A few days later, the educated youth who had returned home gradually left. Xie Yuyao didn't expect that the Xie family would send another letter, and this time there were two.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Xie Yuyao received a letter delivered by the postman.
Back at her lodgings, she first opened the letter written by Xie's father. The letter began by criticizing her for not replying to his previous letter. He said that even if she didn't want to go home for a blind date, she should have written back to tell them.
Unlike last time, he didn't feign concern and ask her if her life in the countryside was going well; instead, he directly stated his intentions.
It turned out that in the same residential compound, there was another male educated youth who had gone to Northeast China. He sent some mountain produce home, and his family showed it off every day. Xie's mother was very jealous and asked her to send some back as well to improve her family's life.
Xie Yuyao chuckled repeatedly after reading it, a sarcastic expression on her face.
First, she went back on her word and forced her daughter to go to the countryside; then, for her own selfish gain, she pushed her daughter into a pit of fire. She even dared to expect her daughter to spend her own money to buy mountain products and send them back, so that Xie's mother would have something to brag about.
Was it because the original owner had worked hard and never complained since childhood, or did they think that as parents they could control everything about their children?
The reason why Xie's father was not affected by the blind date incident last time was because Ye Xingchang's people found out that it was Section Chief Luo's son who first came up with the idea. Section Chief Luo and his wife couldn't persuade their son, so they took the initiative to approach Xie's father and mother to bring it up.
Zhao Honghui and Xie Yuyao didn't pursue the matter; it seems they'll have to give up on the idea themselves.
The other letter was written by Xie Yulei, the original owner's younger sister. In it, she told Xie Yuyao that Section Chief Luo had been reported for embezzlement and bribery, the evidence was conclusive, and he had been arrested, and his family's wealth had been confiscated. His son had also been arrested for hooliganism and sentenced to a heavy prison term.
Section Chief Luo's wife sought help from various people, but it seemed to have little effect.
Mr. and Mrs. Xie were relieved that Xie Yuyao hadn't married into the family; otherwise, if Section Chief Luo had ended up in this predicament, it might have implicated them.
Xie Yuyao had already heard about Section Chief Luo's fate from Zhao Honghui. Although Ye Xingchang hadn't returned to Beijing, he had handled things very well.
In the letter, Xie Yulei also wrote about her family, including that her eldest brother and sister-in-law were married and her second brother had a girlfriend. At the end, she also wrote that if she really needed money, she could let her know, as she had saved up some pocket money and could send it to her.
Xie Yuyao recalled that the original owner's younger sister had been sweet-talking and good at coaxing people since she was a child. She was her parents' little darling and her brother's little princess.
The original owner, who was treated differently, was very jealous of her younger sister and was the only person in the family who didn't get along with Xie Yulei.
Perhaps it's true that people crave what they lack most; Xie Yulei kept trying to get close to the original owner of this body, but the original owner grew to dislike her more and more.
Xie Yuyao wasn't the original owner of this body, so she couldn't empathize with her feelings. She also didn't know if Xie Yulei was genuinely naive and innocent, or just a hypocrite. Anyway, she didn't interact with her much, so maintaining a polite facade was enough.
When Zhao Honghui returned, he saw Yao Yao sitting in a chair, holding a letter in her hand, deep in thought.
"Who sent the letter?"
"Beijing." Xie Yuyao handed him the letter her father had written. "Do you want to read it?"
Zhao Honghui hesitated for a moment. After all, this was Yao Yao's privacy, but he was also afraid that her family might cause trouble again, so he reached out and took the book to read it.
Xie Yuyao put away the letter in her hand. "This letter is from my sister Xie. She said some gossip."
She stood up, intending to pour Zhao Honghui a cup of spiritual spring water, but unexpectedly, she was hugged as soon as she turned around.
Xie Yuyao patted the strong, muscular arm in front of her and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
"Don't be sad." Zhao Honghui buried his head in her side, his voice filled with heartache.
Xie Yuyao laughed, "Don't worry, they're not really my family anymore. There's no real kinship between us."
But Zhao Honghui still felt sorry for her, so he walked up to her and gave her a big hug.
The two enjoyed this cozy moment for a while when Xie Yuyao's stomach suddenly started growling with hunger.
The atmosphere was ruined, and Zhao Honghui let go of her, saying, "I'll go cook."
"Can you cook?" Xie Yuyao expressed doubt. With so many women in his family, it was hardly his turn to cook.
"Of course, I specifically sought out the head chef at our workplace to learn, but I never had the chance to show it off." Now that Yang Shumei has returned to her hometown, leaving only the two of them, Zhao Honghui can finally put his skills to use.
"What do you want to make? I have most of the ingredients!" Xie Yuyao said enthusiastically. He could take whatever vegetables, meat, eggs, and dairy products she had in her space!
Zhao Honghui thought for a moment and said, "Chicken stew with mushrooms, stir-fried green peppers with pork, and a three-delicacy soup, is that enough?"
"That's enough, that's enough, it's just the two of us." Xie Yuyao took an empty vegetable basket into the inner room, and when she came out, the basket was already filled with the meat and vegetables she needed.
Xie Yuyao sat on a low wooden stool in front of the stove to start a fire. Watching the handsome man busy in his apron, Xie Yuyao couldn't help but sigh: He's a perfect man, good at both social and domestic affairs, handsome and gentle.
Zhao Honghui saw the tenderness in her eyes and smiled indulgently.
After the food was prepared, Zhao Honghui took off the apron, feeling uncertain: "It's my first time cooking, so please bear with it."
Xie Yuyao glanced at him with amusement, picked up her chopsticks, and tasted each dish.
"How did it go?" Zhao Honghui asked nervously.
Xie Yuyao gave a thumbs up with satisfaction: "Great! It tastes much better than what I make. From now on, you'll definitely be our family's head chef!"
"No problem, it's worth all my effort." Zhao Honghui agreed willingly, his intention being to make sure Yao Yao ate well.
Xie Yuyao, unaware of his thoughts, asked curiously, "When did you start learning to cook?"
"When you stayed at my house."
Xie Yuyao: ......
She never imagined that Zhao Honghui had already been preparing for their future life together back then.
Under the prevailing ideology of men being the breadwinners and women staying at home, few men would cook unless absolutely necessary. How did he overcome the limitations of male chauvinism and take on this important responsibility?
The answer was obvious, and Xie Yuyao's eyes welled up with tears.
She turned around and took out two glasses and a bottle of red wine from the cupboard, her face flushed and her smile bright: "With such delicious food, how can we do without wine?"
"I'll open the bottle."
Xie Yuyao took out several large candles, and Zhao Honghui raised an eyebrow when he saw them: "Kerosene lamps will suffice."
"No, I prefer candlelight dinners." Xie Yuyao giggled and lit the candles one by one.
When Zhao Honghui first heard the term "candlelight dinner," he wondered what its special meaning was. Soon, he found the answer.
In the flickering candlelight, the clinking of wine glasses filled the quiet room.
In the romantic atmosphere, Xie Yuyao's face flushed with an intoxicating blush, making her even more breathtakingly beautiful than usual.
Zhao Honghui's affectionate gaze fell on Yao Yao, his eyes filled with doting love.
Wine doesn't intoxicate people; people intoxicate themselves. Flowers don't bewitch people; people bewitch themselves.
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