Chapter 79 Embrace
"I didn't have anything good at home, so I brought some homemade pastries."
"When I heard you needed firewood, my two grandsons went to the mountain to chop some."
Old Mrs. Zhao felt very embarrassed because she really couldn't come up with anything good.
But Jiang Zhiluo saved her life, which was a great favor.
She is not afraid of death, but if she dies, what will happen to her two grandchildren?
What Mrs. Zhao is most worried about are her two grandsons.
If both of her grandsons had started their own families and careers, she might feel more at ease.
But she knew best what the Zhao family's current conditions were.
She still needs to live well and work more, and in another year, she will be able to find a wife for Zhao Dalin.
Jiang Zhiluo knew that the Zhao family had a hard time, so she asked Old Mrs. Zhao and the others to sit down and poured them some water.
"Grandma Zhao, I just happened to help you at that time. You don't have to thank me so much."
"You'd better take these back and eat them."
Jiang Zhiluo knew that the villagers in Donghe Village were not well off and their lives were very tight. Not to mention having enough to eat, they were reluctant to even eat some white flour rice on weekdays.
White flour cakes are considered noble and rare by the villagers, and people only make them during the Chinese New Year.
If people don’t visit relatives on weekdays, they won’t make white flour cakes.
Old Mrs. Zhao brought over a whole basket of white flour cakes, which showed the Zhao family's sincerity given their conditions.
Old Mrs. Zhao quickly waved her hands and said, "No, no, you saved my life. You are our Zhao family's great benefactor. We really don't know how to thank you."
"If you have any problems in the future, just call us. Dalin and Erlin are strong and can help."
No matter what she said, Old Mrs. Zhao refused to take the white flour buns back.
Zhao Dalin and Zhao Erlin were also grateful to Jiang Zhiluo.
Just call them if you need anything. They don’t know how to do anything else, but they have the strength to help with farm work and other things.
Jiang Zhiluo looked at the thin appearance of Zhao Dalin and Zhao Erlin, and naturally would not let them help with any physical work, but she agreed verbally.
I was also afraid that Grandma Zhao and the others would feel guilty about this kindness.
"Don't worry, if I have any problems, I will ask you for help."
Zhao Dalin and Zhao Erlin were very happy because this gave them the opportunity to repay Sister Jiang for saving their Zhao family.
After they left, Old Madam Cui said helplessly, "These white flour cakes will probably be the food supply for your Grandma Zhao and her family for a long time."
"It could even be the white flour your grandmother Zhao saved for the New Year."
Mrs. Cui felt a little guilty.
"But you did save their family. If you provide medical treatment, you will also charge a fee."
But although this is the truth, Mrs. Cui still feels a little uncomfortable.
Jiang Zhiluo knew that Mrs. Cui had a kind heart. "Mom, you saw it too. We asked Grandma Zhao and the others to take it back, but they said they wouldn't take it back no matter what."
"We can only make some delicious food and send it over later."
Jiang Zhiluo looked at the pile of firewood in the yard. They were all good firewood and had been chopped so they could be used directly.
It can be seen that the Zhao family is very careful in doing things.
She is now running a small business and has no time for anything else.
But if the business grows bigger in the future, I might need to hire people, and maybe I can help the villagers.
But she couldn't think about so much for the moment, she had to take care of her parents first.
Jiang Zhiluo looked at the white flour cakes in the basket and said, "Grandma Zhao's white flour cakes are really beautiful. She even made a pair of fish."
The fish is made into the shape of a fish using white flour.
The villagers believe in a moral, which is to have surplus every year.
Jiang Zhiluo looked carefully and felt that Old Lady Zhao was very skillful.
Mrs. Cui smiled and said, "I heard from your Aunt Zhu that when your Grandma Zhao was young, she was very skillful and could make noodles in all shapes."
"Whenever anyone in the village needs to make flower cakes or something, they always ask your Grandma Zhao to do it."
"It's just that Dalin and Erlin's parents passed away early, and your grandmother Zhao hurt her eyes from crying. Plus, she's old, so she doesn't do these things much anymore."
"I guess these cakes might have been made by Dalin and Erlin for your Grandma Zhao."
Jiang Zhiluo's expression changed as she said, "If they helped make it, then they must be very skillful."
"If I have this skill, can I be a chef?"
Madam Cui shook her head and said, "It's not that simple. Almost every household in the village can make some noodles."
"This isn't considered culinary skill. Even if you don't have connections, no one will accept you as an apprentice. Besides, you have to pay an annual fee to be an apprentice."
It was only after Mrs. Cui was exiled to the village that she realized how difficult it was for ordinary farmers to learn a skill.
"Some people in our village worked as apprentices for four or five years without any help, but they didn't teach them anything."
Jiang Zhiluo touched her chin, thoughtfully.
If she were to accept a disciple in the future, she wouldn't do this.
…
In the evening, Cui Hejin came back.
After the family had dinner and washed up, they went back to the house. Jiang Zhiluo got a charcoal pencil and started writing and drawing on paper.
Cui Hejin looked at his busy young wife, and a flickering light flashed across his eyes.
Jiang Zhiluo has been very busy recently. Sometimes Old Madam Cui brings her lunch at noon, and sometimes Cui Hejin brings her own.
However, there was no kitchen in the school, so Mr. Li would go home to heat up Cui Hejin's food and bring it back to the school.
Cui Hejin sat down at the table, restrained his expression, and lowered his head to read.
Time passed little by little. After a while, Jiang Zhiluo rubbed her eyes sleepily and felt a little thirsty.
She stood up to pour some water, but because she stood up in a hurry, she felt dizzy and almost fell.
Cui Hejin quickly embraced her.
Then Jiang Zhiluo suddenly leaned into Cui Hejin's arms.
"careful!"
A low, mellow and clear voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness, as if a feather brushed across the tip of my heart, bringing a tingling sensation.
And being so close, she could smell the alluring subtle fragrance on him, which made her heart beat a few beats faster.
After a while, Jiang Zhiluo's sleepiness disappeared and she was suddenly awakened by the shock.
"I'm sorry, I... I was careless just now..."
Jiang Zhiluo wanted to explain again, but she felt that the more she explained, the more confusing it became.
During this period, she was busy doing business to make money, and it seemed that she had spoken to Cui Hejin very few times.
So in this case, in Cui Hejin's view, does he think that she is throwing herself into his arms?
But God knows, she was just tired from drawing the house design picture.
Cui Hejin lowered his head and gently stroked her brow with his slender, jade-white fingers. He asked in a soft, clear voice, "Have you been tired recently?"
Jiang Zhiluo's eyelashes trembled violently. She felt that Cui Hejin's fingers were as cool as jade. When they touched her eyebrows, it was as if an electric current suddenly flowed through her heart, making her heart tremble.
It made her a little overwhelmed.
She raised her head slightly to look at him, and saw a complicated expression in his charming and picturesque eyes.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt that under the candlelight in the room, his eyes seemed to still be filled with worry.
Jiang Zhiluo felt dazed for a moment, and couldn't help but want to cling to this embrace.
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