“Yes, don’t worry,” Jiang Nuan urged, “Go quickly, Jiang Chao will deliver it to you in a bit.”
I was afraid of making a mistake, so I cut an extra set of clothes as a backup.
Originally, I intended to give it to my nephew Huangshan, but since Lai Zi urgently needs it, I'll let him wear it first.
“Mother, let’s go then,” said Huang Laoda, gloating to Lai Zi, “I knew Mother wouldn’t mind, and this time I believe you.”
“Well, I don’t disbelieve it,” Lai Zi pursed his lips. “Auntie has always been so kind, I just don’t have any confidence in her.”
It's all because of his bad reputation; he has to sneak around when he goes to pay New Year's visits, afraid that others will find out about his relationship with the Huang family and he will be implicated.
If Jiang Nuan knew Lai Zi's idea, she would definitely laugh it off.
They were both among the three scourges, and their situations in the village were roughly equal; neither was much better off than the other.
After Jiang Nuan left, she found Jiang Chao and asked him to take a thick stack of clothes over.
They're all new, made of the finest cotton, but the colors are a bit ugly—either blue or brown.
Although it's dirt-resistant, it's really not good-looking.
After giving these instructions, Jiang Nuan went to the kitchen to help.
He appeared calm on the surface, but his curiosity was piqued by Lai Zi.
This person doesn't seem as bad as the rumors say, and she really wants to know what's going on.
This ordinary little mountain village gave Jiang Nuan an unprecedented sense of vibrancy. The people, the things, everything here had a fatal attraction.
It helps Jiang Nuan, who thought she had long been numb to life, to rediscover her love and expectations for life.
This place may be backward, it may be feudal, it may have all sorts of unsatisfactory aspects, but it is still very, very good…
When the Huang family saw Lai Zi appear, they were somewhat surprised, but they didn't say much.
After all, this person had come to pay New Year's visits every year, and even Jin, who was not often at home, had seen him several times, so she didn't feel like a stranger at all.
Grandma Jiang had heard of Lai Zi, but she would accept her daughter's preferences unconditionally.
Influenced by her, Grandpa Jiang was also exceptionally kind to Lai Zi.
Lai Zi never imagined he would receive this treatment in the Huang family.
The elders kept asking him how he was doing, his childhood friends helped him pick food for himself, and the children looked at him curiously, asking all sorts of strange questions.
For a moment, I felt like my soul was about to float away.
“Grandma,” Lai Zi looked at Grandma Jiang sincerely, “this is enough to eat. Don’t just think about me, eat some too.”
"I'm getting old, and my appetite can't compare to yours, young men," Grandma Jiang shook her head. "This bowl of millet porridge is enough for me; anything more will be hard to digest."
Listening to the two repeating the same conversation over and over again, Jiang Nuan felt somewhat helpless.
"Mom, you don't need to be so polite. We're all family. Let him eat by himself."
Her mother's way of feeding her, isn't she afraid of overfeeding her?
In the short time that followed, Lai Zi had already been urged to drink three bowls of porridge and eat two meat buns.
“That’s true,” Grandma Jiang said, squinting her eyes. “Then I won’t try to persuade you. Just eat it yourself, don’t be polite.”
"Thank you, Grandma," Lai Zi nodded emphatically, "I can eat by myself."
God knows, he was so full he could barely walk.
Normally, a steamed bun is enough for breakfast, but I ate too much today.
However, he still didn't stop eating.
It was simply because Jiang Nuan was talking about her own people.
Lai Zi's good appetite inspired the others, and Huang Laoda and his brothers each ate an extra bun than usual.
Jiang Nuan drank half a bowl of porridge because of him.
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