"Huh?" Du Jiang was stunned, his mouth hanging open.
Seeing this, Du Yingying repeated the question, "Du Jiang, do you want to be a teacher?"
Du Jiang finally heard clearly this time and swallowed subconsciously, "Sister Yingying, what do you mean? Isn't your teacher doing well?"
Du Yingying sighed and explained, "It's all because of my husband, Lao Xu. He's getting transferred to town, and I thought it wouldn't be appropriate for my husband and wife to live apart, so I thought about following him. But I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time for my morning classes, so I thought about changing jobs. Since you're here, I wanted to ask you something."
So, Du Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, "Sister Yingying, I'm not suitable. I've graduated for many years now, and I don't have the time to go up and down the mountain every day."
"You're still busy collecting herbs. I don't think your income is that good." Du Yingying had always heard about Du Jiang's journey up the mountain. "Nowadays, many families in the village also make a living by collecting herbs. Why don't you try something else?"
"I know, I'm just interested in this," Du Jiang smiled without explaining.
Seeing this, Du Yingying didn't try to persuade him any further. "Okay, since you're not interested, I'll ask someone else. But I don't think the chances of transferring out are high. After all, Principal Yu is incredibly stubborn. I'm afraid he'll force me to resign and then start over."
"That's true, but you can recommend him to Principal Yu first. That's reasonable," Du Jiang suggested, looking at Du Yingying with a frown on her face. "And I don't think you would recommend an unsuitable person to teach. After all, teaching and educating people is a big deal."
Listening to Du Jiang's suggestion, Du Yingying's brows slowly relaxed and a smile appeared on her face, "As expected, Du Jiang, you are more capable. This way, I can kill two birds with one stone." As for what "killing two birds with one stone" meant, Du Yingying did not say it clearly, and Du Jiang did not continue to ask.
Du Jiang changed the subject at the right time and chatted with Du Yingying about some family matters before getting up to say goodbye.
Before leaving, Du Jiang was stopped by Du Yingying, "Du Jiang, come to my house often when you are free. You know I have always liked you."
"I know, Sister Yingying, I won't bother you anymore," Du Jiang said, looking up at the sun in the sky, "It's time to get out of school."
"Yes." Unlike Du Jiang who calculated the time according to the sun, Du Yingying raised her wrist and looked at the watch on it with a happy expression. "Then I won't keep you here. The prefect will be back soon."
Du Jiang smiled, nodded, and turned to leave.
On the way home, Du Jiang turned around and went into the house as he saw Dachuan and the others walking towards him from the alley.
In the yard, Old Mrs. Huo and Old Man Huo were sitting on stools next to the vegetable patch, sometimes whispering, sometimes staring at the lush green in the patch.
Du Jiang did not make a sound to disturb the two of them, but walked into the kitchen with light steps.
Lighting the fire and cooking, the process is so familiar that it cannot be more familiar. One after another beautiful chili flower rolls are born in Du Jiang's hands. Under the grate is boiling hot sweet potato porridge, and on the grate are blooming flower rolls, gradually growing from small to big, and red chilies can be seen in every gap. The fragrance of wheat and the spiciness of chili are perfectly blended together at this moment.
Seeing that the rice in the pot was almost cooked, Du Jiang turned down the fire in the stove. The casserole on the coal stove was bubbling with steam. Du Jiang put the chicken pieces that had been cut in advance into the pot, followed by seasonings such as green onion and ginger to remove the fishy smell. As the water boiled for the first time, Du Jiang removed the floating foam on top and continued to simmer on low heat.
After estimating about forty minutes, Du Jiang scooped a spoonful of salt and added some wolfberries. Looking at the rich chicken soup in the pot, Du Jiang sniffed and exclaimed, "It's worthy of being a pheasant. The flavor is really rich and fragrant. Even with the simplest seasoning, the taste is great."
"Why don't you say that your cooking is good?" Huo Yang came back at some point and leaned against the door frame, watching Du Jiang busying around in the house. His heart was suddenly filled with something, warm. "Looks like I don't have to light the fire anymore."
"You're destined to eat what's ready," Du Jiang joked, then directed Huo Yang to serve the flower rolls. "You take the porridge and wreaths first, and I'll take the casserole."
"Don't," Huo Yang stopped him quickly. "The casserole has been boiling for so long that it's too hot. Just let me do it. Go in and sit down. We'll start eating when I bring it over."
Hearing this, Du Jiang didn't hesitate and said, "Okay, I'll take the chopsticks and the steamed bun frame, and you pick up the steamed buns and put them in the frame first."
Following Du Jiang's instructions, Huo Yang endured the burning of his fingertips and picked up the white flour buns one by one and put them into the steamed bun frame. "You go ahead, I'll serve the porridge."
"Okay, wait a minute, there's some soup." Du Jiang, who was sweating profusely in the kitchen, didn't have the energy to be polite to Huo Yang at this moment. He immediately walked out with chopsticks in one hand and the steamed bun frame in the other.
As Huo Yang came in and out, the dining table in the living room gradually became more and more abundant. There were chicken soup, cold dishes, pickled vegetables, steamed buns, and sweet potato porridge. Even Mrs. Huo, who had a small appetite, couldn't help but drink two bowls.
After dinner, the family chatted in the yard as usual, but after a while, Old Man Huo took Old Mrs. Huo back to her room on the pretext of not disturbing the young couple.
Du Jiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry about the old man's behavior of creating an opportunity for the two of them to be alone. "Grandpa is creating an opportunity for us, but I don't know how he saw that we don't talk much."
Huo Yang also shook his head in confusion. "Do we have to chatter all the time to have something to talk about? I don't know how these two elders can tell that we don't communicate. I obviously listen to you in everything, and you're the one who keeps everything in the house. I don't know what they're worried about."
Du Jiang could guess a thing or two about this. "Maybe it's because they don't have children. Although the two elders don't say it, I see them getting jealous every time they see children. I think they're thinking about it too."
Uh, regarding the topic of children, Huo Yang touched the tip of his nose awkwardly, "Sorry, it's my fault. I just thought that the current environment is not very good, and it might be difficult to have a child."
"I know." Du Jiang was always casual with children. Listening to Huo Yang's words, he nodded in agreement. "Indeed, although we had a hard time when we were young, the environment was much better than it is now. I know what you are thinking. I have the same idea. The most important thing is that I am only twenty-one or twenty-two now. There is no rush."
"Yes, we are still very young." Huo Yang couldn't help but hold Du Jiang's hand and shook it. "I didn't expect that we have been together for three years. We will have many more years to come."
“Yes, many more years.”
The stars above our heads overlapped in their paths at some point, and the light became much brighter for a moment, but then became silent again in the next second.
The young couple whispering to each other under the night light are warmly sharing their thoughts, which is romantic and heartwarming.
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