"If you can't make it work in the future, then get a divorce! These are your own business as young people, so don't have any reservations."
Zhang Cuizhi held her hand, as if giving instructions to a mother, and seemed to understand all her hardships from her perspective.
He Runqing's tears fell instantly, as she was naturally a slow and deliberate person.
Now she began to speak in a gentle voice: "Uncle, Aunt."
"Thank you all. I know my family has it tough, so I don't need the dowry or anything like that. I don't care about these things."
"Furthermore, marrying Chen Yifei would be good for both of us."
"And he's not a bad person."
When He Runqing said this, he spoke with determination and a strange trust in him.
Mr. and Mrs. Chen were both somewhat surprised.
I never expected that such a wonderful future daughter-in-law would actually have such a good impression of my son, who is completely useless.
As parents, they know exactly what their children are like.
That's when my personality changed in the last couple of days.
Otherwise, if you asked them what merits Chen Yifei had, they wouldn't be able to say a single word.
Chen Yifei already remembered that the young educated youth was hungry, so he quickly smiled and said, "Mom and Dad, please sit down."
"They just arrived and haven't even had a proper meal yet, why are you interrogating them like this?"
"Who would dare to come here again?"
"Let's eat first!"
Chen Jianguo felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders.
He was worried that if the educated youth didn't want to get married, they would report it or call the police, and then his son would be in trouble.
If they are taken in for ideological education, they will inevitably face imprisonment, which will affect generations of people.
Therefore, getting married is the best option. The thought of becoming a resentful couple after marriage is that you might never be able to stand each other for the rest of your lives.
Seeing this, the two elders felt that there was still hope for marital happiness.
Chen's mother served her porridge.
In those days, a bowl of rice was still a rare treat, so most families ate porridge, which was a larger portion.
He Runqing sat there, initially a little reserved, but Chen Xue and Chen Yifei kept serving her food, and Chen Shuang would place any extra food she had taken in front of her.
He Runqing felt very warm from these silent acts of care.
Chen Yifei, who was standing next to her, took good care of her.
And the reason she was able to come here and have a full meal was because of this man.
Chen Yifei ate very quickly, finishing his meal in no time.
Then he said, "I'm going to get my flour sorted out first."
Chen Xue exclaimed incredulously, "You're really going to set up a street stall and sell pancakes?"
Chen Yifei completely ignored what Chen Xue said.
Chen Yifei picked up his bag of flour.
Simply scoop out one pound of water, add six ounces of water, and then add a spoonful of salt—not too much.
Now you need to keep kneading it, kneading it into a long strip until it becomes elastic.
While Chen Yifei was concentrating, He Runqing came in, originally intending to ask him if there was anything he could help with.
He always expresses his gratitude when he brings her home for dinner.
Unexpectedly, the ground was a bit dark, and before I could see clearly, "thump," my hand sank into the half-sack of flour on the ground.
There was still a lot spilled on the ground; it definitely couldn't be eaten.
She was somewhat taken aback, her face filled with panic.
It’s over!
Chen Yifei turned around, and she dared not look him in the eye.
She remained kneeling, her voice barely audible as she sobbed, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. You, you can scold me!"
After saying this, she raised the rolling pin in her hand, her two braids hanging slightly in front of her chest, a little messy but with a beautiful curve.
At this moment, she seemed like a child who had done something wrong, as if she thought he would hit her...
Chen Yifei glanced at her and took the rolling pin. His mother must have asked her to bring it over.
He said, somewhat strangely:
Why would I scold you for something so trivial?
"Get up first and brush the flour off your clothes."
A lot of flour was still stuck to the white shirt. He Runqing unbuttoned a few buttons and patted it off from top to bottom, though she was annoyed that she had to wash her skirt and clothes again.
But he said with some regret and worry, "This flour... costs a lot of money."
"I'll give you the coupons." He said, taking something out of his pocket and pulling out a stack of flour coupons.
He handed it to Chen Yifei and said, "Here you go..."
Chen Yifei initially wanted to say no, what's the point of losing money? It's just some flour.
But when I saw these tickets, I was a little surprised: "How do you have so many?"
"Only ten?" she said, looking puzzled. "I don't really need them. You can have them all!"
Her things will eventually be his too.
Giving it now is fine.
Chen Yifei hadn't taken it yet.
He Runqing became a little nervous, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. Was he not going to accept the apology?
Then, when I looked up at him, I couldn't help but feel a little pitiful.
Chen Yifei: "..."
What he couldn't stand the most was He Runqing staring at him with that kind of look.
He did accept the flour coupons, saying, "I'll share the profits with you when we make money!"
"No, no need." She was naive and a little dazed. "My parents gave it to me when I went to the countryside, but I ate communal meals at the educated youth settlement. I would just eat whatever was available to fill my stomach while working during the day, so I had nowhere to use it."
She was somewhat pleased: "As long as you find it useful, that's fine."
What a silly girl.
However, Chen Yifei also felt sorry for her. She was clearly a wealthy heiress, yet she insisted on coming here to suffer.
But that makes sense. I heard in my past life that her mother's family was wealthy, but had a bad class background, and her father was supposedly quite powerful...
However, none of this has anything to do with Chen Yifei.
He mainly thought He Runqing was good.
Chen Yifei kneaded the dough without letting her touch it, mainly because kneading this kind of dough to develop its elasticity requires a lot of strength.
He Runqing didn't go out either. She placed her hands on the table, with both hands on her cheeks, as if she were supporting herself.
The moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her fair skin. It seemed to make her features appear even more defined and beautiful.
And then there's her smooth neck, and below that, the buttons are undone, making my gaze inexplicably want to explore further down.
They managed to retrieve it at that moment.
Looking again, her eyelashes trembled, as if she were sleepy. Her already beautiful eyes looked even more striking with her drowsy state, making her double eyelids appear even more pronounced.
Its head droops rhythmically, as if it has its own beat, is it dozing off?
Even Chen Yifei, who had lived a peaceful life in his previous existence, was somewhat unsettled at this moment. He told himself, "It's just helping out, a simple favor!"
He wiped the flour off his hands, rubbed them together to make sure they were warm, and then used his hand to support her cheek as she was about to fall.
And just like that, her soft little face touched his hand.
He Runqing shrank his neck, as if waking from a dream, and stood up straight!
I was truly charmed by this educated youth.
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