Whether to pity her or not?
Zhuo Lian’s cooking skills were good, but she couldn’t make Huan Shen let go of the vigilance and guard in his heart. He was like a beast hunting, his back was tight, he stood upright in front of the table, his handsome face was not gentle at all.
The Duke of Zen, who died young in the script, was in front of her. Zhuo Lian couldn’t face him with a calm heart. She could only lower her head without saying a word, and was busy with the things she was doing, avoiding the sharp and compelling gaze of the man.
When people are hungry, even the dry food without any condiments will have unspeakable sweetness. The pork porridge was delicious. With the addition of wolfberry leaves, the fragrance of vegetables was incorporated into the porridge. The taste was richer and had variety. At this moment, Huan Yun ate without raising her head, looking from the top to the bottom, she could clearly capture the blush from the base of her ears.
After waiting for a bowl of porridge, the little girl raised her head and looked at Zhuo Lian with wet eyes, repeatedly admiring, “Sister-in-law, your cooking skills are so good. I have never had such delicious porridge before.”
Zhuo Lian touched her smooth head, but didn’t take this seriously.
She had just arrived in a strange place, her heart was confused, so she didn’t feel hungry at all, and sat on the long bench to rest, seemingly in a trance.
The Zhuojia Restaurant in the Republic of China was next to a church. A lady Li who had returned from abroad often went to the church to pray. Sometimes when they met Zhuo Lian, the two would talk a few words.
Ms. Li had been to foreign, and was also a knowledgeable and educated woman. Zhuo Lian was very envious of her. She heard that they used foreign fire, foreign nails, and even foreign horses. The boat was used to cross the sea.
She always asked her about Western stuff. The world outside was immense, but Zhuo Lian was confined in the wine shop, with fine wine as a companion every day, although she was not lonely, but inevitably curious.
When she got acquainted with Miss Li, the young and loyal girl showed her a notebook that she had written, saying that it was written while studying in Great Britain. They didn’t know each other at that time, and there was a supporting actor with the same name and surname as Zhuo Lian in the story, depicting that coincidence is not impossible.
Earlier, Miss Li had voluntarily mentioned that the name of Zhuo Lian in the script should be changed to avoid awkwardness, but Zhuo Lian didn’t care about these details and didn’t want to cause her trouble, so she simply refused.
Now that I think about it, if I had changed the name of the supporting character, I don’t think I would have died in the dry well in winter, and I wouldn’t have seen my sister who died early.
Huan Shen, who was sitting in front of the woman carefully, looked at her dazed appearance, without any guilt, his eyes became colder for a while, like the frost of 1949.
Zhuo Lian didn’t notice the youth’s gaze at all. After another two quarters of an hour, there was a sound of footsteps outside the kitchen. She raised her head and saw the thin and dry woman walking forward. She was wearing indigo-colored clothes, dry and black. The hair was arranged with a wooden hairpin. Although her face was old, she could see the delicate outline. Who else could there be if it’s not Huan mother?
“Mother.”
Zhuo Lian called out, stepped forward and took Huan mother’s arm, led her to the table, and said softly, “I have cooked a pot of pig porridge. You have been busy in the wine shop all day, and worked hard. Eat something to warm your stomach, pork waist can nourish the kidneys and waist, and pig liver can replenish qi and deficiencies. They are all rare good things…”
Speaking of it, Huan’s mother was the most hard working person and the most responsible person in the entire Huan’s family.
When her husband died, Huan Mother was still very young. Even if she gave birth to two sons and a daughter, she could still remarry and live a stable and comfortable life as long as she planned well; but she did not choose to do this. Instead she tried her best and it was extremely difficult. She raised her childrens to adulthood and tried her best to support the crumbling wine shop.
Zhuo Lian admired and respected Huan Mother, and her attitude could be called affectionate, which was completely different from the previous cold treatment of Huan Shen. She pushed the steaming porridge water to the middle-aged woman, her bright apricot eyes curled up, and she took out the porcelain spoon from the wooden cabinet again, very diligently.
Seeing Zhuo Lian serving her, Huan Mother couldn’t help but feel a little flattered. She took the porridge bowl with a smile, tasted it, and then she couldn’t help but praise her.
She did not expect that she had only been out for half a day, and her daughter-in-law changed her temper. Not only did she smile sweetly and had a soft tone, she also took the initiative to cook. She was both filial and sensible, and she looked no worse than Qiong Niang from the Lin family next door.
Listening to Huan mother’s gentle words, the corners of Zhuo Lian’s lips raised slightly, and a shallow dimple appeared on the cheek.
The mother and daughter of the Huan family were kind-hearted. If anyone treated them well, they would definitely treat them with sincerity. Zhuo Lian didn’t have to be wary of such pure-hearted people.
But when she raised her eyes a little, she could catch a glimpse of the cold-looking man opposite, and she couldn’t help but grit her teeth.
Who knew whether God was pitying her or torturing her. It was a good thing that ordinary people couldn’t ask for, but the Huan’s family was kind and honest except for Huan Shen, who had nothing to do with the word honesty. The military man still couldn’t erase his vengeful temperament, otherwise he would not have killed the original body with such harsh means.