Chapter 471 - Chapter 471: Chapter 458: Dou Es Injustice (1/2)

Chapter 471: Chapter 458: Dou E’s Injustice

Zhuang Qingning put down the little bamboo basket, deliberately took two steps forward, and intentionally prolonged the ending tone saying, “I’m really leaving now…”

Before her voice even fell, the door was opened with a squeak, Mrs. Wen briskly stepped out, yelling at Zhuang Qingning, “If you leave today, you’re not allowed to step half a step into this courtyard later.”

“I knew Aunt Wen can’t bear to see me leave.” Zhuang Qingning bounced back quickly, stretching out her hands to hold Mrs. Wen’s arm, “Aunt Wen, I haven’t seen you for a long time, do you miss me?”

“I often think about you, Aunt Wen!”

“I didn’t realize you cared for me.” Mrs. Wen snorted coldly, “I bet you were ecstatic these past days without me nagging you.”

“It is just that you haven’t noticed it, it doesn’t mean I haven’t done so.” Zhuang Qingning lifted the small bamboo basket she had just put on the ground, opening the lid on top, “Look, I got up at dawn to make you lotus cake, I also fried some Mahua for you because I know you love sweet and crispy pastries. I worked hard early in the morning and now you say I don’t think about you, I feel really wronged.”

“Thank goodness it’s winter, let the snow fall, it doesn’t matter. But if it was June, I’m the real-life suffering Dou E, I would cry out that I was wronged.”

Listening to Zhuang Qingning’s animated talk, Mrs. Wen couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. She guffawed.

Perhaps feeling embarrassed for laughing first, Mrs. Wen reached out and flicked Zhuang Qingning’s forehead, “You feel wronged? If you’re wronged, then there truly are no wronged people in this world.”

“Speaking of which, these tofu balls, how many do you want to eat?”

“Aunt Wen, I knew you are the kindest to me. I’ll eat as many balls as you have.” Zhuang Qingning laughed gleefully.

Mrs. Wen’s cooking was nothing spectacular, but her tofu spinach soup was terrific. Seasoned with chili and pepper powder, and with enough vinegar added, it tasted sour and spicy – truly appetizing. Topped with a few crispy yet tender tofu balls, it was indescribably delicious.

The only thing that Zhuang Qingning worried about was this soup.

“Eat as many as you want, not afraid of bursting your belly?” Mrs. Wen’s pretended coldness couldn’t hold up and disappeared entirely. She called into the house, “All of you, come out quickly. Big Sister Ning is here, quickly bring out some fruits to serve her.”

The moment her words dropped, several children ran out. Seeing Zhuang Qingning, they enthusiastically called her “sister” and started to clown around. Zhuang Qingning gave each of them the snacks she brought.

Children favored who fed them and spoke to them softly – that person seemed more endearing than their real siblings.

Watching this, Mrs. Wen broke into laughter and walked into the kitchen. She brought out the tofu that she had mashed earlier, added more firewood into the stove, reheated the oil that had cooled down, and started to fry the tofu balls.

Zhuang Qingning stayed at Mrs. Wen’s house until mid-afternoon.

When Zhuang Qingning was about to leave, Mrs. Wen insisted on keeping her, wanting Zhuang Qingning to stay a bit longer.

“Aunt Wen, it’s getting late. If I don’t leave now, it might be dark when I reach home. I will come back to the county town tomorrow, shall I have lunch at your home?” Zhuang Qingning suggested.