputation."

"No. I didn't mean you have a bad reputation," Wen Zhaoye said hastily, realizing she had misunderstood.

Wen Jiaojiao tossed down the popsicle stick, deliberately moved back a bit to create distance, and replied irritably:

That's exactly what it means.

Wen Zhaoye sensed her anger and compromised:

"Okay, okay, you can hug me, I won't say anything more."

Just then, the motorcycle entered the alleyway, and Wu Ying waved from afar:

"You're back, Akino."

Seeing that they hadn't returned for a long time, she was afraid that something might have happened on the way and they wouldn't be able to come back, shattering her son's dream of becoming the director. So she kept pacing back and forth at the entrance of the alley, waiting.

The three Cai sisters quickly stood up from their small stools and secretly glanced at Wen Zhaoye as he rode past on his bicycle.

"Hmm." Wen Zhaoye gave up on trying to persuade Wen Jiaojiao and replied in a faint voice.

He parked the car in front of his house, unloaded his things, picked out Wen Jiaojiao's things and took them back inside, and divided the remaining things into two portions.

Wen Jiaojiao sat in front of the vanity, fiddling with the skincare and makeup products she had just bought, and called out towards the door:

"Brother, wait for me a minute, I need to put on my makeup first."

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