"It doesn't matter." Zhang Huifang scooped out a bowl of soup with a spoon and handed it to Jiang Qiao.
Jiang Qiao was in a trance.
Does this woman not care about her husband's death, or does she not care about everything she is facing now?
She took the soup, blew away the heat and took a sip. She was really hungry.
The soup is a simple vegetable vermicelli soup made by farmers. It does not contain any meat or fish, but it is delicious.
Zhang Huifang is a very capable woman. While Jiang Qiao was sitting and drinking soup, she was busy.
After a while, Li You came back with a girl.
The girl was very thin, and looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. She looked malnourished, and her clothes were obviously ill-fitting and hung loosely on her. She had two standard pigtails, wheat-colored skin, but her eyes were very bright.
Jiang Qiao greeted her with a smile, "Hello."
The girl lowered her head instantly, her cheeks flushed, and she didn't say anything.
Jiang Qiao didn't care. Little girls are always shy.
Zhang Huifang took the bamboo basket from her back and said, "Let's eat."
Li Zhaodi nodded and pulled Li You to wash her hands.
The water tank was very large and the water inside was almost empty. Li Zhaodi took a lot of effort to scoop out some water with a ladle.
Li You wiped his face with water. "Sister, her name is Jiang Qiao. Isn't she beautiful? Several outsiders came to the village today, driving cars. They looked so impressive. Mom said they were celebrities. What is a celebrity?"
Li Zhaodi's eyes flashed with curiosity as she rubbed the mud off her arms again and again. "Celebrities are people who shine like stars. They're very powerful and rich. Don't be naughty, or I'll beat you."
"Mom can't bear to hit me."
"Anyway, don't be naughty."
…
The kitchen was so hot that it was hard to breathe. There was a slight breeze coming from the door. Although it was hot, it was acceptable.
Jiang Qiao took a bowl of soup and half a steamed bun and went to the door to eat.
The photographer pointed the camera at Jiang Qiao and motioned her to say a few words.
Jiang Qiao understood and waved a cabbage leaf in front of the camera. "Delicious."
Photographer: ...And then, tell me more...
Jiang Qiao ignored her. She was so hot that she really had nothing to say at this moment.
I thought to myself: [No, they’re just eating this? This family is so stingy! Who are they trying to fool with cabbage leaves?]
Killing Rose: [Just came from another live broadcast room, the host has killed a chicken to entertain the guests! Gu Qingshi ate it with great relish.]
It's all scripted: [Slip away, this livestream isn't good! I'd better go watch my Ningbao~]
Westerners say: [What's so good about Ye Yuning? She's just pretending! Her fans should go and tell her to learn how to control her facial expressions! Her disdain for country folk is practically written on her face. Disgusting!]
The second male lead is mine: [Finally someone said it. I just said in Ye Yuning's live broadcast room that she disliked the host's cooking, and her fans almost scolded me to death!]
Hand-stitched Man: [Hilarious! Her fans are the most bizarre. They even tried to make amends for Ye Yuning, saying she didn't dislike the cooking, she just wasn't used to the local climate. But who's going to frown and squint when they're not used to the local climate?!]
Dudu: [I don't think she's having any problems with the local climate! The owner made her some egg custard, but she accidentally dropped it on the floor. There was even a woman in confinement who didn't have any egg custard to eat, but she wasted it!]
For some reason, hundreds of people suddenly flocked into Jiang Qiao's live broadcast room, and all the comments they posted were cursing Ye Yuning.
Jiang Qiao took a bite of the steamed bun in her hand (chew, chew, chew). She couldn't see the comments, only the number of people, and thought everyone liked watching her eat.
She winked at the photographer and said, "Brother, look, everyone likes to see people enjoying their meals."
The cameraman who can see the comments: ...as long as you are happy. ˉ\_(ツ)_/ˉ
Just when everyone was having a great time complaining in Jiang Qiao's live broadcast room, Ye Yuning's fans noticed something was wrong.
The enemy has three seconds to reach the battlefield!
Ning Ning thought to herself: [First of all, we're all rational people. Secondly, my Ning Bao is so understanding. She's not disgusted, she's just having trouble adapting to the new environment!]
Ningfen is fighting back...
Finally tired of arguing, some fans started to change the subject.
Ai Ning Yi Wan Nian: [I don't know why everyone is complaining about my Ning Ning in Jiang Qiao's livestream. Is someone deliberately trying to provoke a fight?]
[I also wonder why everyone is cursing Ningning in Jiang Qiao's livestream?]
[Could it be that a certain artist surnamed Jiang is deliberately provoking a fight? What? An out-of-date artist suddenly returns and wants to discredit our Ningning?]
[Although they look alike, I still think my daughter Ningning is the prettiest.]
…
The live broadcast room turned from fans quarreling to one-sided attacks on Jiang Qiao.
Then Jiang Qiao, who knew nothing about this, watched as the number of people in the live broadcast room increased, and she was really curious.
Jiang Qiao decided to live broadcast every time he eats, without any blind spots, if for no other reason than to attract attention.
…
The other side.
The open-air courtyard is quiet and warm.
In the yard, shaded by a large tree, the family gathered around a worn wooden table, a simple meal on top. Everyone sat close together, their faces filled with simple smiles.
Ye Yuning was lucky. The family she chose was not bad, except that there were too many people.
An elderly couple, their two sons, daughters-in-law, and a baby.
The old couple warmly entertained Ye Yuning, telling her stories about the past of this place, hoping that she could live here with peace of mind.
Ye Yuning held a bowl of corn porridge and sipped it bit by bit. She drank for a long time but didn't seem to drink much.
Mrs. Liu, who was standing by, was still unhappy because Ye Yuning had just dropped the egg custard. She hadn't finished her confinement yet, and all the good things in the house were given to this new woman.
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