Chapter 32: Arrangement
“You guys eat first, I'll go get some dishes.” Li Yuwei said with a cheerful smile. She went back and forth twice before Ying Sisi made her first trip. She was just about to reach the entrance of the living room, holding the plate of braised pork with cabbage and vermicelli, when Li Yuwei took it from her again. “The dishes are all ready.”
Ying Sisi: "..."
“Wow, braised pork with cabbage and vermicelli. You guys really eat well.”
“Isn't it because you're here?” Li Yuwei is skilled at flattering people. “Hurry up and eat while it's hot.”
Aunt Zeng is very flattered, feeling appreciated. She grabs her chopsticks, looks at the dish, and secretly swallows. “I won't be polite then.”
“Don't be polite.”
Before the words are finished, Hu Niu is the first to pick up his chopsticks. The vermicelli is soft and slippery with a good chew, the pork belly is fragrant and delicious. It's delicious enough to make your mouth water.
He ate almost half of the dish by himself, and finished five steamed buns.
Aunt Zeng and her daughter Hu Xiaoqian together eat as much as Hu Niu alone.
Song Hanmei's heart bleeds.
The three of them ate as much as her ten steamed buns.
It's only because it's New Year's and the unit gave out a lot of rice, noodles, oil, and meat that they can improve their food.
On ordinary days, they can't afford to eat these refined grains every day.
Aunt Zeng finishes eating and wipes her mouth with her sleeve. “Hanmei, it's getting late. It's a long way home and the ground is slippery. Where are you planning on letting us sleep?”
Song Hanmei has already made a plan. “Sisi, you and your great-aunt will share sleeping quarters. Yuwei, you and your aunt Xiaoqian shall also share accommodations. Daniu will sleep on a mat on the floor.”
“Alright.” Hu Niu has eaten and drunk his fill. He is full of energy.
Aunt Zeng is very satisfied with this arrangement. She plans to open the door for her son after everyone goes to sleep at night.
After dinner.
Ying Sisi cleans the table and the kitchen. She returns to her room and smells a strong stench of feet. It makes her wrinkle her nose.
Aunt Zeng is already lying down.
“Girl, are the clothes on the table made by you?”
Ying Sisi answers perfunctorily. “Yes.”
“You're so skillful. The needlework is as neat as if it was done by a sewing machine. Make me a set of clothes tomorrow.”
Ying Sisi is dumbfounded.
What?
Even her mother-in-law has never made such a request. Why does an outsider have the nerve to do this?
This is crazy.
Just like Li Yuwei.
They truly share the same bloodline.
She sits at her desk, puts on her thimble, and continues sewing.
Aunt Zeng urges her. “Girl, it's not early anymore. Go to bed.”
“You go to bed first.”
Aunt Zeng gets anxious. She gets out of bed and turns off the light. “Girl, sorry. The light is too bright. I can't sleep.”
Ying Sisi is angry.
Taking her bed and even turning off the light for her.
How can she be like that?
She angrily puts away her needlework and goes out.
Aunt Zeng waits for Ying Sisi to get into bed. But she hears the door opening and asks anxiously, “Girl, where are you going?”
“To do some needlework.”
“What are you doing with needlework so late at night? If anything is missing from your room, don't blame me.”
“Nothing will be missing.” Ying Sisi has already hidden her valuables in a locked box under her bed. She carries the key with her at all times. Unless someone picks the lock.
As she's going out, Hu Niu greets her. “Sisi, why aren't you sleeping yet?”
“Mind your own business!” Ying Sisi coldly glares at him.
She has lived with other people since she was little and has seen all kinds of people.
Hu Niu looks around, suspicious. Plus, his mother said he doesn't have a girlfriend. She immediately classifies him as a dangerous person.
If someone is being overly helpful without a reason, it must be either out of kindness or for something more sinister.
Perhaps Hu Niu is an exception. After all, there's a saying that you can't judge a book by its cover, but she can't afford to be complacent.
Hu Niu, having his advances met with a cold shoulder, flushes crimson. “. . . You, how dare you talk to me like that?”
(End of Chapter)
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