People who don't like to take advantage of others are like this; they're afraid of owing favors and always like to give more to others.
"We're family, there's no need for this," Tao Ying said softly.
As the two were talking, Zhou Daya had already finished packing her things.
"Sister-in-law, take these things back for Mom and Dad to eat." Li Guiying carried the things Tao Ying had brought back and was about to put them on the mule cart.
"This is for Baohe. Besides, there's no reason to take something back with you," Tao Ying quickly declined.
"Sister-in-law..." Li Guiying was still embarrassed.
“Alright, when Baohe is on holiday, you all come and help me out. I won’t pay you then,” Tao Ying said.
“It’s only right for a family to help each other,” Li Guiying quickly said.
"See? I'm not being polite with you at all," Tao Ying said with a smile.
Wang Dashuan drove the cart to send the group off. Before the people at the village entrance had left, they saw the old man and woman carrying small bags and leaving, and couldn't help but feel envious.
Who wouldn't want their children fighting over them?
Zhou Daya's mouth hasn't stopped talking since she left the village.
"What kind of hair did you get? Did someone perm it and make it look like it's made of felt?" Zhou Daya had been talking for a while, but no one responded, so she couldn't help but turn her gaze to Tao Ying.
“Mom, this is the popular hairstyle. I’m back in the village now, so I’m not wearing the clothes I came in with. You’ll see how good I look when I change into them.” Tao Ying wasn’t angry at all.
This old lady is a typical example of someone with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Although they often say rather harsh things, they are never confused when it comes to important matters.
“People always say that if you’re good-looking, you’ll look good even in a burlap sack. This is the first time I’ve heard that clothes have to complement a person,” Zhou Daya said bluntly.
"Mom, how old am I?" Tao Ying said with a smile.
“People say that time cannot defeat beauty,” Zhou Daya continued.
"Mom, when we get home, I'll find you something. I just got a really nice bright red striped dress, I'll give you one." Tao Ying thought the old lady was quite good at talking.
Zhou Daya: "..." Did the eldest brother take the child's brain with him when he left?
I'm the one picking a fight, what is she doing?
Are you kidding yourself? Why aren't you crying anymore? You're not even feeling accomplished anymore.
By the time the three of them got home, it was already 3 p.m.
"Mom, you and Dad rest at home for a while, I'm going to buy groceries." Tao Ying opened the door.
"Why bother buying groceries? We've been through so much trouble all day. What can't we eat?" Zhou Daya herself was feeling terrible from all the jostling, but she also felt sorry for Tao Ying.
The eldest son's wife isn't young anymore; she's already been to two meetings.
"Mom, I'm fine." Tao Ying left cheerfully.
The elderly couple went to their room to wait. Seeing that there was still hot water in the thermos, Zhou Daya and Grandpa Wang washed themselves together.
I was picking peanuts at home, and I'm covered in dirt.
The eldest son's wife prepared clean bedding for the two of them; we can't afford to ruin it.
Tao Ying went and bought several pounds of pork belly and a roast chicken.
When I got home, the elderly couple were already asleep.
Tao Ying then started working.
Cut the braised pork into small cubes about the size of a finger joint, then blanch and stir-fry.
Tao Ying prefers the large chunks of Mao-style braised pork.
I feel that's the only way to enjoy eating it; you stuff a piece of meat into your mouth, and your mouth is full of meat.
Although Wang Chunli's cooking was delicious, it just felt a little lacking.
Once the meat was stir-fried until it was browned, a large pot of water was added and it simmered there.
Tear the roast chicken in half, leaving one half and placing the other half on a plate.
This time when he came back, Li Guiying brought him a lot of peanuts and edamame.
Tao Ying simply washed it and put it directly into another pot to cook.
Tao Ying doesn't know how to cook rice like this.
At that time, people cooked rice in a large pot, and there would be a layer of rice at the bottom.
After the rice is cooked and stir-fried, it's especially delicious with some pickled vegetable strips.
Unfortunately, Tao Ying didn't learn this skill; she just put it in a basin and steamed it over water each time.
Rice steamed this way is stickier and doesn't taste as good as rice cooked over a wood fire in a large pot.
However, Tao Ying did not force herself to do so.
I made a cucumber salad, and then I chopped a few potatoes, which I plan to add to the braised pork later.
When Wang Chuntao returned, the potatoes were already in the pot.
"Mom, why didn't you wait for me to come back before you started cooking?" Wang Chuntao quickly put her schoolbag into her room, then tied on her apron and went into the kitchen to work.
"Then we'll have to wait until your sister and the others come back before we can eat. You can make some scrambled eggs with sauce later. Your grandparents are coming, and there won't be enough food if we don't have enough," Tao Ying said with a smile.
"So what if it's a little late? Good food is worth the wait. Mom, you go back to your room and rest. I'll take care of things here." Wang Chuntao started working in a flurry of activity.
Wang Baomin picked up Wang Chunni that night.
After Wang Chunni arrived home, she received a great deal of care from her family.
"Chunni, is Chen Feng still bothering you today?" Tao Ying asked softly.
“He didn’t come to night school today, but I have a feeling that people at work are talking about me. I don’t know if I’m being too sensitive.” Wang Chunni looked exhausted.
Wang Chunni usually works in the same office as her mentor, Cao Aihua.
My interactions with colleagues are limited to lunchtime and commuting time.
"It's alright. When something happens, we shouldn't fight amongst ourselves or blame others first. Tomorrow, have your grandparents take you to work and see what's going on," Tao Ying said directly.
"Mom, what does 'internal friction' mean?" Wang Chunni didn't quite understand.
"When something happens, the first thing you do is take the blame upon yourself; that's called internal friction," Tao Ying explained patiently.
"Mom, it's better if Grandpa doesn't come. Grandma went with me, and they can't even get in the door. Besides, I'm already so old." Wang Chunni was partly embarrassed, and partly worried that her grandparents would get tired.
“How old are you? You’re still a child in front of your grandma, and your mom is a child in front of me. You’re too young and timid, and you’re too easy to be bullied. Just wait until grandma shows you what real strength is.” Zhou Daya immediately promised.
What am I here for? I'm here to support my granddaughter.
"Have you found out what Chen Feng does?" Tao Ying asked Wang Baomin. She had forgotten to ask earlier because the braised pork was so delicious.
"I found out." Wang Baomin was a little embarrassed. The braised pork was so delicious that he forgot about the important matter while eating.
Fortunately, I forgot about it, otherwise mentioning that bastard Chen Feng during the meal might have really affected the taste of the braised pork.
"Just say it already, this is making me anxious." Zhou Daya really wanted to slap Wang Baomin twice, she didn't know why he was being so slow.
"Now that I've finished speaking, you mustn't get angry or upset," Wang Baomin said, looking at the group.
"If you don't say anything, I'll kick you." Zhou Daya was completely angry, her eyes wide open.
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