After seeing Wen Yanqing off, Jiang Yu went back to tidy up the study.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw that the quilt was folded into neat tofu blocks, with the four corners flat and full, just as smooth as the quilts folded by soldiers in videos in my previous life.
Jiang Yu was a little shocked.
Isn’t Wen Yanqing’s quilt folded so well?
The last time he caught Jiang Xue, his movements were very fast, just like a martial artist practicing martial arts.
Has he ever received professional training?
Then he retired due to poor health?
Thinking about it this way, she realized that she knew very little about Wen Yanqing, and knew nothing about his family.
No, why should she understand him? She shook her head and put the question behind her.
She turned her head and saw two bags on the desk.
She walked over and opened it, only to see that it contained persimmon cakes and some kind of candy she didn't know what it was.
Jiang Yu couldn't help but shake his head and laugh. This must have been left by Wen Yanqing again.
But what's this habit of his? Every time he eats here, he always secretly gives things to me. Is he thinking of exchanging things to make sure we don't owe each other anything?
She sighed inwardly, wondering when she would be able to repay the favor she owed.
She took out a persimmon cake, which was covered with a layer of frost and was the size of a small palm.
When you take a bite, the persimmon cake is soft, sweet and fragrant, and the sugar core fills your entire mouth. It is sweet but not greasy, making you want to eat a second one after eating one.
Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, it was the taste of his childhood.
Jiang Yunzhou ran in with his short legs and saw his sister eating persimmon cakes. He swallowed his saliva and asked, "Sister, what are you eating?"
Jiang Yu looked down and saw the little fellow staring at her eagerly, his rosy little mouth pursed, swallowing secretly.
Jiang Yu suddenly wanted to tease him: "Sister is eating persimmon cakes."
The little guy stared at the persimmon cake in her hand with his watery eyes, almost drooling: "Are persimmon cakes delicious?"
Jiang Yu nodded: "It's delicious, soft and sweet, so delicious!"
After saying so much, she didn't even give him one, and even took another bite in front of him.
Jiang Yunzhou twisted his little finger, blinked his big eyes and asked eagerly: "Sister, can you let Zhou Zhou smell it?"
“Puff—”
Jiang Yu finally couldn't help laughing.
What kind of rare little treasure is this?
My mouth is watering, but I can still hold back and just want to smell it.
She took out two dried persimmons from a paper bag and handed them over: "No need to smell them, this one is for you, and the other one is for Grandpa. But you are still young, and Grandpa hasn't fully recovered yet, so don't eat too many dried persimmons. One at a time is enough."
The little guy's clear black eyes instantly shone, and he took the persimmon cake and said happily, "Thank you, sister."
As he spoke, he took a bite of the persimmon to satisfy his craving, and his eyes became brighter.
It was just as soft and sweet as my sister said.
It’s really delicious!
Jiang Yunzhou licked his lips, then ran contentedly to give the persimmon cake to Grandpa Jiang to share.
Jiang Yu ate two in a row, thinking about what to say in return to Wen Yanqing.
She suddenly remembered that Grandma Shen's house next door seemed to have planted a lot of chrysanthemums, which had bloomed very well recently. If she could get some and make dried chrysanthemum tea, it would be very good for the throat.
So she took a few persimmons and some candies, put them in a paper bag, walked out of the study, saw Jiang Yunzhou playing in the yard, and asked, "Sister is going to Grandma Shen's house, do you want to go with us?"
"I want to go!" Jiang Yunzhou nodded vigorously, "The persimmon cakes are delicious, but it's a pity that Sister Zhuzhu can't eat them." After saying this, there was a hint of regret in his tone.
Now whenever the little guy sees something delicious, he thinks of his good friend Wei Zhuzhu.
Jiang Yu found it a little funny, but she wasn't jealous. Instead, she was happy that the little guy had found a good friend to share delicious food with: "Yes, these are for Zhuzhu and the others."
When Jiang Yunzhou heard that Sister Zhuzhu also had something to eat, he was immediately relieved.
**
After receiving the persimmon cakes and candies, the Wei family not only asked Jiang Yu to pick a lot of chrysanthemums to take home, but also dug up two and specially put them in flowerpots and moved them to the Jiang family.
Jiang Yu cleaned the chrysanthemums and placed them in a ventilated place to dry.
After drying, put them in a steamer and steam them until cooked. Then put the steamed chrysanthemums in the sun again to dry.
It will take seven or eight days to dry the chrysanthemums, which means she won’t be able to give the dried chrysanthemums to Wen Yanqing for the time being.
After finishing these, she was about to go and see how the bread oven she had built earlier was drying, when she heard a knock on the door.
She walked over quickly and saw through the crack in the door a woman holding a little girl standing at the door.
As soon as the door opened, the woman seemed startled to see the wooden door open, and she pulled the little girl back a step.
Jiang Yu took a look at the woman. She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, of medium build, with regular features and dark skin. When her eyes fell on her daughter, she knew who the woman was.
Ma Mei's adulterer's wife, the educated youth who has returned to the city.
But she was a little confused. Why did she come to see her?
Seeing Grandpa Jiang looking around in the living room and preparing to come out, Jiang Yu was afraid that Grandpa Jiang would know that Jiang Yunfan had been expelled from school before. After all, the old man had just been discharged from the hospital. So he said goodbye to Grandpa Jiang, walked out, closed the door, and motioned the woman to go to the alley next to him.
"Hello, are you Comrade Jiang?" Liu Xianglian said with an apologetic smile.
Jiang Yu nodded, pretending not to know her and asked, "Who are you?"
Liu Xianglian: "Hello, Duan Weiwen is my ex-husband. I came here to thank you."
Jiang Yu frowned: "Your husband's affairs have nothing to do with me."
Liu Xianglian echoed, "Yes, yes, Comrade Jiang is right. This matter has nothing to do with Comrade Jiang. That bastard deserves it!"
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