After Wen Zhao finished speaking, Wen Jiaojiao stared at him in astonishment. After a three-second pause, she chuckled and said:
"What I meant was to help my mom come over. I don't want to trouble you with this kind of thing."
Wen Zhaoye turned and left, his ears burning. His voice drifted back as he reached the main room:
"Be more direct next time."
Xu Cuifen immediately cleaned the chamber pot she had just emptied in her room and forcefully shoved it into his hands, saying:
"If you keep carrying it around and the injury gets worse, use this. You can keep it in your room from now on."
When Wen Zhaoye brought it back, Wen Jiaojiao refused, saying:
"I'm not in a big hurry, but you should wash your hands thoroughly and carry me outside to brush my teeth and wash my face."
Wen Zhaoye gained a deeper understanding of her troublesome nature.
He carried the bucket outside, washed his hands, turned off the fan, and sat with her in the shade by the kitchen door, teasingly raising his eyebrows:
"Do you have any requirements regarding the water temperature for washing your face, Miss?"
"A little bit cool and warm is just right."
After Wen Jiaojiao finished speaking jokingly, she saw that he was indeed seriously adjusting the water temperature.
A feeling of pity welled up inside her for no apparent reason; she felt that Wen Zhaoye shouldn't be in that tragic state in the future, so she couldn't help but comfort him:
"Brother, I'll remind you one more time, since you seem like a good person: never change your surname, and don't do anything bad."
Life is too long. Don't pursue what you can't have. Look at me, people in the village talk about me every day, but I don't care at all. It's all about my mindset.
If I don't live a long life, who will? I'll outlive them sooner or later, and then I'll be dancing on their graves.
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