Chapter 02 Chapter 2
His strong eyebrows dimmed. Jia Guoye thought that it was enough to keep those past events in his memory.
...
Jia Guoye continued to cook.
He was frying shredded potatoes when Jia Yourui walked in.
She looked at him, her eyes were beautiful to begin with, and after being washed by tears, they were even clearer and brighter.
Her face was as white as powder, and she said with a delicate expression: "Guoye, I'm a little hungry."
Jia Guoye said: "Wait a moment, the food will be ready soon."
The spatula in his hand slipped, and his calm appearance concealed his inner excitement.
"Okay."
Jia Yourui moved a small stool over, put her legs together, and sat down properly, looking very well-behaved.
"It's smoky here."
Jia Guoye said, "You go wait outside."
"No problem." Jia Yourui shook her head and smiled, "I'm going to take a shower tonight."
"Yeah."
Jia Guoye stopped talking and quickened his movements.
But he could feel Jia Yourui's presence, and he couldn't do simple things well. He scooped a spoonful of water to boil the soup, but his hand shook and he poured out half a spoonful.
Fortunately, the meal was simple, so he didn't have any more chances to embarrass himself even if he panicked.
"Let's cook the meat too."
Jia Yourui glanced at the fresh meat hanging on the wall and said, "The temperature is a bit high, and the meat will taste bad if it's left for a long time."
Jia Guoye looked at the meat hanging on the wall.
After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Okay."
Jia Guoye kept his face silent, and the atmosphere around him became heavy and sad.
The meat was sliced and the fat was cooked, sizzling with oil.
Jia Yourui thought his reaction was a little strange.
Why did he seem a little helpless and sad?
Jia Yourui frowned and carefully recalled her youth.
...
After a long time, she suddenly realized:
this meat might have been given to her by a man.
Jia Yourui remembered that after she was framed by Jia Wenqing, she was reluctantly forced by her father to marry Jia Guoye. She was heartbroken and broken-hearted for a while. After
a serious illness, she fell.
Looking at those men who competed to show their courtesy in front of her, Jia Yourui felt contemptuous and amused. She played with their feelings to numb her own pain, occasionally paying attention to them to have some fun, and almost all of their gifts were accepted...
The aroma of meat oil and green onions filled the entire small kitchen.
Looking at the calm Jia Guoye, Jia Yourui felt a surge of sadness in her heart, as if her heart was being pulled.
I'm sorry.
Jia Yourui said to herself, and then walked forward.
She hugged his waist from behind, pressed against his back, and said in a low voice: "You'd better not fry it. I feel a little sick and don't want to eat meat."
Jia Guoye's whole body stiffened immediately, and he didn't turn around.
After a long time, the meat turned black.
Jia Guoye swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
...
There were two dishes on the table, stir-fried potato shreds and pickled cabbage and boiled tofu, and the staple food was mung bean porridge.
Jia Yourui tied up her loose hair with a simple wooden hairpin, revealing her fair and slender neck.
She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a few potato shreds and put them into her mouth.
Although there was not much oil or water, her taste was always light, so it was quite suitable for her to eat.
Jia Yourui chewed slowly, eating in a gentle manner. The hand holding the chopsticks was bony and slender, with white nails and white wrists, as beautiful as a picture of a lady.
Sugar was added to the mung bean porridge, and Jia Guoye put a spoon in her bowl. She put down her chopsticks and scooped the porridge in small sips.
Jia Guoye took the bowl and drank the porridge in big mouthfuls, occasionally picking up some shredded potatoes and pickled cabbage, but not touching the tofu.
Tofu is fresh and tender, and it is one of the few foods that poor people can enjoy. When there is no meat to eat, tofu is the best substitute.
Although Jia Yourui has a good appetite, she can't eat much. She reluctantly finished the porridge, ate some vegetables, and put down her chopsticks.
"I'm full." She said.
Jia Guoye raised his head and looked at her: "Eat more."
Jia Yourui shook her head, touched her stomach, and smiled and said: "I can't eat anymore."
She is beautiful, and she is charming with just a slight expression.
"Okay."
Jia Guoye lowered his head and continued to drink the porridge.
...
Jia Yourui picked up the spoon, and the color of her hands was brighter than white porcelain.
She scooped out the few remaining tofu and placed them in the almost empty bowl of shredded potatoes in front of Jia Guoye.
She said, "Eat the tofu, don't waste it." After she
said that, Jia Yourui felt something was wrong.
She wanted Jia Guoye to eat some tofu, but the reason she gave was inappropriate.
She had the thoughts of many years later in her mind, and thought that eating leftovers was unhygienic, but at this time of poverty, there was no reason to waste it, and the leftovers could be eaten next time.
Sure enough, Jia Guoye said, "You can save it for dinner."
She was a little embarrassed and said, "Okay."
Jia Yourui stretched out her hand, ready to scoop the tofu back.
"No need to scoop it back, I'll eat it."
Jia Guoye stopped her action, put the tofu into the bowl, and buried his head in porridge.
......
Jia Yourui looked at the yard and asked, "What solar term is it now?"
The sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight in the yard was dazzling. Fortunately, there was a dense green bamboo forest behind the house, so the house was relatively cool.
Jia Guoye replied, "It will be the Lesser Heat in two days."
She put her hands on the table, propped up her chin, looked lazy, looked out the door, and said, "No wonder the sun is so strong."
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Jia Guoye finished lunch and stood up to clean up the dishes.
"Let me help."
Jia Yourui stood up, and just as she picked up her empty bowl, he snatched it away.
Jia Guoye didn't look at her, and said while cleaning up, "No, there are not many bowls."
Jia Yourui stared at her empty hands in a daze.
Her thoughts drifted far away, thinking of the past.
In their previous life, they were middle-aged companions, and Jia Guoye was already successful and famous at that time. She heard that he was very powerful and sharp in the business world.
But it was just hearsay, she had never seen Jia Guoye like that.
Jia Guoye in front of her had no temper at all. She was already in her forties at that time and was spoiled like a little girl. The ups and downs in the first half of her life made her character calm, but after reuniting with him, her originally calm temperament was pampered by him again.
He coaxed her when she was angry, and he accompanied her silently when she was in a bad mood and ignored her. As for spending money and clothes, it goes without saying that he bought them for her almost in batches. Jia Guoye didn't let her do anything. Even when he was on a business trip, he would never forget to call her every day when he was busy.
He was taciturn and didn't know how to say sweet words, but he was really good to her.
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Jia Guoye put away the dishes and chopsticks, and Jia Yourui was still in a daze with her head down.
He was sensitive, especially to her.
Jia Guoye thought that he had made her unhappy by stealing the bowl.
He hesitated for a moment and put down the dishes.
Jia Guoye looked at her and said sincerely, "I'm sorry."
?
Jia Yourui woke up from her memories. She raised her head and said reflexively, "It's okay."
Then she looked at him, wondering why he apologized.
Jia Guoye was relieved to see that Jia Yourui looked fine.
"Go in and rest." Jia Guoye said.
"Okay."
Jia Yourui said, "Remember to rest too."
"Yeah."
He picked up the dishes, turned around and walked out of the room.
...
Jia Yourui returned to the room, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar.
She looked left and right.
Jia Yourui touched the dressing table and opened the cabinet again.
The cabinet has three layers in total. The top layer is filled with quilts and bamboo mats, the middle layer is filled with her seasonal clothes, and the bottom layer is filled with thick clothes for autumn and winter.
There are two drawers under the second layer of the closet. One of them is locked. She forgot where the key was, so she could only open the other unlocked drawer. Inside were some wool, a sewing box, and some scraps of cloth.
She picked up each item with nostalgia and examined it carefully.
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After closing the cabinet door, she walked to the dressing table and sat down.
Her young and beautiful face appeared in the mirror.
She had been praised for having an amazing face since she was a child. Her parents and brothers and sisters all said that she was a golden phoenix that was born in the wrong place, and they even joked that she might have been given the wrong child in the hospital.
The daughter was born when her parents were middle-aged. She was spoiled and brought up. Children of the same age were already helping them with household chores, but she stayed in the house all day playing with dolls.
People in the village told her parents that girls should learn to do things, otherwise how could they get married in the future? Even if they got married, they would suffer. If you don't teach them at home, the mother-in-law won't love them.
This actually made sense. Her mother was worried about her, and finally started to teach her to do housework after she was twelve years old. However, she had been spoiled and was clumsy at work. It was no big deal if she broke a bowl, but she always hurt her hands. Then she apologized to her mother with red eyes, saying that Xiaorui had done something wrong and she was sorry.
Mother was so distressed that she shed tears. She was unwilling to let her work anymore. She held her hand and breathed on it, saying, "Our little treasure is born with hands that don't work."
Father even said, "It's a good thing that our little treasure can't work. She won't have to work for the rest of her life."
At that time, parents probably wanted to bribe her.