Seeing that the deal was done, Wu Ying was filled with the image of her son becoming the director. She reached out and grabbed a sickle from Wen Zhaoye's hand, saying:
"Your sickle looks newer, so your aunt can use it to finish harvesting faster."
Wen Jiaojiao sat at the edge of the field, watching her fiercely harvest wheat with her rear end sticking out, feeling a surge of cathartic satisfaction: "..."
She used me as free labor and she still has to thank me. This revenge is truly satisfying.
Wen Zhaoye was usually very quick at farm work, but he couldn't keep up with Wu Ying's speed, even when she was putting in her utmost effort.
He had only finished one and a half rows when Wu Ying had already finished two rows, and soon she was cutting the row in front of him.
Sweat clung to Wen Zhaoye's forehead as he glanced back at Wen Jiaojiao, who was beaming from ear to ear. Her delicate face, framed by a straw hat, was radiantly beautiful, as if cleansing the world from its dust.
His heart softened, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up in a smile:
Sure enough, when a woman falls for someone, her IQ drops to zero. I haven't done anything for her, and she can smile so happily just by looking at me.
Wen Jiaojiao: "..." This big idiot, you must be exhausted from working. I told you to scold me.
Wu Ying, drenched in sweat and flushed, finished cutting the last bunch. Standing up, she felt a wave of dizziness; her back ached as if it were broken. She steadied herself and gasped for breath:
"Zhaoye, you promised to come to my house this afternoon. Don't let Cuifen know. I'll go home and get ready now."
Wen Zhaoye stood up, nodded, and took the sickle from her hand, saying:
"OK."
Wu Ying grabbed the damp towel hanging around her neck and wiped her face. She walked unsteadily to the edge of the field, saw Wen Jiaojiao, and couldn't help but add another instruction:
"Jiaojiao, once you've finished your work, you absolutely mustn't tell your mom, and it's best if you don't mention seeing your aunt today."
Not to mention your aunt does chores for your family; otherwise, your mother, being shrewd, would have guessed it immediately.
Wen Jiaojiao stood up, barely suppressing her laughter:
"Okay, Auntie, you've worked hard today. Go home and rest."
Wu Ying didn't even bother to waste time going back to retrieve the sickle she had left on the ground; she rushed home in a hurry.
It might not work out with Mengning alone. It would be best to bring her two younger sisters along as well. With three sisters, surely one of them would be interested in her, right?
Wen Zhaoye, holding a sickle in one hand, walked to Wen Jiaojiao's side and said, "Let's go home. Come with me this afternoon."
Wen Jiaojiao frowned and looked at him, saying:
"What are you going to do with me? Isn't that inappropriate?"
Wen Zhaoye's ears were burning hot, and a hint of arrogance appeared on his face. His voice was muffled as he said:
"So that if we really get together in the future, we won't keep harping on the details of today. Women are all petty."
Wen Jiaojiao: "..."
Am I planning to shop around for three different options, afraid that my sister-in-law will dig up all the details of the blind dates and make me a witness?
I didn't realize you were plotting this.
Seeing that she remained silent, Wen Zhaoye didn't intend to expose her now, after all, there were still many aspects he hadn't personally verified.
If you discover things aren't going well, and you don't confront them directly, it won't be awkward when you meet again.
He pursed his thin lips and said, "What do you want to eat for lunch? This road passes by a vegetable garden, so we can pick some to take back."
Wen Jiaojiao walked along the country path, the loose, thin trousers rustling softly as the wheat tips brushed against them. She chuckled softly:
"With your skills, you should just give up. You can burn dragon liver to a pulp that's not even as good as Guanyin clay."
"That's true. I guess your mom has already prepared the meal. She's probably thinking about how hard her daughter has suffered today, so she's made sure to cook you a big feast."
A playful smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's lips. As she secretly rolled her eyes at him, he pretended to change his mind and said:
"Oh, I forgot, if your mom wants to make arrangements, she'll do it privately for you. How could she possibly make them in the open?"
Wen Jiaojiao pursed her lips and walked ahead, quickening her pace under Wen Zhaoye's amused gaze.
He carefully observed her walking posture:
This doesn't seem to tell whether she's given birth or not; we'll need to find other methods to verify.
Xu Cuifen sliced the leftover pork knuckle from yesterday into thin slices, stir-fried it with green peppers, and made a large plateful.
The leftover pig's trotters were mixed with yesterday's sauce to make a spicy pig's trotter and vermicelli soup, and a lot of rapeseed oil was used to stir-fry three or four kinds of vegetables, which were then placed on the dining table.
She stood at the gate of the wooden fence, craning her neck to look into the distance. Seeing Wu Ying hurrying home, she said in a strange, affected tone:
"Some people rush home like mad dogs as soon as it's mealtime, as if they haven't had a full meal in eight lifetimes."
Wu Ying understood the implication, her heart blazing with anger, but she forced an awkward smile and pushed open the gate to go inside.
Once my niece marries into the family, I guarantee you, you old geezer, will be kicked out.
Xu Cuifen muttered a few more curses, but received no response. She continued to stare into the distance, and when she saw Wen Jiaojiao, her face crinkled with laughter. She called out:
"Honey, why are you only coming back now? That work can't be done all at once. What if you get exhausted again?"
Wu Ying, who had just stepped into her house, stopped and began to listen furtively:
Could this girl be trying to cheat?
Wen Jiaojiao took off her straw hat and fanned her rosy face. Remembering the image of Wu Ying bending over the whole time without straightening her back to catch her breath, she couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"It's alright, not too tiring, just a bit hot."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at her slightly to the side, feeling that they were too close and that Xu Cuifen might cause trouble, so she moved a little distance away.
Xu Cuifen noticed his actions and secretly rolled her eyes at him: "Hurry up and come home for dinner. I'll go pick up the wheat from the field this afternoon."
Wen Jiaojiao entered the house and greeted everyone first:
"Dad, have you eaten yet? Would you like me to bring you some food?"
Xu Cuifen was overjoyed and said:
"Honey, look at our daughter. She works herself to the bone outside all day, and when she comes home she only thinks about you. It's not like I don't feed you."
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