Therefore, after much discussion, the best way is for Hao Yuanchao to take the initiative to cancel the engagement. As long as he takes the initiative to cancel the engagement, the impact on their Jiang family will be greatly reduced. But the question is, is Hao Yuanchao willing to cancel the engagement?
Jiang's parents didn't dare to make any promises, so the discussion came to nothing.
Song Shuyao glanced at the people in the hall outside and shook her head to indicate that she had no appetite. She was not yet ready to change her identity and face a large family.
Jiang Chunli was shocked when she heard that. However, seeing how sick Song Shuyao looked, she didn't force it and turned to go out. After a while, Jiang's mother came back with a big bowl of noodles with a fried egg and some thinly sliced pork. This was a 'sick meal' specially made for her.
Jiang's mother is over fifty years old, but she has maintained herself well, with only a few silver strands in her hair. In her early years, she gave her job to her second son and started living at home as a retired person. Her eldest son, Jiang Shutao, is filial, and her eldest daughter-in-law does not dare to upset her. The only young daughter who is still at home is also very hardworking. During the three difficult years, she was able to save food from the school subsidy and secretly add meals for the two old people. Her health has not deteriorated, and she looks much younger than her peers.
At this time, he came over with a large bowl of noodles, put it down and closed the door. Then he sat in front of her, raised his hand and touched Song Shuyao's forehead, "Your fever is gone. Yaoyao, does your head still hurt?" His heart was full of love that could not be concealed.
Song Shuyao was not used to such intimate touch from others. She wanted to move away, but the habits of this body made her stop and not move away. The big, dry and wrinkled palm touched her forehead. She felt a little strange and uncomfortable, but also a little warm. When she met the eyes full of love and concern, the emotions that belonged to the original owner Jiang Shuyao surged up, making her feel closer to the woman in front of her.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Song Shuyao lowered her head slightly, not daring to meet Jiang's mother's eyes. She was afraid of revealing herself. After all, she wasn't the real Jiang Shuyao, the little girl doted on by her family. She was just a lonely soul from another world, the kind that would die in a single-family house without anyone noticing or mourning for a while. The moment she moved out, she had effectively severed ties with her family. Her biological mother had long since passed away, and her biological father, obsessed with only her stepmother and her child, had never cared for her, never contacted her during holidays or worried about her. To him, she meant nothing. And the only people who might be saddened by her death had already passed away. It was likely that her few friends or the partners in her photography studio would be the ones collecting her body and burying her.
How pitiful.
Song Shuyao didn't feel too upset when she thought about this. After all, she had already known this in her heart. The only thing that was unexpected was that she died suddenly and traveled to the 1960s. She had no way of predicting such strange things, so it was not her fault that she did not make proper arrangements for her funeral. She just hoped that her body would not rot when someone found it. Dying too ugly did not seem to fit the beauty she had been like since she was a child. But this was not something she could worry about. After all, she was already in the 1960s.
Jiang's mother didn't know that Song Shuyao had thought so much in such a short period of time. When she heard that the pain was gone, her worries eased a little. She put the chopsticks in her hand and let her eat noodles. There was a bedside table next to the bed, so she could eat noodles while sitting on the bed, which was very convenient.
Song Shuyao took the chopsticks and looked at the large bowl of noodles, which were thin noodles with pork and fried eggs. She remembered that although the Jiang family was not as financially constrained as others, they did not eat these thin noodles often. It was not because they were reluctant to spend money, but because food was rationed in those days. Adults with urban household registration were entitled to 30 kilograms of food per month. For workers, the amount varied according to their jobs, but it was not too different, fluctuating around 30 kilograms.
And these 30 kilograms of food are not all fine grains, but a mixture of coarse grains and fine grains. During the 1960s, there was a month when all the food was coarse grains such as sweet potatoes. Now it is 1962. Although the disaster has passed, we have not recovered yet. The amount of fine grains we can receive every month is still very little. We basically eat coarse grains mixed with fine grains at home. Even when relatives come to visit, we have such conditions. Being able to prepare such a large bowl of fine noodles is enough to show how important Jiang Shuyao is at home and in Jiang's mother's heart. The sons-in-law and grandchildren who come to visit with their own rations still eat coarse grains mixed with fine grains.
Song Shuyao, who had never been loved like this by her elders, was even more confused about what expression to put on. She could only ask, "Have you eaten yet?"
Mother Jiang was very happy to see that her little girl cared about her first because she hadn't eaten herself. She had given birth to so many children, and only her little girl would care about whether she had eaten. No wonder she favored her.
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