Xu Cuifen was washing clothes by the well when she heard the sound of a motorcycle. She looked up, saw Wen Jiaojiao, and greeted her with a smile:
"Honey, you're back! Does your leg hurt when you walk?"
"It's nothing." Wen Jiaojiao was in a great mood after getting her ID card. She sat down on a small stool and said:
"Mom, can I go out with my brother in a few days?"
Xu Cuifen failed to grasp the crux of the problem, assuming that since she didn't have an ID card, she wouldn't disappear again, and that Wen Zhaoye, being strong-willed, would definitely find Wen Jiaojiao troublesome.
She waited until Wen Zhaoye entered the room, then said irritably, "That jerk of yours, would he take you with him when he goes out to discuss business?"
Wen Jiaojiao chuckled softly:
"Mom, don't talk like that. Otherwise, after Dad passes away, I'm afraid my brother will kick us out."
"And this time I have a way to get him to take me, so don't worry about the rest."
Xu Cuifen had known him for many years and understood his temperament. Although she appeared to be always accommodating to Wen Xiaojian's requests,
In reality, if she got involved in his business, he'd give her a piece of his mind, even if it were the King of Heaven himself.
Back then, because Wen Jiaojiao caused a scene at his factory demanding money, he lost several clients.
He hadn't sent a single penny home in six months, and he was in a terrible temper every day, causing Wen Xiaojian and her mother a lot of trouble.
She didn't believe he was that easy to talk to, and the more she thought about it, the more worried she became. She said, "If he agrees, he probably has the intention of selling you out halfway through. Daughter, don't go with him. In a few days, Mom will take you to play in the neighborhood."
Wen Jiaojiao was about to flee. Although she knew that Xu Cuifen's fate was unlikely to be good, her abilities were limited, and she couldn't care less about too many people. She could only offer subtle advice:
"Mom, can you please stop thinking the worst of my brother? He's doing fine now. You should treat him well."
"Otherwise, if things continue like this, you'll eventually drive him to become bad. If my dad passes away, you definitely won't have the good life you have now."
Xu Cuifen couldn't bear to see her daughter so devoted to Wen Zhaoye, but she couldn't bring herself to scold her.
Her chest was burning with anger, and to vent it all, she could only scrub the clothes with all her might, saying irritably:
"Go to the kitchen and eat the roast duck I saved for you. You're always siding with outsiders."
Her last sentence was barely audible, barely perceptible. Seeing she couldn't persuade her, Wen Jiaojiao curled her lip in disbelief and headed towards the kitchen.
Fine, considering how much she's taken care of me these past few days, I'll support her from now on once I've made something of myself on my own.
Wen Zhaoye sorted and put away the things he bought, and saw a package of pastries wrapped in newspaper on the dressing table.
He remembered the time he was going to nibble the edges of her breasts with his mouth, his ears flushed slightly, but he didn't hesitate to start.
He picked up a piece of peach shortbread, put it to his mouth, and carefully nibbled on it in circles, making sure he ate very little but didn't miss any spots, so that she could eat the most and be most satisfied.
Peach shortbread is fragile. In no time, there wasn't a single intact piece left in the unfolded newspaper. Even the smallest crumbs were all broken.
He rewrapped the newspaper, put it back in its place, and walked towards Zhang the carpenter's house with a slight lift in his eyebrows.
"I'll give you some space to eat secretly; it would be really embarrassing if you caught doing this."
His figure disappeared at the alley entrance. Wen Jiaojiao finished her roast duck, turned around, and went back to her room.
She glanced around, her gaze settling on the peach shortbread wrapped in newspaper, and sighed:
"I told you not to buy it, but you insisted on buying it. After buying it, you didn't eat it and just put it on my table."
"Jiaojiao, is there anything else that needs washing? Give it to Mom." Xu Cuifen called out from the yard into the house.
"Not at the moment."
Wen Jiaojiao replied, picked up the peach shortbread, came to her, and handed it to her, saying:
"Mom, these peach shortbreads are for you and Dad."
Xu Cuifen washed her hands and accepted the gift with a smile:
“Look at this, my daughter is so filial. She even knows to buy things for her mother when she goes shopping.”
This wasn't the first time Wen Jiaojiao had witnessed her overthinking. She chuckled lightly and turned to walk towards the room.
"Then you should finish eating quickly, otherwise it will get soft very fast in this weather."
"Why."
Xu Cuifen responded, opened the package, and saw that the peach shortbread was missing its edges and broken beyond recognition. She gritted her teeth in resentment and said:
"Who the hell sold this? It's the first time my daughter has bought me anything, and they dared to sell her this kind of trash."
Wen Jiaojiao had just entered the main room when she heard the sound, stopped in her tracks, turned around and called out, "Mom, what did you say?"
Xu Cuifen favored Wen Jiaojiao, and even if the things she bought were of poor quality, she was still delighted. She picked up a piece, popped it into her mouth, and said with a smile:
"It's nothing, why don't you come inside and rest for a while? The peach shortbread my daughter bought me smells so good, and it even tastes like roast duck. I don't know if it's because I ate roast duck for lunch and the flavor hasn't fully dissipated."
She chewed on the peach shortbread, her voice growing softer as she spoke, as if carefully savoring whether she had made a mistake in her taste.
Without thinking much, Wen Jiaojiao turned and went back into the house.
"Keep praising it. Sooner or later, it will warp my values. Peach shortbread can taste like roast duck? Then peach shortbread will sell like hotcakes."
Xu Cuifen, holding a peach shortbread, approached Wen Xiaojian and said with a smile:
"Old man, have a taste. This is something our daughter bought especially for us. Don't let its shape fool you; it tastes quite unique."
Wen Xiaojian happily picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth:
"You know what, the food Jiaojiao bought is really delicious. It tastes completely different from what we usually eat."
The two ate several pieces in succession, and Xu Cuifen hid them on top of the wardrobe like treasures, saying meaningfully:
“I go to cook, the whole family stays at home, and I'm the only one doing the work. Our daughter even knows to buy some food for us old folks, unlike some people.”
Just then, Wen Xiaojian saw Wen Zhaoye walk in and said irritably:
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