"Then his body..." Du Heng pressed on.
Jiang Wanqing sensed less concern than curiosity in his tone, which made her uncomfortable, and she immediately frowned.
"I'm following the doctor's orders for treatment, what's wrong?"
"Ah, no, I was just concerned about Commander Cheng. After all, he did it to save my brother... Anyway, I hope he's alright, but I also feel sorry for you, Comrade Jiang."
"I don't need you to feel sorry for me. If there's nothing else, hurry up and leave. With such an important cooperation task in hand, Comrade Du, don't you want to put it into practice as soon as possible?"
Jiang Wanqing seemed to be telling him to leave. Du Heng opened his mouth, but dared not say anything more, lest he anger her. So he had no choice but to give up and leave.
See you next time.
Watching his departing figure, Jiang Wanqing's brows remained furrowed for a long time. To be honest, she felt a little offended.
She wanted to see which of the two teams, Jiangnan and Beixin, would perform better and better in this collaborative mission, meeting her expectations. If Yang Chang's team passed, she thought the focus of future collaborations could shift. Du Heng was a really strange person to her.
She always trusted her intuition; what a person's subconscious reveals cannot be concealed, no matter how nice their words are.
After leaving the meeting place, she didn't rush home. Cheng Ran had now returned to work, and only her parents were at home. If she went back early, she would inevitably be staring at them, which would be awkward, but she was afraid that they might quarrel over a single word. Therefore, she wanted to do some things in advance.
Since she has decided that cooperation with other factories is only a temporary measure and that the future development will focus on her own blueprint, she needs to start looking for a good location, making plans, and preparing to set up a factory in the southwest.
That's what she thought, and that's what she did, but not as Jiang Wanqing. Instead, she just gave herself a pseudonym to avoid being watched by others.
The southwest region is mountainous, making it difficult to build a contiguous industrial area on the plains. However, it also has advantages: fewer competitors, fewer people will know about the process from planning to production to market launch, which can avoid some unforeseen human factors. Moreover, if done well, it can be developed and clustered in the central urban area, giving back to the region.
Jiang Wanqing spent half a day learning about the surrounding area.
The first day wasn't very fruitful. She timed it perfectly, and just as Cheng Ran was about to get off work, she leisurely went home. On the way, she bought some of her favorite dishes. She was already worried that Cheng's mother might suddenly come up with a brilliant cooking idea, so she felt more at ease cooking by herself.
When they got home, Cheng's father was cleaning the yard. He had swept up a pile of fallen leaves and cleaned up the dirt in the corner. Cheng's mother was busy in the kitchen.
As she walked in, she greeted him, "Dad, I'm home."
"You're back. Get some rest and get ready for dinner. Cheng Ran should be back soon too."
"I'm going to the kitchen to help with the cooking."
She carried the groceries into the kitchen and saw Cheng's mother preparing the chicken she had just killed, chopping it into pieces and about to put it in the pot. She quickly went over and took the spatula from her.
"Mom, let me do it, you go and rest."
"No, no, no, I'll do it, I'll make soup for Cheng Ran, I'm good at it."
"Cheng Ran said yesterday that he wanted to try my cooking today, so let me do it."
Jiang Wanqing forcefully took the spatula from Cheng's mother's hand, looked at the chicken that had just been put into the pot, and breathed a slight sigh of relief. At this point, they shouldn't have tampered with it yet. Fortunately, she made it in time.
"Then I'll pick the vegetables."
Cheng's mother pouted resentfully, feeling very uncomfortable being disliked. She prepared vegetables while watching Jiang Wanqing stew chicken soup.
Seeing that she had forgotten to put the ingredients in, I quickly grabbed her hand and exclaimed, "Oh dear!"
"I put in too much, I put in too much. Do you even know how to stew it? Let me do it. Cheng Ran comes home from work all day and doesn't get a hot meal. It's bad for his health."
Jiang Wanqing withdrew her hand and smiled, "Yes, Mom, your chicken soup making skills are top-notch. Last time Cheng Ran ate your chicken soup, he got a fever that night. The warmth lasted quite a while. Did you add any other ingredients? Why don't you teach me? If I learn, I can make soup for you and Dad in the future, how about that?"
Her sudden counterattack left Cheng's mother speechless, unsure whether she knew something or was simply being sarcastic.
The key was that Jiang Wanqing's eyes were incredibly innocent and pure, and Cheng's mother hesitated to speak, suppressing her grievances.
"Do whatever you want, I won't say anything, lest you two complain about me later. You can cook it yourself."
Unable to win an argument, Jiang Wanqing chuckled and continued cooking.
When she had only one dish left, Cheng Ran returned, casually greeted his parents, and headed straight for Jiang Wanqing.
Without even taking a break, he took over the work she was doing.
"I'll take care of it, you go and rest."
While Cheng's mother was watching from outside, Jiang Wanqing caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of her eye. She had originally intended to finish cooking the meal herself, but not wanting the person outside to be smug, she naturally handed the kitchen utensils to Cheng Ran.
"Okay, I'm tired right now. I'll go sit down for a bit. I'll eat when you're done cooking and have it on the table."
"Okay, go ahead." Cheng Ran smiled, helped her take off her apron, and then tied it on himself.
Cheng's mother also witnessed this scene, clapped her hands and stamped her feet, and anxiously walked up to the two of them.
"What are you doing? What are you doing! Didn't you say Cheng Ran wanted to try your cooking? Why are you dumping the work on him? So you're just making excuses!"
Cheng's mother pointed at Jiang Wanqing, her face full of resentment.
"I'd like to try Cheng Ran's cooking too, is that not allowed?"
"You...do you even know he just finished a long day at work? Can't you let him take a break? What kind of wife are you?!"
Jiang Wanqing scooped up a spoonful of water, rinsed her hands, and the water droplets splashed onto Cheng's mother.
"Ouch……"
"I'm willing, he's willing, but you're not willing, it doesn't matter!"
The more you try to reason with her, the more likely you are to argue. So Jiang Wanqing is too lazy to persuade her with reason and just resorts to verbal attacks and direct confrontation, which makes Cheng's mother's face turn pale with anger.
Cheng Ran, already adept at flipping the wok, casually gave a perfunctory reply.
“Mom, Wanqing is right. I want to eat her cooking, and she does. She wants to eat my cooking, and of course I do too. Would you and Dad really argue about something like this?”
"That's different. Back then..."
"Stop with your nonsense, get out!"
As the saying goes, "A son is no longer under his mother's control once he grows up." Despite gritting her teeth, Cheng's mother could not get Cheng Ran to do as she wished. Four dishes and a soup were served ten minutes later.
Jiang Wanqing deliberately served Cheng's mother another bowl of chicken soup, along with a chicken butt and some chicken bones.
"Mom, please eat more. Cheng Ran and I drank all the chicken soup last time, so I'm making it up to you this time. Don't waste it, and please try my cooking too."
Cheng's mother stared at the soup in front of her, but dared not take a bite. She stammered and asked Jiang Wanqing a question.
"You...you didn't do anything wrong, did you?"
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