Chapter 171 Not Too Embarrassed
Zhuang Qingning pursed her lips.
Mrs. Wen is getting older. She used to be strong and healthy, so her children didn't worry too much about her. But now she has just fallen ill, and they are naturally worried about her. They think it would be best for her to stay by their side.
As for Wen, she has been used to being free for so many years. If she is suddenly thrust into a big family, I'm afraid she will not be able to adapt.
Moreover, Wen was aware of her own temper. Occasionally for a day or two, she could still control her temper and not criticize others in a sarcastic way or lose her temper easily. But as time went on, she was afraid she would not be able to control herself.
Wen probably feared that if she got angry, Zhuang Yutian and Zhuang Yucheng would not be able to enjoy their old age with their children and grandchildren, as they had planned, but would instead cause chaos and make them unable to live in peace.
It’s no wonder that Mrs. Wen would not agree to this.
"It's probably for good reason that Aunt Wen doesn't want to go. This matter can't be rushed. Please try to persuade her slowly, uncles."
Zhuang Qingning said, "If I get the chance, I'll also say a few words in front of my aunt and see if it works."
During this period of time, Zhuang Qingning often served Wen at home. Zhuang Yutian and Zhuang Yucheng could see that Zhuang Qingning held a very important position in Wen's heart. If she was willing to persuade him, that would be the best thing.
"Then thank you in advance, little girl Ning."
Zhuang Yutian rubbed his hands in delight and said, "Let's talk to my mother about our filial piety."
"Don't worry." Zhuang Qingning agreed readily.
Zhuang Qingning went to the tofu shop to check it out first, while the brothers Zhuang Yutian and Zhuang Yucheng talked to Wen for a while. Seeing that Wen could not be persuaded, they stopped trying to persuade her and just said that they would go back first and visit her another day.
Wen was annoyed by the advice she had just received, so she didn't want to keep the two of them. She just told them not to come back all the time and bother her all the time.
The two brothers went out angrily, said goodbye to Zhuang Qingning, and asked Zhuang Qingning to say a few good words for them in front of Mrs. Wen, and then hurried back to their respective homes.
Zhuang Qingning inspected the tofu shop carefully.
Zhuang Mingliang was steady in his work and everything was fine. Moreover, he had been working in the tofu shop for quite some time and had become more and more skilled. In Zhuang Qingning's opinion, his tofu-making skills were much more proficient than hers.
Zhuang Qingning was very satisfied. He went into the house to check on Wen before the tofu was pressed and Zhuang Sifu came to deliver the tofu.
At this moment, Wen was in the house taking out needle and thread to mend the hole in her clothes that she had accidentally made.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and the light in the yard was quite dazzling. The scattered light in the house was soft, and one could see clearly. However, Mrs. Wen was old, and her eyesight was not very good. She squinted her eyes as she threaded the needle.
"Aunt, please let us do this kind of work. It's very troublesome for us to do it here by ourselves." Zhuang Qingning walked over, took the needle and thread from Wen's hand, and deftly threaded the thread into the needle hole.
"You are a little girl, how can you sew good stitches?" Wen glanced at her and took back the threaded needle: "Don't think I don't know that the clothes for you and Sui are usually made by the Yonghe family. It's not certain whether you have touched the needle and thread on weekdays. But you are here to brag about it now. You really don't feel ashamed."
"The needle and thread must have been handled before, and the stitches are also very good to see."
Zhuang Qingning smiled and said, "There is a reason for letting others make clothes, but it doesn't necessarily mean that you let others make them because you don't know how to make them."
"It's just like why you, Auntie, don't move in with Uncle Yutian and Uncle Yucheng. It's the same reason."
Wen had just inserted the needle into her clothes, and for a moment she forgot to pull it out.
Yes, when Zhuang Qingning rented the tofu shop earlier, she was so confident in the tofu she made. She must have known that the tofu business would get better and better, and become bigger and bigger. At that time, she would definitely need people to help her run the tofu shop and sell the tofu.
She asked He to help her make clothes, firstly because doing it herself would take up too much time to make money at the tofu shop, and it would be more efficient to let someone who is more skilled do it. Secondly, it was just a test of the relationship between the two parties, and even some small things to maintain the relationship between the two families.
It was indeed as Zhuang Qingning said. It was not necessarily that she could not sew, but that she did it on purpose.
As for what Zhuang Qingning said, the reason why she didn't want to live with Zhuang Yutian and Zhuang Yucheng...
Wen glanced at Zhuang Qingning, pulled out the needle, rubbed it on her scalp, and then stuck it back into her clothes.
Wen usually does needlework. Even at her old age, she has not given up this skill. The needle is inserted at an angle, and after sewing, the stitches are almost invisible from the outside, and the clothes she sews are also smooth and flat.
"You know this now?" Mrs. Wen snorted coldly and continued sewing clothes.
"I'm just guessing, I don't know if it's correct." Zhuang Qingning replied with a grin.
After a long silence, Mrs. Wen continued, "Since you know, I won't hide it from you. Living with them will make me feel so depressed that I will die."
"I still have to worry about whether what I said is right or not, whether they are happy or not. Just thinking about it makes me tired. I am already so old, and I am afraid I will not live for much longer. Now you still want to restrict me and make me worry about this and that. It is too uncomfortable."
"It's better to just make do with it here, living one day at a time. At least people are happy. As for whether you can live to a ripe old age, that's not something people can worry about. It depends on God. If God wants you to live, then you can live. But if God doesn't want you to live, no matter how well you calculate, you still won't live."
"Girl, don't bother trying to persuade me. I think this is a good time now. I don't have to worry about so many things."
Zhuang Qingning blinked.
I have to say that what Wen said makes sense.
I had advised her before to control her temper, although it was also for her own good, to prevent her from losing her temper and saying unpleasant things, which would cause her to have a bad relationship with Zhuang Yutian and Zhuang Yucheng, and she would feel bad about it.
Now that the matter has been discussed, Zhuang Yucheng and Zhuang Yutian can understand the difficulties of a widowed mother. They don't care about everything and just go along with her. She no longer has to feel sad because of her children's dissatisfaction and alienation.
But this obedience is only temporary.
Just like there is no filial son by the bedside of a long-term patient, nothing can withstand the passage of time.
If it happens once or twice, I won’t care about it. If it happens three or four times, I won’t take it to heart. But if it happens eight or ten times, I will be unable to withstand the sudden explosion of the anger that has been accumulating in my heart.
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