This is why, despite their modest means, the Zhao family was able to send five yuan to Zhao Qianjin every month—because Zhao's parents were extremely biased towards their only son, favoring him over women.
So Zhao Qianjin had never even entered the kitchen before, let alone cooked, and today was actually his first time cooking.
The plate of eggs served to Yang Wanqiu was the result of Zhao Qianjin's several failed attempts.
However, it was only passable in appearance; as for the inside, there was too much salt, and it wasn't even mixed properly, so Yang Wanqiu almost died after taking one bite.
Actually, Yang Wanqiu didn't notice the saltiness of the eggs because they were too salty. The oil used to fry the eggs wasn't actually hot; if Yang Wanqiu had tasted it carefully, she could have detected a hint of raw soybean oil.
Even more tragically, because Yang Wanqiu couldn't bear to buy a teapot or water cup, she usually just scooped water from the water tank in the kitchen to drink. She didn't know where the water bottle she brought to work had been thrown away during the day's chaos.
So when the salty, bitter egg entered her mouth, Yang Wanqiu instinctively panicked and wanted to get up to find water. However, in her haste, she accidentally touched her wound, and immediately cried out in pain, breaking out in a cold sweat.
The windows were all open at the moment, and Chen Shuning and He Chaoyang, who were talking in the yard, heard Yang Wanqiu's screams, but neither of them had any intention of going inside to check.
The voice paused only briefly before continuing with what needed to be done.
After He Chaoyang finished the milk tea in one gulp, Chen Shuning was happy to receive his affirmation. She happily ladled out a small wooden basin of milk tea and planned to take it to Wang Chunni and Xu Laidi, who had just finished cleaning up the dishes and returned to the front yard.
He Chaoyang found the little girl's high ponytail swinging behind her head particularly adorable.
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