RPAGF Chapter 213 Oil Cake
Chapter 213 Oil Cake
Moreover, she just had to stay there, leaving that brat with the sword drawn not daring to do anything to her.
However, although his words were harsh, they served as a reminder to myself.
She should prepare some other gifts for becoming a disciple.
Xiangzhi looked back at the dilapidated gate and thought to herself, next time she comes, she will definitely get what she wants!
If not...
Lin Qing, then don't blame me for being rude.
After this quarrel, the two young masters got up reluctantly.
He Hongcheng sensibly walked up to Zhang Maoen and reported everything that had just happened clearly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Maoen frowned in dissatisfaction, looking angry as if he was regretting why he did not help vent his anger just now.
"Humph, it's true that only impoverished villages breed unruly people! Just as my father said, chasing fame and fortune will only drive people crazy, but if one's stomach is hungry, they will completely forget about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame. What's the difference between such behavior and open robbery?
Having said this, Zhang Maoen suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly looked towards Lin Qing who was helping Gu Ermiao pack his luggage in the yard.
"By the way, Hongcheng, I heard from County Magistrate He that Songsi Village is also suffering from famine. If that's the case, then where did the food we ate last night come from?"
He Hongcheng's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. He carefully recalled the smell from last night and found it was different from what he smelled at the Jia Mansion. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that this lady is not as crazy as Mr. Jia.
"Brother Mao En, are you overthinking it? Madam Gu just wants to treat us with good things. If you suspect her like this, she will definitely be very sad if she finds out."
Zhang Maoen always felt something was wrong.
This family, especially Mrs. Gu, seems to be warm but is actually distant towards them, which is really hard to understand.
Gu Damao had just finished reviewing his lessons and was shocked to hear them discussing this.
He didn't expect these two young men to be so perceptive.
But after being influenced by his mother for so long, he had already learned how to deal with such emergencies, so he stepped forward and said with a smile:
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. To be honest, you two have seen my family's situation. My mother is a widow with five children. To say that life is difficult and harsh would be an understatement.
"Fortunately, I have the kindness of Mr. Qiu He, who lives in seclusion in the mountains, where famine has not yet struck, and who has been able to provide some support for my family."
"Oh I got it!"
Zhang Maoen suddenly realized: "No wonder the food we eat is so fresh and tender, it turns out it was made by Mr. Qiu He. Mr. Qiu He is really amazing!"
Seeing that he believed him so easily, Gu Damao secretly wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"That's right, thank you for your understanding, Brother Maoen."
He Hongcheng, however, looked unconvinced and thought to himself, Brother Maoen really knows very little about the world. Even if Mr. Qiu He likes Gu Damao very much, he wouldn't take on such a bottomless pit family on his shoulders, right?
It must be because Mr. Qiu He and Mrs. Gu have some hidden relationship.
He Hongcheng, who was sketching a picture in his mind, was interrupted by the salty smell in the air. He raised his nose to sniff and couldn't help but go to the stove again.
"Oh, it smells so good, Aunt Lin, what are you doing?"
Lin Qing turned the pancake over, and the chopped green onions on the pancake released a fragrance that made people's mouths water.
"You probably haven't eaten this before. This is the fried dough stick we usually eat to fill our stomachs."