Chapter 169 Cooking

After returning home, Qingya's mood was still a little heavy. After fighting with Sanniang for so many years, now she is still somewhat sad to see her end up like this. However, it is impossible not to hate Sanniang. Once, she forced herself and her husband to such a point for the power of Zifu. Now it can only be regarded as retribution to see her become like this!

Thinking about this, a trace of bitterness appeared in Qingya's eyes.

Why did you know this earlier?

If she hadn't forced the couple so much, how could Wenkong have left her so early? And now it's too late to say these words. Thinking about today's farce, even Qingya is a little more tired at this time.

And Ziyi looked at her mother's appearance and knew that she must have remembered her father who died young again. Thinking about this, Ziyi's eyes also darkened. In recent years, although she and her mother have never talked about her father, Ziyi can't help but feel a little sad every time she thinks about it.

In fact, she longs for her father's love, even for such a short period of time, it is enough to make her unforgettable.

In her previous life, she could not enjoy fatherly and motherly love. In this life, she finally had a happy family, but she had lost it in a short period of time after she came to this world. It was impossible not to complain, but because her body contained an adult's soul, she He didn't break down during his father's death.

But Ziyi often wonders that if the real Ziyi had been there, would she finally wake up from her stupidity because of her father's departure? Will she also think of the past, remember the happiness of the past, and then cry bitterly?

Thinking about this, Ziyi felt a little more guilty.

She once said that she wanted to make this family happy, but what did she do in the end? In addition to maintaining the safety of the family in her own way, she has completely forgotten the nature of being a child.

Over the years, the place she often stays is not at home, but the government office, and the place she often goes to is not her mother's room, but the scene of the murders. Every time she sees her mother's worried eyes, she thinks that her mother is just making a fuss, and every time she sees Aunt Mozhu's silent efforts, she I thought it was just because of the friendship between Aunt Mozhu and her mother.

But now that I want to come, are these things really like this? Does Aunt Mozhu really have the obligation to take care of their family? And what about mother? Can she really be happy because of her little maintenance?

Ziyi couldn't help biting her lower lip silently. She seemed to have ignored too many things. She thought she had done a good job, but when she looked back at what she had done, she found that what she had done was so limited that she had never snuggled to her mother. I served a cup of tea for her and never came to Aunt Mozhu to ask if she was tired.

She is always self-righteous and busy with what she is interested in. Reading is like this, and so is investigation. She never thought that her mother and Aunt Mozhu may be afraid of her every day and expect her to go back early every day. She just takes it for granted. With all their love for her, she has never thought that she is too unqualified?

Did she really do her job as a daughter? Has she really fully integrated herself into this family?

Thinking about this, a deep guilt suddenly appeared in Ziyi's heart. She didn't know how to change all this, and she also knew that the past could never happen again, so now seeing her mother's sudden silent face and Aunt Mozhu's worried look next to her, Ziyi quietly walked down from her position, walked to the kitchen, and then made two cups of tea for her. And Aunt Mozhu.

"Mother, Aunt Mozhu, you have tea." Ziyi said this, and her eyes were full of seriousness.

Qingya and Mo Zhu both looked at Ziyi in surprise, "You..." Qingya seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, while Mo Zhu looked at Ziyi with a sad face, touched her hair, quickly reached out to the plate in Ziyi's hand, and still said anxiously. "Hey! Miss, let us do these things. Put them down and don't burn your hands.

Mo Zhu said this, but Ziyi lightly avoided Mo Zhu's outstretched hand and stubbornly put the teacup in front of Qingya and Mozhu. Qingya and Mozhu had no choice but to take it, and Ziyi smiled sweetly when she saw the two of them.

"Mother, Aunt Mozhu, you are drinking tea here first. Shall I prepare dinner?" Ziyi blinked her eyes at Mo Zhu and Qingya.

Qing Ya and Mo Zhu looked at each other with some uneasiness in their eyes. Qingya hugged Ziyi in her arms and asked her worriedly, "Ziyi, do you have anything to say to your mother?"

"No!" Zi's clothes looked at his mother innocently. "I just suddenly remembered that I haven't cooked food for my mother and Aunt Mo Zhu for a long time, so today I want to work hard to see if my cooking skills have regressed, so my mother and Aunt Mo Zhu, have fulfilled my wish, okay? ?"

Ziyi said coquettishly to Qingya and Mozhu. Although Qingya and Mozhu don't know what medicine is sold in Ziyi's gourd, since Ziyi is so active today, they are no longer entangled. Instead, they said with a smile, "Okay, it's rare that you are so careful today. I'll leave today's dinner to you!" Qingya said this and stroked Ziyi's small face with a smile.

Ziyi smiled brightly at Qingya, and then jumped out. Qingya and Mo Zhu looked at Ziyi's departure back, and a trace of doubt appeared in their eyes, "Mozhu, what do you think is wrong with Ziyi today? Will it be stimulated by today's events?" Qingya asked with some concern.

Mo Zhu thought for a moment and then said, "As far as I can see, maybe she hasn't figured something out, or suddenly figured something out!" Anyway, I think she should be in a good mood, so Miss should not worry about it.

Mo Zhu said this with a smile on his face, and Qingya nodded with approval after listening to Mo Zhu's analysis, "In this case, I'm relieved. But you'd better go and have a look and don't let her suffer anything. After all, how big is she! Some things still need to make you look at me to feel at ease.

Qingya said carefully, still with a little sadness on her face.

And Mo Zhu could also feel her thoughts as a mother, so he readily agreed, "Miss, don't worry, I'll go and have a look now." Mo Zhu said this and got up and walked outside.

But when she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and said worriedly, "Miss, what did you think the second young master came here this time? And he also brought the little young master. Mo Zhu asked with a trace of worry on his face.

Qingya just looked up at Mo Zhu slightly, and then said slightly tiredly, "Maybe there is something at home!" Well, anyway, Brother Cheng and the others have come here, just say hello to them. Let's take them back from the inn after we vacate the free room tomorrow. It won't let them stay in the inn after coming here. As for other things, let's talk about it later!"

Qingya said this and lowered her head. She must not want to talk anymore. Mo Zhu looked at her young lady silently and then went out silently. She knew that there were some things that the young lady didn't know, but that she didn't want to say.

The Qing family came over so much this time. There must have been something wrong with it. Although the relationship between the second young master and the second young lady and the young lady has always been very good, they can't stand so many collaterals of the Qing family watching there, so this time I saw the second young master and the second young lady come over, Mo Zhu A trace of worry suddenly rose in his heart...

And Ziyi didn't know the worries of her mother and Aunt Mozhu at all. At this time, she was already busy in the kitchen. First, she found some good vegetables bought at home, cut them on the cutting board, and then turned on the fire and put them on the pot, so she was ready to stir-fry.

As for rice, because there is no pressure cooker or even an electric rice cooker in this era, they need to use an aluminum pot to cook rice (this stupid society...), add rice to it, and add some water to put it on the fire so stuffy. Of course, a lid should be added to the pot, but Ziyi needs to be given from time to time. Move the pot. After all, if you honestly heat one side, the rice must be burnt on one side, and the other side has not been cooked, so in order to cook a delicious meal, Ziyi had to take time to go there to have a look, and suddenly she was very busy.

And when Mo Zhu came in, he saw such a situation.

With a cheerful smile on Mozhu's mouth, she quickly grabbed the busy Ziyi, then sat next to the rice pot and whispered, "Miss, let me see this meal. The little lady just has to cook." As Mo Zhu said this, Ziyi looked at the current situation and did not argue with her. Instead, she responded cheerfully, "Well, please take pleasure here."

Ziyi said this and handed over the rice to Mo Zhu and cooked it wholeheartedly.