Yun Jin smiled and nodded, accepting the gifts prepared for them from He Tingchuan. She also prepared a gift for He Zizhen. Compared to the gifts from Beijing, her gifts were just so-so, but they were still a token of her goodwill.
Sister-in-law He and the others politely accepted the gifts. He Zizhen glanced at the reed handicrafts that Yun Jin had bought. They were custom-made by an old craftsman and looked like a cute little rabbit reed weaving.
It's clear that He Zizhen doesn't seem to like it very much.
Yun Jin said it was impossible not to care, but she had seen a lot of good things in the capital, so it didn't matter if she didn't like them.
After exchanging greetings, Mrs. He said, "You all go about your business. They've been traveling for two days and are tired. Go wash up, have breakfast, and take a nap. Once they've had a good rest, they can go out for a walk."
"Okay, let's go upstairs then!" Yun Jin couldn't have been happier; she smelled terrible.
In those days, everyone on the train was completely silent.
After getting off the train, the smell on you is so strong that you can't even get close to it without washing yourself thoroughly.
As soon as Yun Jin and He Tingchuan went upstairs, He's mother went to the kitchen to check. Knowing that Yun Jin liked pork offal noodles, she asked the housekeeper to buy some pork offal so she could cook a bowl of pork offal noodles for her later.
Upon hearing this, Sister-in-law He laughed and said, "What's wrong with liking pork offal? The fried liver in Beijing is quite good. Mom, don't bother with that. I'll go buy her some fried liver."
“No need, they’re not from Beijing, how could they be used to fried liver?” Mrs. He said, putting on her apron and starting to soak rice noodles.
Seeing that she had no opportunity to use her skills, Sister-in-law He went back to her room to avoid being seen by Mother He and made to make breakfast for her new sister-in-law, which she did not want to do at all!
He Zizhen yawned, intending to go back to catch up on her sleep. The little rabbit knitting she was holding fell to the ground and she stepped on it. She lazily picked it up, curled her lips in disgust, and threw it into the trash can by the door when no one was looking.
Mr. He, who was smoking in his study, happened to witness this scene. He recognized that the woven handicraft was a gift from Yun Jin, and that his eldest granddaughter had just thrown it away. He narrowed his old eyes and was a little unhappy.
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