Chapter 7 - 7 Chapter 007 Aunt Wen (1/2)
7 Chapter 007 Aunt Wen
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“How can we let it go? Tomorrow morning, bring me a dozen eggs. I’ll go to the village chief.” Zhuang Ruman said, “The village chief is reasonable and values family harmony the most. I’ll talk to him about this.”
“When the village chief speaks, the others naturally won’t dare to side with those two brats anymore.”
“Yes, you, the head of the family, have great ideas.” Seeing that Zhuang Ruman had a plan, Mrs. Song broke into a wide smile.
“Once this is over and those two brats come back, follow my orders. We need to maintain face and mustn’t let others catch any fault. No matter how angry or upset you are, beat them inside the house. Don’t let them cry and make a fuss in the courtyard, making a scene!”
Zhuang Ruman spoke and Mrs. Song naturally nodded in agreement: “Yes, I really remember this time, you will see.”
Really remember?
With Mrs. Song’s stupid, pig-like appearance?
Zhuang Ruman was still a little skeptical, but seeing Mrs. Song pounding her chest in a guarantee, he couldn’t dismiss her completely, so he waved impatiently: “Fine, go to sleep. We can’t waste candlelight.”
After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the inner room.
Mrs. Song hurriedly blew out the candle and followed.
The next day, the rooster crowed thrice.
Done for, done for, if you don’t wake up now to work, you’ll be scolded by your aunt.
Zhuang Qingsui suddenly sat upright in bed.
However, looking at the situation in front of her, then at Zhuang Qingning who was still asleep, she suddenly realized that she had moved out with her sister.
And, her sister had said yesterday, they have to wake up naturally.
Zhuang Qingsui calmly lay back down, turned over, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
When she opened her eyes again, Zhuang Qingsui was partially woken up due to hunger and partially by the aroma.
The faint aroma, with a hint of sweetness, was incredibly pleasant.
Seeing that Zhuang Qingning was not by her side, Zhuang Qingsui quickly got out of bed and upon reaching the door, she saw Zhuang Qingning busy in the kitchen.
“Sister, what are you making? It smells amazing.” Zhuang Qingsui leaned towards the stove and looked into the boiling pot releasing steam.
The white creamy porridge boiled in the pot, with a layer of golden egg drop floating on top.
On the edge of the iron pot, there were several cornmeal pancakes sticking to the edge, exuding the fragrant aroma of cornmeal. Clearly, they were thoroughly cooked at this moment.
“You’re awake?” Zhuang Qingning promptly used chopsticks to take the pancakes off the edge of the pot and poured the egg drop porridge into the bowls for both of them.
Zhuang Qingning’s portioning was perfect, not too little, not too much, just two bowls.