Chapter 23 I Know I Was Wrong
"Brother Jingchuan, you weren't like this before."
Before Jiang Cha came to the family compound, Huo Jingchuan had never treated her like this. He would smile at her and stand up for her when she was bullied.
Instead of what is happening now, for a stranger who just came to the family compound, for a pen, he ignored the injury on her foot and warned her to stay away from the bitch Jiang Cha.
"Tsk tsk, the love between the man and the woman is so deep..."
"Shut up!"
Huo Jingchuan couldn't bear it any longer. He was indeed a heartless person. Who was he doing this for?
Jiang Cha shut up and stood aside with her head down, like a young wife.
Huo Jingchuan rubbed his swollen temples, and his elegant face showed a hint of anger and helplessness.
When his eyes fell on Bai Shuyao, a bone-chilling chill emanated from him.
"Bai Shuyao, don't let this happen again!"
After saying that, Huo Jingchuan grabbed Jiang Cha's collar again and said, "Go home!"
Ginger Tea: “!”
"No, I can walk by myself."
"Your legs are too long. I'm so tired of chasing you."
"Brother, please forgive me, I know I was wrong!"
Jiang Cha was half-carried and half-led all the way by Huo Jingchuan, and he really couldn't stand it anymore.
There was no one at home, so Huo Jingchuan pushed her down on the sofa.
He supported himself on the armrest of the sofa with one hand and on the backrest of the sofa next to Jiang Cha's neck with the other hand, trapping Jiang Cha between him and the corner of the sofa.
"Childhood sweetheart?"
"Childhood sweethearts?"
"Love between a man and a woman?"
"What's the deep affection?"
Huo Jingchuan's series of questions made Jiang Cha unable to cope.
"That's all I said..."
"Oh!"
Just like that?
Huo Jingchuan was so angry that he laughed, "You make dinner yourself tonight!"
Ginger Tea: “…Okay.”
Huo Jingchuan was afraid that if he continued to stay with Jiang Cha, this heartless girl would be angry to death, so he simply joined the army.
Jiang Cha sat on the sofa, holding her breath. When Huo Jingchuan's figure completely disappeared from the house, she finally recovered her breath.
Is Huo Jingchuan really angry?
Jiang Cha pursed her lips and stared at the box of melted chocolate on the coffee table. How about she make a cake to appease him?
Jiang Cha got down to work right away. She took out eggs, flour and sugar from the kitchen and started to make the chocolate cake she had ordered yesterday.
Without an oven, Jiang Cha could only use local ingredients to make the simplest steamed cake and then pour a layer of melted chocolate sauce on it.
The sweet aroma of the cake drifted out through the kitchen window. Jiang Cha took a glance and saw a small round head poking out of the wooden window frame.
Jiang Cha leaned over the pool with both hands and looked out. When he looked down, he saw a half-grown girl, thin and small, with dry yellow hair. It was the girl from Class 301 who was jumping rope outside the day before and no one called her to eat.
The little girl was pitifully thin, with a pair of eyes that stood out on her face, appearing particularly large.
"What's your name? How old are you?"
Jiang Cha grabbed a handful of raisins and milk candy left over from making the cake, and handed them to the little girl outside through the window.
The little girl timidly stretched out her hand and took the delicious food from Jiang Cha.
"My name is Wu Xiaocao, and I'm nine years old!"
Nine years old?
Jiang Cha looked at the little girl who could barely reach the height of their window. She didn't look like she was ten years old at all.
She always thought that she was only six or seven years old.
Jiang Cha felt distressed when he saw this, and stuffed another handful of fruit candies into Wu Xiaocao's hand.
"Eat more!"
Wu Xiaocao grinned and stuffed the candies in her hand into her pocket, leaving one in her hand. After peeling the first candy, Wu Xiaocao stood on tiptoe and tried to put it into Jiang Cha's mouth.
"Sister, you eat first."
"You eat first, I have more here!"
How could Jiang Cha bear to eat the candy in her hand?
Wu Xiaocao still stretched out her hand and insisted, "Sister, you eat."
Jiang Cha couldn't resist her, so he lowered his head and put the candy in her hand into his mouth. Jiang Cha then casually stuffed a biscuit into Wu Xiaocao's mouth.
Wu Xiaocao giggled with joy and ran away without a trace.
Jiang Cha was still cleaning the kitchen when Ye Surong came back.
She was holding a bag of cucumbers in her left hand, a bag of white melons in her right hand, and a big watermelon weighing about three or four pounds in her arms.
It took less than half a minute to walk back from Liu Cuilian's home, but she was exhausted.
"Hey, Cha Cha, come and hold some for me."
Jiang Cha put down what he was holding and hurried over.
"Mom, you have a great harvest!"
Ye Surong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Those people were too enthusiastic. I said no, no, but they kept stuffing things into my arms. I had no choice!"
Jiang Cha put things in place and continued to wash and scrub in the kitchen.
"I just used the extra flour to make some noodles. Let's have noodles for lunch!"
At noon, it was just her and Ye Surong who had lunch at home. Neither Jiang Cha nor Ye Surong liked to cook. If they cooked too much, they wouldn't be able to finish it, so it would be more convenient to just eat some noodles.
Ye Surong said okay and went to the kitchen to cook noodles.
Jiang Cha cleaned all the kitchen utensils she had just used, sorted them into categories and put them back into the kitchen. She also wiped the stove spotlessly clean. Only then did she put the cake on the dining table and covered it.
Ye Surong brought the noodles to the table and said, "You have no idea how embarrassed I was when I took their things. Because of this incident, everyone's allowance was docked. I'm worried that I'll see them all the time in the future. I don't know how to get along with them."
"Everyone living here is a military family member. Everyone must be responsible for what they say. They spread gossip, and the leadership can't do anything about it. Naturally, they have to be punished elsewhere to convince the public."
"Besides, this is just a warning. People who can think clearly are naturally decent people. As for those who can't think clearly, we don't need to have close relationships with them in the future."
Jiang Cha's analysis was coherent and logical, but her biggest concern was, "What about Bai Shuyao? What punishment did the boss give her?"
"The boss docked her allowance for two months. I heard that a few days ago, she had a singing performance that was also canceled. The art troupe gave her solo spot to someone else. She was really upset."
Who is it?
She took the initiative to start a fight, but when she failed, she felt aggrieved.
"That's what she should do."
While eating, Jiang Cha said, "I mentioned this to Uncle Huo today. Tomorrow, I will also go to work in the art troupe."
Ye Surong quickly swallowed the noodles in her mouth. "Didn't you say you were going to study medicine at home? Why are you going to the art troupe again out of the blue?"
"I have to keep an eye on Bai Shuyao. If she's determined to make things difficult for us, we can't just passively accept her moves every time!"
If Bai Shuyao behaves herself, then everything will be fine.
But if she suddenly does something disgusting like this time, Jiang Cha will not tolerate her.
Ye Surong admitted that what Jiang Cha said made sense, but she was still worried.
"Cha Cha, we have money, so you don't need to work too hard. If you don't like it there, don't force yourself. With our Ye family's wealth, we can more than support ten more of you."
Ye Surong is not a mother who would break her child's wings, but she doesn't want to see Jiang Cha sacrifice herself for her.
She knows her own daughter well. Her ambition is not to be in the art troupe. Doing a job she doesn't like every day is like marrying someone she doesn't like. Nothing will go smoothly.
"Mom, I will do my best, just rest assured."
The country will resume the college entrance examination next year, and Jiang Cha will also apply to medical school, so she won't stay in the art troupe for too long.
"It's good that you figured it out."
"Mom, if I go to the art troupe, you'll be alone at home during the day. I...why don't I stay at home with you?"
Not only Ye Surong was worried about Jiang Cha, but Jiang Cha was also worried about Ye Surong.
"Don't worry about me, I have things to do!"
Ye Surong was in a good mood. "When I was at home, I had nothing to do every day. Have you forgotten what I did to pass the time?"
Jiang Cha suddenly realized.
In addition to various palace secret medicines, the Ye family also has many secret recipes for beauty and skin care ointments passed down from their ancestors.
Ye Surong likes to study beauty recipes. Her good friends in the past would find ways to buy skin care products from her every day.
People are just afraid that she won't do it, but as long as she makes something, people are willing to buy it no matter how high the price is.
Jiang Cha thinks it is feasible. In two years, the country's economy will open up, people's living conditions will improve, and their pursuit of external beauty will become higher and higher.
There is great potential in the beauty and skin care industry.
"Okay, but don't overwork yourself. Do it within your capabilities."
Making ointment is not an easy job. The proportions of medicinal materials, grinding, and blending are all laborious.
If Ye Surong does it alone, she can only make a few bottles a day, but it's still a good way to pass the time.
"I know."
It was a rare quiet afternoon today. Jiang Cha stayed in the room reading a book, while Ye Surong found a lot of beauty recipes and tinkered with them in her room for the whole afternoon.
It was half past five when Jiang Cha and Ye Surong slowly started cooking. At half past six, the three men in the family arrived home one after another, and it was still light outside.
Huo Tingkun held a form in his hand, which was the registration form for the art troupe.
"Cha Cha, fill out the application form. I'll take you to the art troupe for an interview tomorrow."
Jiang Cha wiped his hands, took the registration form, and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll fill it out now."
As she spoke, she took the watch and walked into the room, just in time to pass by Huo Jingchuan who had just returned.
Okay, okay, didn’t he just ask her to cook a meal?
She doesn't pay any attention to him now, right?
Huo Jingchuan was angry and depressed. He lowered his eyelids and took the bowl and chopsticks to serve the rice without saying a word.
As soon as Huo Jingye entered the door, he looked everywhere for Jiang Cha.
"Cha Cha, look what delicious food I brought you back?"
Huo Jingchuan raised his eyelids and glanced at Huo Jingye.
His eyes became even colder.
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