Lin Dandan and Lin Pingping did not go over, muttering angrily: "Same braid, but she insisted on combing it loosely and dressing up like a fairy!"

Lin Pingping also said: "That's right, it takes a lot of soap to wash your hair when it's that thick!"

Cheng Nonuo also stared at Cheng Yaoyao.

Cheng Yaoyao tilted her head slightly, and the bright sunlight became gentle as it fell on her face, softly enveloping her entire body. Her porcelain-white skin was almost transparent, and her thick and curly eyelashes were clearly visible, as was her small and straight nose, her rosy lips, and even her hair was sparkling.

Cheng Nuonuo's cheek muscles twitched, and her eyes could not hide the malice and... greed. Her eyes moved down along Cheng Yaoyao's hand and landed on the kettle beside her. A pot of tea was placed on the ground so casually, and even the lid was not tightened.

Cheng Nonuo felt her throat burning with anger, and she spread out her palms to look around. She stole half a bowl of flower-nourishing water from Cheng Yaoyao's room, and after just a few days, she felt that the black, yellow, dry and cracked skin on her skin had improved a lot.

When the spiritual spring returns, everything will return to normal.

Cheng Nonuo lowered her eyes, the poison in her heart continued to ferment, and she quietly waited for the moment to explode.

Han Yin's fingers deftly shuttled through the hair. The hair in her hands was dark and soft. She soon braided it into a beautiful centipede braid with a sky blue ribbon tied at the end, fluttering like butterfly wings.

Cheng Yaoyao turned around and put her braid on her shoulder. The girls couldn't help but sigh in amazement again.

There is no young girl who doesn't like to dress up, but they are troubled by the lack of fashion magazines and beauty bloggers these days. Their judgment of beauty comes from their mothers' generation and the radio - the redder the clothes, the better, the more floral the better, the braids should be combed tightly and smoothly with water, and the blouses should be wide enough to hide the lines.

The appearance of Cheng Yaoyao directly broke and reshaped their aesthetic views.

Cheng Yaoyao is very beautiful, but she is not the kind of earth-mother girl in the movies - she is a model worker, strong and plump, with two healthy red cheeks. She has white skin and can show her graceful figure in any clothes. She is as delicate as a fox spirit. I heard that when she first came to the village, she wore a little dress every day to work in the fields.

Cheng Yaoyao rarely went out, and every time she went out, she would trigger a heated discussion among the girls in the village. They would repeatedly comment on Cheng Yaoyao's outfit from head to toe with great interest. If Cheng Yaoyao went out in a pink dress, all the girls in the village would wear pink after a while.

Before she could even get used to her new clothes, Cheng Yaoyao appeared in front of everyone again, wearing a dark grey woolen cardigan, which was a unique idea. The cold and hard colour set off her snowy red lips, making her look even more charming. The girls started looking for grey wool again, and some even tore apart their father's sweater and knitted it again. God knows it was just that Cheng Yaoyao was afraid of the cold, so he wore Xie Zhao's clothes.

A bold girl touched the ends of Cheng Yaoyao's hair and said, "Cheng Zhiqing, you look so beautiful with this braid!"

"You know how to do other things? Teach me two more! My mother always makes me braid my hair tightly, it's so ugly!"

Cheng Yaoyao smiled and said, "Yes, I know several. I'll make one for you."

The girl unbraided her hair. Girls these days all have long hair, but not as dark and thick as Cheng Yaoyao's. Cheng Yaoyao carefully looked at the girl's face shape and braided her hair into a Korean-style braid.

Seeing Cheng Yaoyao being so generous, the remaining girls who were still watching squeezed over and surrounded Cheng Yaoyao.

They didn't dare to touch Cheng Yaoyao's braid, but said enviously: "Cheng Zhiqing has so much hair, so black and dense, one braid of hers is almost as much as two of mine."

Cheng Yaoyao was braiding her hair earnestly, but before she could say anything, Han Yin said, "Yaoyao, your hair is really valuable! Last time, the old man at the recycling station offered eight yuan for it. Now that it's longer, it can definitely be sold for ten yuan!"

Zhang Xiaofeng pushed her, and the other girls were already screaming in surprise: "Eight yuan! Cheng Zhiqing, why don't you sell it? Last time I cut my braid to my waist, you only gave me three yuan and twenty cents!"

Han Yin was glared at by Zhang Xiaofeng. She knew she had said something wrong and quickly interrupted with a smile: "Our Yaoyao's hair is so beautiful, how could we bear to cut it."

"That's right, Cheng Zhiqing is not short of money." The other girls also said, "You look better with this hair, like a fairy."

Not far away, Liu Minxia suddenly raised her head, and her eyes behind her greasy bangs stared at Cheng Yaoyao's long hair without blinking. She clenched the letter in her hand into a ball. Her brother was getting married, and his sister-in-law's family wanted a betrothal gift of 88 yuan before they would issue a marriage certificate. She had no money. If this long hair grew on her head, she would have sold it long ago so that her brother could marry a wife and have more children for the family soon.

Her stomach rumbled again. Liu Minxia took out a handful of coarse tea from her pocket and secretly put it into her mouth to chew. It tasted bitter and astringent. She swallowed the tea leaves mixed with saliva without any expression.

Liu Minxia took a breath and held her stomach to relieve the intense hunger. She was really hungry. When she followed Cheng Yaoyao, she had eaten well for a long time, better than at home. But then Cheng Yaoyao got a new follower and kicked her away like a dog.

"I'm so hungry!" Cheng Yaoyao ran into the kitchen in a hurry.

The kitchen was filled with the smell of ginseng chicken soup. Cheng Yaoyao lifted the lid of the clay pot, and a light and tempting aroma came out. "This ginseng chicken soup smells so authentic! It's not snowing, why are we drinking ginseng chicken soup?"

Grandma Xie said, "Spring ploughing is very tiring. Zhao'er has become thinner due to fatigue. Give him some nourishment."

Cheng Yaoyao was puzzled. Xie Zhao still needed to be fed? She said again: "I'm hungry!"

Grandma Xie was wearing an apron and frying a dish of garlic sprouts. She said, "There's a bowl of cake in the cupboard. Your sister-in-law Lin Gui sent it. Eat some first. We'll have dinner when Zhao Ge'er comes back."

Cheng Yaoyao opened the cupboard. The old-style solid wood cupboard was divided into two layers by wooden boards. The lower layer was for bowls and chopsticks, and the upper layer was for dried goods such as rock sugar, candied dates, and white fungus, seven or eight cans of pickled vegetables and fermented bean curd, and a plate of cakes.

Cheng Yaoyao ate three in one go, and the cake was sweet with a hint of wine. "This cake is really delicious, but the rice wine is a little sour."

Grandma Xie smiled and said, "You are such a picky eater. Lin Gui's rice cakes are famous for being delicious."

Cheng Yaoyao poured a cup of hot tea and drank it down, then he felt less hungry. He picked up another bowl of cake and went to Grandma Xie, chewing it intermittently: "I can make it too! When Zhao Ge'er is done with his work and Xiao Fei is on vacation, I will make it for you guys."

"You called Zhao Ge'er again. If he hears you, he will pull your braid again."

"I didn't shout in front of him. Grandma, you are not allowed to tell tales."

"Go, go to the yard and see if there's any chicken food left. You always talk back to me."

"No, I'm staying with you. Am I bothered? No!"

Xie Zhao just walked in and heard Cheng Yaoyao's coquettish voice pestering Grandma Xie in the kitchen. The familiar aroma of food spreads in the yard, and the little fat cat and the little white cat sleep on the mat. Everything is peaceful and homely.

Xie Zhao's lips curled up slightly, and all the tiredness of the day disappeared.

Xie Zhao took off his muddy shoes at the door and put down the hoe. The little white cat heard the noise, meowed, jumped up, and ran away from the backyard. Although the little white cat was willing to let Cheng Yaoyao approach, it was still particularly afraid of this tall human.

Seeing that the little white cat was scared away by Xie Zhao, Jian Jian howled in anger, rushed over to hug Xie Zhao's thigh and started to nip. He didn't even stretch out his sharp nails, but just nipped and sweared.

Xie Zhao acted as usual, and stubbornly walked to the kitchen door, glanced at Cheng Yaoyao, and said, "Grandma, sister."

Grandma Xie said happily: "Zhao'er is back, go wash your hands quickly, the meal will be ready soon."

Xie Zhao nodded, and Cheng Yaoyao followed him out and stuffed half a bowl of cake into his hand: "Here, eat it."

Xie Zhao felt sweet in his heart and got drunk before he even ate: "Sister, eat it yourself."

Cheng Yaoyao shook his head and said, "I'm full, I still have room for ginseng chicken soup."

Xie Zhao threw the bowl of cake into his mouth. It was not enough for him to swallow in one gulp. It was sweet and soft, with a faint peach blossom scent.

After washing his hands, Xie Zhao went back to the kitchen to eat, with Jianjian still hanging on his lap.

No matter how Grandma Xie and Cheng Yaoyao tried to coax it, it just clung to Xie Zhao's long legs with its four paws and refused to let go, with a stubborn look on its chubby face. It was like an old lady lying on the street trying to scam people, and it would not let go unless Xie Zhao gave it a girlfriend.

Grandma Xie said, "The name was bad when it was chosen. He is such a stubborn kid!"

As if to thank grandma on purpose, Jianjian said: "Yeah! Yeah!"

Grandma Xie burst out laughing.

Xie Zhao said: "It's okay, just leave it hanging."

"Yes, ignore it, let's eat chicken, don't be stubborn." Cheng Yaoyao drank a sip of the light and moist chicken soup, and sighed comfortably, "It tastes good."

Grandma Xie washed her hands, skillfully tore the boiled chicken into small pieces, put them in Cheng Yaoyao and Xie Zhao's bowls, and said, "Eat the meat while it's hot. The essence of ginseng is in the meat, which is very nourishing. When I was a child, my Korean aunt made ginseng chicken soup every winter, and the whole family loved it. I got a good body at that time, and I am not afraid of the cold even now that I am older! Yaoyao is afraid of the cold, you should eat more."

Ginseng chicken soup is made with three or four month old young chickens, which are cleaned and hollowed out, and then stuffed with glutinous rice, ginseng, ginkgo, garlic, astragalus, angelica, dates and other ingredients. After the chicken is sealed, it is placed in a clay pot and simmered over low heat.

Grandma Xie removed the chicken fat, and the stewed chicken soup was clear and white, with a few drops of fat floating in it, refreshing and delicious. Xie Zhao drank bowl after bowl, and was so happy that he was sweating all over.

Grandma Xie took out the whole chicken. The chicken was stewed very well but not loose. When it was gently torn, boiling gravy flowed out. Grandma Xie blew air while tearing the boiling meat into pieces, and kept putting them in Cheng Yaoyao and Xie Zhao's bowls, saying happily, "Eat quickly."

Cheng Yaoyao's cheeks were rosy from eating, like a blooming rose, and her lips were moist: "It's delicious. Grandma, why didn't you make it before? I want to eat it every day!"

Grandma Xie smiled and said, "Ginseng is expensive! This is what Zhao Ge'er brought me to make medicine for me. I have never been willing to eat it. Now that I am well again, it would be useless to leave it there, so I made some ginseng chicken soup for you."

Xie Zhao said, "If my sister likes it, I will bring back some ginseng tomorrow."

Grandma Xie said angrily: "You can't eat this ginseng chicken soup every day, be careful not to overdo it! Don't indulge her all the time!"

Before Grandma Xie finished her words, a hairy head popped out from her arms and cried in a baby voice, "Hmm! Hmm!"

"Hey, you stubborn guy, get off! Don't touch the chicken with your claws!" Grandma Xie raised her greasy hands and scolded the stubborn guy, "Get off now!"

Jianjian raised his chubby face to thank grandma for the food, then stretched his meaty paw onto the table, which was knocked open by Cheng Yaoyao with a chopstick.

It meowed stubbornly and licked its paws which were not stained with oil or water, looking greedy and pitiful.

Grandma Xie immediately stuffed a piece of chicken into Jianjian's mouth and said, "I'll give you a piece, okay? Ah, isn't it delicious?"

He bit the chicken firmly, tore it off with his tiny fangs, and ate it with a smacking sound, licking his lips with relish.

Cheng Yaoyao said angrily: "You are still stubborn as always!"

Before she finished speaking, a piece of chicken was stuffed into her mouth. Xie Zhao's narrow eyes reflected the lights, as if there were a vast galaxy: "I'm used to you."

"Hmph!" Cheng Yaoyao became proud now, chewing the meat in his mouth. It was smooth and tender, and it was chicken thigh meat.

This pot of ginseng chicken soup was very enjoyable. Cheng Yaoyao and Grandma Xie didn’t eat much, so Xie Zhao finished all the leftovers.

Grandma Xie laughed: "Zhao Ge'er ate so much that he even drank up all the soup. There was not a drop left!"

Cheng Yaoyao said: "He went out right after he finished eating. Is he holding on?"

Cheng Yaoyao knew it that night. Xie Zhao was not overfed, but overfed.