“No need,” Jiang Nuan said somewhat awkwardly, “You go about your business, I can do it myself.”
These past few days, she hasn't completely been wasting her time. Although she can't create a neat and beautiful bun, she still manages to style her hair in the usual single curls.
But, knowing only this one method, she could barely manage to tie her hair into a bun.
Jiang Nuan isn't exactly clumsy when it comes to styling her hair, but without hairspray, hair clips, or a bronze mirror, she still feels a little powerless.
As the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.
"Mother, we're back."
"Mother, the master is back." Wang said softly, then tidied her hair with a reserved air and took small steps to open the door.
At first glance, there seems to be no change, but upon closer inspection, one will find that the pace is much faster than usual.
“Mother,” Xie said with delight, looking towards the doorway, “I’ll go take a look too.”
Jiang Nuan nodded and followed.
She was quite curious about where this group of people were going.
When Wang opened the door and saw the dusty-looking Huang Laoda, her joyful expression immediately froze.
"Honey, where have you been? Did you tear down someone's stove?"
"No," said Boss Huang, who was still full of energy despite not having slept all night, his eyes shining brightly. "I went to Brother Lai's house yesterday to help pack some things."
"Brother Lai?" Wang's eyes flashed with doubt. "Let's not talk about that for now. Come in quickly, I'll go make some ginger tea to warm you up."
“Okay, go ahead,” said Boss Huang, pulling Lai Zi, who was following behind him nervously, into the yard. “Brother Lai Zi, come in. You’ll be eating at my house until your pot is fixed.”
He hadn't noticed before, but after helping him tidy up his things, he realized that Lai Zi was really just making do with his life.
Not to mention the mess of things piled on the ground, even the iron pot in the kitchen had a hole in it and he didn't even bother to take it to town to get it repaired. I really don't know how he survived.
Lai Zi was a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and asked in a low voice, "Is this not a good thing?"
His kitchen was rarely used; if he got hungry, he could just go to Widow Qian's house and he wouldn't have to worry about not having food.
Little did I expect that Xiaochuan would misunderstand me like this.
In fact, he never went hungry; he ate much better than the villagers, as you can tell from his rosy complexion.
But there wasn't even a trace of rice or flour in the kitchen, not even the most basic oil, salt, soy sauce, or vinegar. He couldn't very well tell others that he was going to Widow Qian's house for dinner.
It's really frustrating.
If I had known, even if it was just for show, I would have made sure the kitchen was fully stocked.
“No, not at all,” Huang Laoda shook his head. “My mother definitely won’t mind having another mouth to feed. She’ll be happy that you’re here. You don’t need to worry about food either. My mother bought a lot. There’s enough to eat.”
Huang, who was muttering to himself, was completely unaware that Jiang Nuan was not far away and had heard everything he said.
Following her eldest son's gaze, Jiang Nuan saw Lai Zi, whom she was quite curious about.
Completely different from the thugs and ruffians I had imagined, his clothes were neither new nor old but very clean, and his face was not as dark as the people in the village who spent all day in the fields; it was fair and clean, and he looked very refined.
He knew he was there, but he didn't dare to look up. His clear eyes kept glancing to the sides, and it was easy to see his nervousness.
“Go inside and wash up when you get back,” Jiang Nuan said with a look of disgust. “You’re all covered in dirt, like you’ve been rolling around in the stove. It’s really filthy.”
“Mother,” Huang Laoda scratched his head, “we’ll go wash up now.”
She paused, then added, "Brother Lai is coming too, do we have any suitable clothes at home?"
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