Chapter 97: My sister doesn’t like the food in the state-owned restaurant, she likes the food cooked by my brother-in-law.
After hearing this, Wen Jianyan put down the wine.
Wen Jiu rubbed her neck and felt helpless when she saw Wen Jianyan, who was two heads taller than her. He was only 15 years old and was almost as tall as Lu Beiye.
Is this something that grew up eating chemical fertilizers?
Not only is he tall, he's also so strong.
Seeing that she had almost slowed down, Wen Jinyan asked, "What do you mean when you say I can go with you now?"
He still has to study!
Wen Jiu smiled mysteriously, "Wait, we can leave when I come back."
Skipping classes is not an option!
But you can take leave!
Although Wen Jinyan's handwriting is ugly, her grades are really good! It's not a big deal if she doesn't study for a day or two, just treat it as a reward.
She ran to ask for leave from Teacher He and left school with Wen Jinyan.
On Fridays when I didn't have to study, even the air seemed sweet. Wen Jinyan rode his bike as fast as if he was wound up. As soon as the bell rang, he had already passed by before people on the side of the road even looked up.
"Slow down!"
“I felt like I was going to fly out.”
Wen Jiu hugged Wen Jinyan's waist and felt like he was about to vomit last night's meal.
Wen Jianyan said excitedly: "What are you afraid of? I'll be there to cushion your back even if you fly out!"
She will definitely not fall anyway.
The two of them rode their bicycles through the streets of the city to buy fabrics, buttons, and various accessories for making clothes. By noon, they had finally bought everything.
Wen Jiu felt a little hungry. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to Wen Jinyan, "Are you hungry? Let's go eat!"
Wen Jinyan nodded, "Okay, my stomach is growling with hunger."
Because something was tied to the back seat of the bicycle, Wen Jiu couldn't sit, and Wen Jinyan didn't ride either. They pushed the bicycle to find a place to eat. Unexpectedly, they met Cheng Jiajun before they found a restaurant.
Wen Jiu felt that they didn't know each other and there was no need to say hello, so he prepared to leave, but Cheng Jiajun stopped them.
"Warm wine—"
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? How about I treat you to a meal at the state-owned hotel? It will be my way of apologizing to you on behalf of my brother."
Wenjiu declined, "Thank you, but it's not necessary. We want to eat by ourselves."
They are not familiar with each other.
What's good about having dinner together?
Wen Jinyan had no impression of Cheng Jiajun, but she had a lot of opinions about him. She said directly: "Thank you, but we have to go home to eat. My sister doesn't like the food in the state-owned restaurant. She likes the food cooked by my brother-in-law."
Compared with Cheng Jiajun, he still likes Lu Beiye more. At least he cooks delicious food. But this guy is just a foreigner who wears glasses and has a weird middle-parted hairstyle. He finds him unsightly.
Cheng Jiajun looked a little hurt, "Have you forgotten who I am? We were classmates in junior high school. My name is Cheng Jiajun. We used to have a good relationship, but we were not together in high school. I went abroad after graduation and just came back recently. I didn't expect you to be married."
At the end of his speech, his tone sounded a little disappointed.
Wen Jiu thought about it carefully, and it was true. Her vague memory suddenly became clearer. She nodded and said, "I remember now. You seemed to be sitting in the last row at that time, and you always kept your head down and didn't say anything, right?"
Cheng Jiajun smiled and said, "Yes."
"Since you are going home to eat, I won't bother you anymore."
Wen Jiu nodded, "Okay."
The brother and sister found a noodle shop and ordered two servings of noodles with soy sauce. The noodles were paired with chili sauce made with seasonal green peppers and garlic. It was particularly delicious. Although it was a bit spicy, it was more fragrant.
Wenjiu thought the spiciness was just right and happily stuffed the noodles into his mouth one bite after another.
"Let's go!"
After dinner, Wen Jiu paid the bill and took Wen Jinyan to Jinbei Hospital. She wanted to give the fabrics and design drawings to He Rongrong so that she wouldn't have to work as a nurse out of nothing.
The two streets are not far apart. The big trees on both sides of the quaint street block the scorching sun, and there are comfortable breezes when walking in the shade.
Wen Jiu looked at Wen Jinyan and asked, "You don't like Cheng Jiajun?"
She was very sure.
Because Wen Jinyan didn't like Lu Beiye, asking him to call Lu Beiye brother-in-law was as difficult as asking him to die, but he took the initiative to call Lu Beiye brother-in-law in front of Cheng Jiajun.
This is enough to prove that he hates Cheng Jiajun more.
But she couldn't figure out why. Was it because her brother had scolded her? Or because they had fought?
Wen Jinyan asked back: "Do you like it?"
"Are you not blind? A Chinese guy dressed up like a foreigner. I'm already very lucky that I didn't punch him twice."
Wen Jiu said helplessly: "If he hadn't said it, I wouldn't even know who he is. How can a stranger talk about whether he likes me or not?"
"That's more like it!"
Wen Jinyan curled her lips and slowed down her pace deliberately seeing that Wen Jiu was walking slowly.
When they arrived at the hospital, He Rongrong was making clothes for Xia Huaishan. She had not been working as a nurse for the past few days and had been making clothes. She wanted to make clothes for Xia Huaishan as soon as possible, otherwise she would not feel at ease taking the money.
Seeing Wen Jiu and Wen Jianyan, He Rongrong quickly put down her clothes, stood up, and found a stool for them to sit on, "A Jiu, Jianyan."
Wen Jinyan nodded, "Sister Rongrong."
After Wen Jiu finished talking to He Rongrong, he looked at He Sheng lying on the bed and asked, "Uncle He, how are you feeling recently? Are you feeling better?"
He Sheng smiled and nodded, "Much better, Rongrong told me everything. Thank you so much for helping us with our family's problems this time. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened to Rongrong!"
He choked up a little, "After all, this is all my fault. If I hadn't thought about getting married again, I wouldn't have ended up like this, and I wouldn't have let Rongrong suffer so much."
During the time he lay in bed, the hair on his temples had turned completely white. Thinking of He Rongrong's evasive words, his heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife.
He Rongrong's eyes were red, "Dad, why are you saying this?"
Apart from him, she has no relatives, and she will never ignore him no matter what.
He Sheng forced a smile, "Okay, okay, Dad won't say anything more. From now on, we will live a good life as father and daughter. Dad and you will find a way to earn back the money you owe. Don't worry."
Wen Jiu smiled and said, "Uncle He, don't worry about the money. I'm not in a hurry to use it. Rongrong has suffered a lot for you. You have to take good care of your injuries so that she won't worry."
Seeing He Sheng regretting, Wen Jiu felt relieved. Her money was not wasted. As long as he was alive, He Rongrong would have a home and would have someone to rely on at all times.
After they chatted for a few more sentences, Wen Jiu took out the design drawings and fabrics and showed them to He Rongrong.
"Look, how long will it take to make five pieces of clothing according to this diagram?"
He Rongrong looked at it and asked, "Five days?"
The hospital didn't have a sewing machine, so it would be slow for her to sew by hand. However, the designs Wenjiu gave her were very simple, and they were all long skirts, so she could make two sets a day if she persevered.
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