The Space Doctor Became the Favorite of the Exiled Powerful Minister - #79 - Chapter 79: embrace

 “There is nothing good at home, so I brought some cakes made by myself.”

“I heard that you needed firewood, so my two grandsons went to the mountain to cut some firewood.”

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

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

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

Old Mrs. Zhao is most worried about her two grandchildren.

 She might feel more at ease if her two grandsons were married and started a business.

 But she knows the conditions of the Zhao family best.

She has to live well and work more, and in one year she will be able to marry Zhao Dalin.

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

“Grandma Zhao, I happened to help you at that time, so you don’t need to be so grateful.”

 “It’s better to take these things back and eat them.”

Jiang Zhiluo knew that the conditions of the people in Donghe Village were not very good, and their lives were very tight. Not to mention having enough food, they were reluctant to even eat some white flour rice on weekdays.

To the villagers, things like white-flour pastry are considered noble and rare, and they are only willing to make them during the Chinese New Year.

 If we don’t visit relatives on weekdays, we won’t be able to make white flour cakes.

 Old Mrs. Zhao brought over a whole basket of white flour dumplings, which showed her sincerity based on the Zhao family’s conditions.

Mrs. Zhao quickly waved her hand and said: “No, no, you saved my life and are a great benefactor to our Zhao family. We really don’t know how to thank you.”

“From now on, if you need anything, just call out. Dalin and Erlin are strong and can help.”

No matter what she said, Mrs. Zhao would not take the white flour cake back.

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

 Just call them if you need anything. They don’t know how to do anything else, but they have the strength to help with the work in the fields.

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 agreed.

I am also afraid that Grandma Zhao and the others will feel bad about this kindness in their hearts.

“Don’t worry, if anything happens to me, 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 flour dumplings will probably be your grandma Zhao’s family’s ration for a long time.”

“It might even be the white flour that your grandma Zhao saved for the New Year.”

Mrs. Cui felt a little sorry.

“But you did save their family. If you see a doctor, you will also be charged a medical fee.”

 But the truth is this, but Mrs. Cui just feels a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhiluo knew that Mrs. Cui was kind-hearted, “Mom, you also saw it. We asked Grandma Zhao and the others to take it back, but they said nothing.”

“We can only go back and make some delicious food to send over.”

Jiang Zhiluo looked at the pile of firewood placed in the yard. They were all good firewood and had been chopped, so they could be used directly.

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

 She is now running a small business and can’t care about anything else.

But if the business gets bigger in the future and it is not possible to hire people, maybe you can get help from the villagers.

 It’s just that she can’t think about that much right now. She still has to take care of her parents first.

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

 Fish is made of white flour into the shape of a fish.

 The people in the village pay attention to a metaphor, which is to have more than enough every year.

Jiang Zhiluo looked at it carefully and felt that Mrs. Zhao’s hands were really skillful. Mrs. Cui smiled and said: “I heard from your Aunt Zhu that your grandma Zhao was the most dexterous when she was young and could make various shapes of pasta.”

“Anyone in the village who does errands and makes food or other things will ask you, Grandma Zhao, to do it.”

“It’s just that Dalin and Erlin’s parents left early, and your grandma Zhao hurt her eyes from crying. Plus, she’s old and doesn’t do this much anymore.”

“I estimate that Dalin Erlin may have made these dumplings for you, Grandma Zhao.”

Jiang Zhiluo’s expression changed and she said, “If they helped to do it, then they are very skillful.”

“If you have this skill, can you be a chef?”

Mrs. Cui shook her head and said: “It’s not that simple. Almost every household in the village can make some pasta.”

“This is not considered cooking. No one will accept you as an apprentice, and you have to pay every year as an apprentice.”

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

“Some people in our village went to work as apprentices and worked for four or five years in vain. They didn’t teach them anything at all.”

Jiang Zhiluo touched her chin, thoughtfully.

If she takes on a disciple in the future, she won’t be like this.

 …

 In the evening, Cui Hejin came back.

The family washed up and went back to the house after dinner. Jiang Zhiluo got a charcoal pen and wrote and drew on the paper.

 Cui Hejin looked at his young wife’s busy appearance, and a dim light flashed across his eyes.

Jiang Zhiluo has been really busy recently. Sometimes Mrs. Cui brings meals at noon, and sometimes Cui Hejin brings meals.

It’s just that the school doesn’t have a kitchen available, so Mr. Li will also help go home and heat rice for Cui Hejin, and then bring it back to the school for him.

Cui Hejin sat down at the table, calmed down his expression, and lowered his head to read.

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

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

Cui Hejin hugged her quickly with quick eyes and hands.

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

“careful!”

The low-alcohol and clear voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness, as if a feather was brushing against the tip of my heart, giving me a tingling feeling.

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

After a while, Jiang Zhiluo’s sleepiness dissipated, and she was so shocked that she suddenly woke up.

 “I’m sorry, I…I just accidentally…”

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

During this period, she was busy doing business to make money, and it seemed that she could only talk to Cui Hejin very often.

So in this case, from Cui Hejin’s point of view, does it mean that she took the initiative to throw herself into her arms?

 But God knows, she just got sleepy from drawing house design drawings.

 Cui Hejin lowered his head and stretched out his slender fingers as white as jade to gently touch her eyebrows, and asked in a soft and clear voice: “Are you tired recently?”

Jiang Zhiluo’s eyelashes trembled fiercely. She felt Cui Hejin’s fingers were as cold as jade. When they touched her eyebrows, it was as if electric current flowed through her heart, making her heart tremble.

 She was a little overwhelmed.

She raised her head slightly to look at him, and saw a complicated look in his charming and picturesque eyes.

I don’t know if it was her imagination, but she felt that under the candlelight in the room, his eyes seemed to be filled with worry.

Jiang Zhiluo felt dazed for a moment, and she couldn’t help but want to be greedy for this embrace. (End of chapter)