Perhaps with the passage of time, Xiao Bao's values will be properly guided.
Back home, Chae Rim vented her frustrations.
She blamed Jiang Yao for being beaten today, complaining that Jiang Yao hadn't helped her.
When Xiao Bao saw his mother's bloodshot eyes and distorted face, he hid in a corner in fear.
From afar, Jiang Yao saw Old Man Zhang repairing the courtyard gate.
Shen Zhiyao walked over happily and said, "Uncle Zhang, we've come to see you!"
[Shen Zhijie: Can you please stop talking so disgustingly? You're a man, you know?]
[Shen Zhiyao: Though I am born a man, my heart is that of a delicate woman.]
[Shen Zhijie: I suddenly felt a churning in my stomach, an irresistible force surging upwards.]
[Shen Zhiyao: Hold it in. Whether I let you throw up or not is up to me.]
Looking at the robust Shen Zhijie (Shen Zhiyao) in front of him, Old Zhang said, "You've come at the right time. Help me take this door down and install that other door instead."
As he spoke, he patted his lower back with his right hand and said, "Oh dear, I'm getting old! I can't do anything anymore!"
【Shen Zhiyao! ? ...
[Let me, a lady, dismantle the front door.]
[Shen Zhiyao looked at the gate before her, hesitant and uncertain. After all, she was a proper young lady… tears welled up.]
Jiang Yao secretly rejoiced as she watched Shen Zhiyao's tense expression and coaxed, "For the sake of the white-cut chicken, let's do our best!"
Shen Zhiyao's eyes lit up. "Yes, for the poached chicken."
Suddenly, his inner power exploded, and he unloaded everything in one go.
Look at that explosive power, perfect!
Jiang Yao took the things she brought to the kitchen and instructed Old Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, we brought three chickens and would like you to help us make them into poached chicken. I'll take two with me, and you can keep the last one for yourself. Don't let anyone find out."
Old Zhang waved his hand, indicating, "He doesn't want it. He's already halfway to the grave. You young people should keep it and eat it!"
"Uncle Zhang, just consider this as my tuition fee."
"I want to learn how to make poached chicken from you so I can have a livelihood once the natural disaster is over."
Seeing that she was sincere in wanting to learn, Old Zhang nodded in satisfaction and said, "Alright, come over tomorrow. Let's set up the door today."
Looking at the newly replaced door, Jiang Yao asked curiously, "Uncle Zhang, why did you replace the door when everything was fine?"
Shen Zhiyao (Shen Zhijie) was also curious as to why the door had been changed.
Old Zhang glanced around to make sure no one else was there, then covered his mouth and whispered, "Isn't there a shortage of supplies lately?"
Several households in the village have experienced more than just stolen items; the news hasn't spread yet, so please keep an eye out.
Shen Zhiyao (Shen Zhijie) then asked, "Is it about someone dividing into gangs?"
Old Zhang looked at the young man in front of him and said, "Yes, they said they robbed supplies and killed people..."
Does the government not want to get involved in this matter?
At night, Shen Zhiyao was recounting the interesting things that happened during the day, gesturing a few times when she got to the funny parts.
Everyone was curious when Shen Zhiyao talked about going to Old Zhang's house to remove and install the door.
Before Shen Zhiyao appeared, he never touched any physical labor.
Today, while they were removing and installing doors at Old Zhang's house, they asked Jiang Yao, "Does Old Zhang have some kind of magic?"
"To make Shen Qianjin do this kind of work."
[Shen Zhijie: I'll remember you guys. You gave me the nickname "Shen the Heiress."]
Jiang Yao smiled mysteriously and replied, "The answer will be on tomorrow's dinner table."
In the afternoon, at Old Zhang's house.
Old Zhang asked, "Do you know which cuisine poached chicken comes from?"
"White-cut chicken originated in Guangdong and is common in southern cuisines. Cantonese white-cut chicken is particularly famous. Since I don't have all the ingredients, I'll teach you how to make it first. I'll write down the detailed recipe and secret ingredients for you later... After the chicken is cooked, take it out, let it cool, slice it, plate it, and drizzle it with this honey dipping sauce before eating."
Old Zhang recalled, "This poached chicken! It's a family recipe passed down through generations, only to the sons. But if it's not passed down now, I'm afraid one day..."
As Old Zhang was still reminiscing with Jiang Yao, Xiao Mu entered the room with his back to the setting sun, a faint smile on his lips, and said, "Jiang Yao, I've come to take you home."
For a fleeting moment, Jiang Yao felt a flutter in her heart and blushed as she said, "Uncle Zhang, Xiao Mu has come to pick me up and take me home." It felt like they were an old married couple.
On the way home, neither Xiao Mu nor Jiang Yao spoke. The surroundings were so quiet that it was as if time had stood still.
That night, everyone looked at the poached chicken on the table and said, "Could this be the secret to winning over Shen Zhijie?"
"No, it's Shen Zhiyao's secret," Jiang Yao corrected.
Xiao Mu never imagined that Shen Zhijie's second personality was actually a foodie. In the face of delicious food, Xiao Mu actually took a backseat.
Everyone is curious about Jiang Yao's perspective. What other surprises do you have in store for everyone?
Zhu Hezheng excitedly said, "It feels like opening a blind box, full of surprises."
At night, Jiang Yao felt dizzy, coughed, sneezed, had a foggy head, and a sore throat, probably from catching a cold due to going out too much recently.
[Discomfort overwhelmed my senses; all I could do was groan in pain for a moment to feel better. It was truly unbearable.]
Xiao Mu was awakened by Jiang Yao's whimpering. When he came to the living room, he saw Jiang Yao lying on the sofa, groaning in pain.
He stepped forward to check on her and pressed his warm forehead against Jiang Yao's forehead; it was a little hot.
Jiang Yao, you have a fever. Do you have any medicine at home?
Jiang Yao, still half-asleep, pointed in a direction: under the TV cabinet in the living room.
After finding the medicine, he helped Jiang Yao up and made her take it. At this moment, Jiang Yao could feel Xiao Mu's strong and powerful arms, which gave her a great sense of security.
After taking the medicine, Jiang Yao felt sleepy, her head was dizzy, she had no strength at all, and her legs felt weak!
Xiao Mu escorted Jiang Yao back to her room. Jiang Yao's room was clean and tidy, and there was a faint fragrance in the room.
Xiao Mu coughed lightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed as he wondered what was wrong with him.
How could you be so ungentlemanly as to look around a girl's room?
Half an hour later, unable to find a thermometer, Xiao Mu had to press his forehead against Jiang Yao's forehead again to roughly measure her temperature.
Xiao Mu's heart was pounding.
I felt relieved when it stopped getting too hot.
Jiang Yao started sweating after taking medicine for a cold.
She kept kicking off the blanket, so Xiao Mu had no choice but to sit beside her and soothe her emotions, hoping that would help.
When Jiang Yao woke up the next day, she saw Xiao Mu by her bedside and knew that Xiao Mu had taken care of her all night.
If it weren't for Xiao Mu, she might have disappeared without anyone noticing, just like in her previous life, and no one would have cared.
Jiang Yao looked at the dark circles under Xiao Mu's eyes and gently touched his hair with her hand.
A slight smile played on her lips, though she herself might not even realize it at that moment.
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