"Oh, I'm here." Lai Zi rubbed his hands together, smiled, and ran over. "Auntie, what are we having for dinner today?"
"Egg pancakes and white fungus and red date soup," Jiang Nuan said, deftly spreading the pancakes in the pan. "The white fungus and red date soup is especially nourishing. You can take some to your wife later."
“Auntie,” Lai Zi said shyly, “she’s not my wife yet.”
"It's only a matter of time," Jiang Nuan teased. "You cherish her so much, are you willing to let her grow old alone?"
"I can't bear to part with him," Lai Zi said with a fawning smile. "I'm entrusting my nephew's marriage to you, Auntie. Whether he can marry a beautiful wife or not depends entirely on you."
"You brat," Jiang Nuan said, her face full of black lines, "I'm not a matchmaker, what use am I?"
How could she not know that she also had a talent for matchmaking?
“Auntie can definitely do it,” Lai Zi said with certainty. “If there is anyone in this world who can persuade a foolish woman, it is only Auntie.”
It's because, in Huangjiakou, only the two of them were in similar situations.
Jiang Nuan pretended not to hear these words.
After seeing off the laborers and giving them a few instructions, Jiang Nuan went to Widow Qian's house.
Unlike other families, Widow Qian's house had very high walls, and the gate was always tightly closed.
Is anyone home? I'm just dropping by.
"Who is it?" A gentle and delicate voice came from inside the courtyard.
A moment later, the door opened, and a stunningly beautiful person appeared.
hiss!
The moment Jiang Nuan saw Qian Qing, she instantly understood why her reputation was so bad.
Her almond-shaped eyes were sparkling, her eyebrows were delicate and expressive, her skin was as white as snow, and her wrists were as smooth as jade.
Her clothes were plain and somber, yet they couldn't conceal her captivating charm.
This is the second person who makes Jiang Nuan unable to take her eyes off him.
Widow Qian and Meiyu each have their own merits.
One is gentle and tender, the other is naturally alluring.
"Fifth Aunt is here, come in quickly."
“Hmm,” Jiang Nuan smiled and then stepped into the courtyard.
The courtyard was spotless, with several blooming white plum trees. It didn't look like a farmhouse at all.
Widow Qian made Jiang Nuan a cup of tea before slowly asking, "Fifth Aunt, what brings you here?"
"I was asked to do this," Jiang Nuan said, not hiding her appreciation for beauty. "If that brat Lai Zi can really win the heart of a beauty like you, it would be the last bit of mercy God has shown him."
Fortunately, Qian Qing doesn't show his face much in public; otherwise, it's hard to say whether he could have protected her.
Now, Jiang Nuan fully understands how harsh the women in the village are towards Qian Qing.
With such a stunning beauty present, how could those weathered village women not sense the danger?
Jiang Nuan's words brought a blush to Widow Qian's cheeks. "Fifth Aunt, did he tell you about us?"
“I told you, because you refused to marry him, you cried so hard. In the morning, your eyes were red and swollen.”
"How could this be?" Widow Qian asked in confusion. "She was perfectly fine last night."
Cough cough...
That brat, no wonder he was all smiles this morning, turns out he spent the night here.
Having lied about it, Jiang Nuan had to cover it up, even if she had to kneel down. She forced herself to explain, "It's dark at night, so it's possible that you can't see clearly."
“That’s true,” Madam Qian said without giving it much thought, her face full of heartache. “Why does that fool always do such silly things?”
"He's doing something stupid?" Jiang Nuan's lips twitched. "You think he's doing something stupid?"
Jiang Nuan, who has never been in a relationship, really doesn't understand what a woman in love thinks.
They're clearly in love, and they've done everything they should and shouldn't have done, so why not just get married already?
Tsk tsk, Jiang Nuan felt like she had lived two lifetimes and still couldn't understand this kind of mentality.
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