"I didn't have any good things at home, so I brought my own dumplings."

"I heard that you needed firewood, so my two grandsons went to the mountains to chop some firewood."

Mrs. Zhao was very embarrassed, she really couldn't come up with anything good.

But Jiang Zhiluo saved her life, which is a great kindness.

She is not afraid of death, but if she goes, what will happen to her two grandchildren.

Mrs. Zhao is most at ease with her two grandchildren.

If both grandchildren are married, she may be more reassured.

But now what the conditions of the Zhao family, she knows best.

She still has to live well, do more work, and in another year, she can marry Zhao Dalin's daughter-in-law.

Jiang Zhiluo knew that the Zhao family was not easy, so she beckoned Mrs. Zhao to sit down and poured water for them.

"Grandma Zhao, I also happened to help at that time, you don't have to be so grateful."

"I'd better take these things back and eat them."

Jiang Zhiluo knew that the conditions of the people in Donghe Village were not very good, and they were very tight, not to mention having a full meal, even if they ate some white flour rice on weekdays, they were reluctant.

White-faced dumplings are noble and rare things in the eyes of the villagers, and everyone is willing to do them during the Chinese New Year.

If you don't visit your relatives on weekdays, you won't make white-faced dumplings.

Mrs. Zhao brought a whole basket of white-flour dumplings over, and the Zhao family's conditions showed sincerity.

Old Madam Zhao hurriedly waved her hand and said, "No, no, you saved my life, you are the great benefactor of our Zhao family, we really don't know how to thank you." ”

"If you have anything in the future, just shout, Dalin Erlin has great strength and can help."

What to say, Mrs. Zhao didn't take the white-faced dumplings back.

Zhao Dalin and Zhao Erlin were also grateful to Jiang Zhiluo.

If you say something, you can call them, they can't do anything else, but they have the strength to help with the work in the field and help do things.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at Zhao Dalin and Zhao Erlin's thin appearance, and naturally she wouldn't let them help with any physical work, but she also agreed.

I am also afraid that Grandma Zhao will not go away with this kindness in their hearts.

"Don't worry, if I have something, I'll ask you for help."

Zhao Dalin and Zhao Erlin were very happy, so that they would have the opportunity to repay Sister Jiang for saving their Zhao family.

After they left, Mrs. Cui said helplessly: "These white-faced dumplings are estimated to be the rations of your Grandma Zhao and her family for a long time." ”

"It may even be your Grandma Zhao's white noodles saved up for the New Year."

Mrs. Cui was a little reluctant in her heart.

"But you did save their family, and if you go to the doctor, you will also be charged for the consultation."

But the truth is such a truth, but Mrs. Cui just felt a little bad in her heart.

Jiang Zhiluo knew that Mrs. Cui was kind-hearted, "Mother, you have also seen it, let's not let Grandma Zhao take them back, they said that they would not take it back." ”

"I can only say that when we go back, we made something delicious and sent it over."

Jiang Zhiluo looked at the pile of firewood in the yard, they were all good firewood, and they were all chopped, so it was convenient to use directly.

It can be seen that the Zhao family is very careful.

She is now running a small business and has nothing else to worry about.

But if the business grows big in the future, you may not be able to hire someone to use it, and you may be able to pull the people in the village to help.

It's just that she can't think about it so much for the time being, and she still has to take care of her father's side first.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at the white-flour dumplings in the basket and said, "The white-flour dumplings made by Grandma Zhao are really beautiful, and she also made a pair of fish." ”

Fish is made out of white flour to make the shape of a fish.

The people in the village pay attention to a meaning, that is, there is more than enough every year.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at it carefully, and felt that Mrs. Zhao's hands were so skillful.

Old Madam Cui said with a smile: "I heard your Aunt Zhu say that your Grandma Zhao used to be the most skillful when she was young, and she could make pasta of various shapes. ”

"Whoever does errands in the village, makes some flowers and dumplings, and so on, they all ask your grandmother Zhao to do it."

"It's just that Da Lin Erlin's father and mother went early, your grandmother Zhao cried and hurt her eyes, plus she is old, so don't do these things."

"I guess these dumplings may have been made by Dalin Erlin for your grandmother Zhao."

Jiang Zhiluo's expression moved: "If they help to do it, it is very skillful." ”

"If you have this skill, can you become a chef?"

Mrs. Cui shook her head and said, "How can it be so simple, almost every household in the village will make some pasta." ”

"It's not a cook, it doesn't matter if you go to be an apprentice, no one will accept it, and you have to pay every year to be an apprentice."

It was also after Mrs. Cui was exiled to the village that she realized how difficult it was for ordinary peasant families to learn a craft.

"Some people in our village went to work as apprentices, and they worked for four or five years, and they didn't teach anything at all."

Jiang Zhiluo touched her chin thoughtfully.

If she were to accept disciples in the future, she wouldn't be like that.

……

In the evening, Choi Hejin returned.

After the family had dinner, they washed up and went back to the house, and Jiang Zhiluo got a charcoal pen to write and draw on the paper.

Cui Hejin looked at the busy appearance of his little wife, and a dark color flashed under his eyes.

Recently, Jiang Zhiluo has been really busy, sometimes Mrs. Cui delivers food at noon, and sometimes Cui Hejin brings food.

It's just that there is no kitchen available in the school, and Mr. Li will also help go home to give Cui Hejin a hot meal, and then bring him back to the school.

Cui Hejin sat down at the table, looked down, and looked down at the book.

Time passed little by little, and after a while, Jiang Zhiluo rubbed her eyes sleepily, still a little thirsty.

She got up and was about to pour water, but because she was in a hurry, she was dizzy and almost fell down.

Cui Hejin grabbed her quickly.

Then Jiang Zhiluo suddenly leaned into Cui Hejin's arms.

"Be careful!"

The low-alcohol and crisp voice sounded in the ears, as if with a trace of imperceptible gentleness, as if a feather brushed the tip of the heart, bringing a feeling of numbness.

And so close, she could smell the sultry dark fragrance on his body, which made her heart beat a few times faster.

After a while, Jiang Zhiluo's sleepiness dissipated, and she was directly shocked and sobered up all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry, I ...... I just accidentally ......"

Jiang Zhiluo wanted to explain again, but felt that the more she explained, the more confused it became.

During this time, she was busy doing business and making money, and it seemed that she had talked to Cui Hejin only a handful of times.

So if you get it like this, if you look at Cui Hejin, do you think she took the initiative to give her a hug?

But God knows, she's just getting sleepy drawing of residential designs.

Cui Hejin lowered her head and stretched out her slender fingers, which were as white as jade, and gently stroked her eyebrows, and asked in a soft and clear voice, "Have you been tired lately?" ”

Jiang Zhiluo's eyelashes trembled violently, only to feel that Cui Hejian's fingers had a temperature as cold as jade, and when she touched her eyebrows, it seemed that an electric current flowed through the tip of her heart at once, making her heart tremble.

She was a little overwhelmed.

She looked up at him slightly, and saw that there seemed to be a complicated look in his thin and picturesque eyes.

I don't know if it's her delusion, but I feel that under the candle fire in the room, his eyes seem to have a worried color.

Jiang Zhiluo had a momentary sense of trance, which made her can't help but want to covet this embrace.

(End of chapter)