Jiang Ci, who is usually flamboyant, lost her temper at home for the first time, and the servants and housekeepers were terrified.
That was one of the few times they argued during their six-year marriage, excluding the last three months. They had a cold war for almost two months because he used his own misfortune to hurt her.
He once thought that if Jiang Ci became someone like him, growing up wild and untamed, she would definitely not be more outstanding than him.
What is she good at?
They lived a life of luxury, with loving parents, and were among the most privileged members of society.
She was waited on hand and foot, and with just a glance, people would flock to her for whatever she needed.
What can she do?
What can she do?
Even after falling from grace, the phoenix still held its chin high and straightened its back, accepting the precipitous decline in its quality of life.
She never complained about injustice. She shed her former glamorous image and learned to chop wood and cook in order to survive. She learned to make and wash clothes, and she could even go down to the mountains and cut down such a big snake without hesitation.
Once you set aside her identity and status, her diligence and wisdom will only make her live a better and better life.
He still vividly remembers the slap Jiang Ci gave him back then.
Twenty-four-year-old Zhou Mingli's sensitive and unresolved inner conflict has now been resolved.
Zhou Mingli's fingers trembled slightly, and he used almost all his reason to refrain from making any further moves.
His voice was extremely hoarse, "Jiang Ci, you are really amazing."
Jiang Ci was naturally delighted and stuffed the money into his hand, saying, "Do you even need to tell me? Hide the money well, I'm leaving now."
She hurriedly rode her bicycle to the cowshed to deliver food.
Zhou Mingli looked down at the sixty-three yuan, a smile playing on his lips, and obediently hid the money.
Zhou Mingli took out the lunch that Jiang Ci had brought for him.
One large meat bun, several cornbread buns, and half a braised pork belly.
He heated it up and was just sitting down in front of the stone stool to eat when Dazhu and Erzhu arrived.
Dazhu held a bowl of white noodles in his hand. "Uncle Zhou! These are noodles my mom made!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Dazhu smelled the aroma of meat.
Erzhu had already run over to Zhou Mingli's side, "Wow! Uncle Zhou! You're eating meat!"
Dazhu followed closely behind!
Zhou Mingli nodded reservedly and broke open the steamed bun.
The pork and mushroom bun, freshly heated, releases an incredibly irresistible aroma the moment you break it open.
Dazhu and Erzhu suddenly realized that their mother's noodles didn't taste as good anymore.
Zhou Mingli took a bite of the meat bun, turned to the two children and asked, "Does the big meat bun smell good?"
Da Zhu and Er Zhu's mouths were watering: "It smells delicious!"
Zhou Mingli: "Your Aunt Jiang bought it for me."
Dazhu and Erzhu: "Aunt Jiang is such a kind person!"
Zhou Mingli took another bite of the braised pork. "Is the braised pork delicious?"
Dazhu and Erzhu swallowed hard, "Delicious!!"
Zhou Mingli: "It was also bought for me by your Aunt Jiang."
Dazhu and Erzhu: "Aunt Jiang is so kind, so wonderful!!"
Zhou Mingli nodded in agreement, "I think so too."
Dazhu's eyes were glued to the braised pork, and he shamelessly asked, "Uncle, can we have a piece? My brother and I can share one."
Zhou Mingli smiled and said, "No."
His wife bought it for him, why should he give it to you two?
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