【24】The Years Are Quiet and Good
"No, I've already made an agreement with them. They're short-staffed. If I don't go at the last minute, they won't want me next time."
Although he rejected Su Xueer, he did not refuse with his hand and accepted the three copper coins.
Su Xueer widened her eyes, opened her hands, and stopped Qianyu tightly. She said angrily: "Help me light the fire. I am alone and I have to look up and down. It's too late."
"Get out of the way." Qianyu frowned slightly and stretched out her hand to try to push Su Xueer away. "Others are still waiting for me."
Su Xueer glanced at Qianyu, put her hands on her hips, and said sarcastically: "You are so professional even though you carry a big bag?"
Qianyu raised her chin, looking stubborn, "Of course not, this is the principle of life."
What principles or not, the main thing is that I don’t want to help Su Xueer.
"Stay and make the fire." Chi Rui's voice sounded behind Qianyu, his tone cold and commanding.
"Ah!" Qianyu Rogue lowered his head.
The same thing: no matter how many words she says, they cannot defeat Chi Rui’s one word.
Well, Chi Rui was on her side, and she was very happy.
Su Xueer's mouth curled up proudly.
She washed the lard and poured it all into the pot.
She instructed Qianyu, who was burning the fire behind the stove, "Qianyu, use a strong fire first. When the water dries up and the oil starts to come out, lower the fire a little."
"I understand." Qianyu was not very convinced by Su Xueer's bossing him around.
Reluctantly licking the firewood inside, the fire burned brighter and brighter.
After a while, the lard began to produce oil and make popping sounds in the pan.
"Okay, turn down the fire." Su Xueer shouted anxiously.
Qianyu didn't listen to him and kept adding firewood.
The fire burned more and more fiercely, and the oil pan was smoking.
Su Xueer kept coughing and tears kept flowing down. She cursed: "Cough cough cough, Qianyu, did you do this on purpose? This pot of oil is burnt, and we will have no oil to eat in the future."
Su Xueer cursed and wiped her tears.
Qianyu felt a little happy in her heart, "Okay, okay, a little bit more."
Chi Rui wheeled his wheelchair to the side of the small kitchen and asked, "How can I help?"
His face was calm, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes.
"The firewood is almost gone, go chop some." Su Xueer said casually.
Qian Yu stood up, eyes wide open, face flushed and neck thick, and asked loudly: "How dare you ask our young master to chop wood?"
"What's wrong with chopping wood? Shouldn't he make a contribution to this family?" Su Xueer asked back with a firm look in her eyes.
"The young master has difficulty with his legs." Qian Yu turned and looked at Chi Rui, looking protective of his child, "I'll go and chop it."
After saying that, he stood up and prepared to chop wood.
"You chop wood with your hands, not your legs." Su Xue'er held Qian Yu down, "You are not allowed to go. Keep watching the fire."
Qianyu's face was filled with shock, what a bold and vicious woman.
Turning to look at Chi Rui, Chi Rui actually smiled slightly and said, "Okay, I'll go chop wood."
After saying that, he turned his wheelchair and went to the wooden block where Qianyu was chopping firewood.
He picked up a thick piece of firewood and placed it on top, then chopped it down with an axe, splitting the firewood in two.
Su Xueer smiled and said, “No, I need to chop it again, it’s too thick.”
"Okay." Chi Rui picked up the firewood and gave it two axes. He looked up at Su Xueer and asked, "Is this okay?"
"Well, not bad, it's fine, give it to me." Su Xueer smiled brightly and nodded with satisfaction.
On this point, Su Xueer could still empathize with Chi Rui.
She understands him.
She knew very well that he didn't want to be treated as a useless person.
After Chi Rui chopped the firewood, he placed it on his legs, then turned the wheelchair, moved it behind the stove, and gave it to Qianyu.
Then he looked at Su Xueer with anticipation.
Su Xueer thought for a moment, took out two jars, and handed them to Chi Rui: "Brush these two jars, and then wipe out the water inside. When the lard is ready, put it in."
Chi Rui nodded, put the two jars on his legs, turned his wheelchair to the well, and started to draw water and wash the jars.
Qianyu: "You are so majestic?"
It seems that she has the final say in this family?
Su Xueer smiled and said, "Hurry up and light the fire, and make it smaller."
Qian Yu frowned and looked at Chi Rui, wanting him to side with her. She cried out aggrievedly, "Young Master."
Chi Rui: "Make a good fire."
Qianyu: "..."
Qianyu sighed helplessly and continued to light the fire. While fiddling with the firewood, he muttered softly, "It's the other way around, it's the other way around."
Su Xueer was concentrating on watching the lard in the pot, and from time to time she instructed Qianyu to adjust the heat.
Chi Rui scrubbed the jars diligently, his eyes focused and steady. His movements were unskillful, but he applied them with exceptional care. The well water flowed over the jars, washing away the dust and, seemingly, the haze within him.
After a while, Chi Rui cleaned the two jars. He turned the wheelchair again and brought the jars to Su Xueer.
Su Xueer nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, very clean."
A faint smile appeared on Chi Rui's face, and there seemed to be a hint of satisfaction in that smile.
The lard continued to roll in the pot, and the aroma gradually spread.
Su Xueer's face was filled with a sense of accomplishment, as if she saw the delicious dishes cooked with the lard.
Although Qianyu was still a little unconvinced, she had to admit that Amelia Su was indeed good in the kitchen.
After the lard was cooked, Su Xueer carefully poured the lard into the jar.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the fruits of her labor, her heart filled with joy.
Maybe, this is the little beauty in life.
The years are quiet and good.
If only it could continue like this.
She turned and glanced at the unconscious man in the room.
The gears of fate have started to turn.
It won't change or stay because of anything.
She knew very well that the seriously ill and unconscious man would break the peace when he woke up.
Although she didn't know his identity now, she was sure that there was definitely a great relationship between Chi Rui and this person.
But Chi Rui never said anything and the book never mentioned it, so she couldn't conclude anything.
After the lard was cooked, Qianyu went to chop firewood.
He needs to prepare more, otherwise, it will be useless next time and that woman will order his son to chop her up again.
Su Xueer knew what he was thinking, smiled and shook her head, a true mother's bodyguard.
"Sanlang, let's make a cotton-padded jacket together. You teach me the stitches." Su Xueer moved the frame back to the yard.
Chi Rui nodded and said, "Okay."
The weather was nice today, so I made a cotton-padded jacket while basking in the sun.
Chi Rui and Su Xueer were making cotton-padded jackets around the frame, while Qianyu was chopping firewood not far away.
The aroma of lard filled the entire yard, and a warm atmosphere permeated every corner of the yard.
A voice broke the warmth of the moment.
"Brother Rui." The voice was so sweet that it was almost cloying.
The heroine of the story comes.
The three of them looked up and saw Zhao Yueru wearing a light blue silk dress, with a graceful figure and a rosy face, walking into the yard with a slight smile.
Su Xueer: Oh, Xiao Bailian is here.
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