A gentle breeze wafted by, carrying the sweet fragrance of flowers and grass.
Watching Wang Qiqiang's cheerful figure, Yuan Doudou couldn't help but feel a little worried. She remembered her godmother's words: if her godmother knew that her brother had fallen in love, she didn't know how she would handle the situation.
Love and longing are like tangled threads, impossible to unravel.
She shook her head; a wise person doesn't fall in love, and she kept that in mind.
As soon as Yuan Doudou got home, Ye Xiaoqian rushed over and asked anxiously, "How did it go? What did he say?"
Yuan Doudou clutched her knee and groaned, "My leg hurts."
Ye Xiaoqian quickly helped her to the bedside, and after she sat down, she went to pour her some water. "Are you thirsty? Come and drink some water."
Yuan Doudou took the cup and drank it all in one gulp. Then she saw Ye Xiaoqian bring a palm-leaf fan to fan her, being very attentive.
"Is it cool?" Ye Xiaoqian asked with a fawning smile.
Yuan Doudou pursed her lips and nodded, feeling a deep sadness in her heart.
"Xiaoqian, sit down, I have something to tell you."
What's meant to come will come.
Ye Xiaoqian sat down obediently, her legs together.
She fluttered her long eyelashes and opened her eyes wide.
"Just say what you want to say. I, Ye Xiaoqian, have been traveling the world for over ten years and have seen all kinds of storms. Don't worry, I can accept both good and bad."
Yuan Doudou remained silent for a long time, which gave her a bad feeling.
The air suddenly became quiet, and Yuan Doudou felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
"Well, Xiaoqian, I told your godmother about your situation, and she thinks it's not appropriate for you to be from out of town."
Ah, you finally said it.
Ye Xiaoqian's smile froze; just as she had expected.
"Does your godbrother think the same way?" she still wouldn't give up.
Well, that's the most difficult part.
Should I tell her that Wang Qiqiang also has feelings for her?
"He wasn't home when I went there." Her eyes darted away as she lied.
Ye Xiaoqian's dim eyes brightened again.
Wang Qiqiang's silence indicates that there is still hope.
Little did she know that Wang Qiqiang was a well-known filial son in the village, who obeyed his mother's every word without question.
Yuan Doudou couldn't bear to hurt her any further, so she kept quiet.
For dinner, Yuan Doudou went to the kitchen to help An Rong cook.
"Go and rest, I'll take care of it." An Rong grabbed a handful of dry grass and put it into the stove.
Yuan Doudou didn't move. She picked up a purple eggplant and cut it into chunks.
Seeing this, An Rong stopped talking.
Yuan Doudou has been very diligent since she was a child. As long as she can do it, whether it's cooking, mopping the floor, or washing clothes, she will do it on her own initiative without the adults having to say a word.
Coat the sliced eggplant with flour, heat oil in a pan, fry the eggplant on several sides, sprinkle with a little soy sauce, add an appropriate amount of water, and bring to a boil over high heat.
Soon, the aroma of eggplant filled the air.
When there's no meat available, pan-fried eggplant is a good choice, as it can taste like meat.
People living in the north never lack cowpeas, eggplants, tomatoes, and cucumbers in the summer.
These are all her favorite foods, and she can never get enough of them.
After the eggplant was cooked, Yuan Doudou cracked three eggs, scrambled them, heated oil in a wok, poured in the eggs, cooked them, and then served them.
In the same pan with the oil, add the tomatoes cut into chunks and stir-fry until they release their juices. Add a little water, then add the eggs and a pinch of salt. Stir-fry evenly and remove from heat.
The corn porridge is ready, all that's left is the flatbread.
She kneaded the dough she had prepared in advance many times until the surface of the dough became smooth.
Divide the dough into small portions, continue kneading, and roll them out into circles about the size of a plate using a small rolling pin.
"Making pancakes?" An Rong recalled that when he was a child, his mother would make thin white flour pancakes when he was sick.
He could never get enough of the food; he always wanted more after finishing it.
Yuan Doudou held it in her hand but didn't eat a single bite. After he finished eating, she would timidly say that she wasn't hungry.
Finally, he will eat the pancake.
Her mother always said that Yuan Doudou would spoil him by acting like this, but she just smiled and said nothing.
"Make a few more." An Rong watched her skillfully roll out the thin pancakes; she must have learned it from her mother.
Three years ago, when he left, Yuan Doudou didn't know how to make these kinds of noodles.
"You've had a tough three years." An Rong's expression somber; she knew she would have to entrust the family to her from now on.
Yuan Doudou was stunned, not expecting him to say this suddenly, and was somewhat at a loss for words.
"Yes, she really works very hard." Ye Xiaoqian came in from outside.
With a husband like you, it's hard for her not to have a hard life.
Yuan Doudou sighed, "Didn't I tell her to watch her words? Why did she shoot at An Rong again?"
An Rong's face turned cold, and he did not reply.
"Xiaoqian, are you hungry? Have a pancake." The freshly made pancakes are golden brown on both sides and smell of wheat.
When Ye Xiaoqian smelled the aroma of the pancakes, she completely forgot to criticize An Rong.
She took the pancake and said with a shy smile, "Then I won't be polite."
People who roam the world are often a bit fierce, valuing righteousness and not bothered by trifles.
Ye Xiaoqian took a big bite; the thin crust was very chewy.
It would be even more enjoyable if you could add some shredded pickled vegetables.
"DouDou, I've eaten at least a hundred kinds of steamed buns all over the country, but yours are the best." Ye Xiaoqian praised.
You can eat a couple of these steamed buns even if you're not hungry.
"Eat more if you like it." It's good to live with someone like Ye Xiaoqian. She's not picky about food, she eats whatever you make, and she always says everything is delicious.
The person cooking was delighted to hear that.
Ye Xiaoqian hurried to share with Anji, as she, as an adult, felt embarrassed to eat alone.
"You eat too." An Rong had been holding back for a long time, finally waiting for Ye Xiaoqian to come out.
Yuan Doudou smiled and said, "No rush, I'm not hungry yet."
Once everything was cooked, we all ate together, as she didn't have the habit of eating while cooking.
He was worried that Ye Xiaoqian would eat all the pancakes at the party, since she was a girl with a huge appetite.
Looking at his wife, her face was so thin it was only the size of a palm, and her arms were as thin as bamboo poles. It was all because she wasn't eating enough.
Ye Xiaoqian can eat so much, and Yuan Doudou is eating less and less. She must be trying to save food for her.
He wasn't a stingy person, but he didn't want someone in his house stealing his food.
An Rong was determined to get rid of Ye Xiaoqian.
During dinner, Anrong kept putting food on DouDou's plate, and after putting food on her plate, she would busy herself getting pancakes.
Every time Ye Xiaoqian reached out to take a pancake from the plate, he would stop her.
“Miss Ye, eating too much at night will easily make you gain weight,” An Rong said coldly.
Ye Xiaoqian patted her stomach. She had only eaten three pieces and was still half full. She shouldn't gain weight, right?
She secretly glanced at Yuan Doudou. Without comparison, there is no harm. Li Linglong's figure was petite and curvaceous. She was well-endowed in the right places and slim in the right places. She was very envious.
She reluctantly picked up the porridge and slurped it down. After eating the fragrant steamed buns, drinking this thin and watery porridge was truly tasteless.
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