Capítulo 1561: Chapter 857: Blocking the Path
By the river dam, in the small house, on the wooden bed.
Tongtong lay under a small quilt, pouting as she played on her phone.
“Damn it, Jiang Ning must be living it up at ho, having the ti of his life!” Xue Yuantong gritted her teeth, “having so much fun that he doesn’t even reply to my ssages!”
She sighed softly, her little hand drooping, and her phone landed on the soft quilt.
Sunlight stread in from outside the window, making the room bright, and so unknown object cast a light spot on the wall.
Xue Yuantong stared at that spot of light, recalling how she used to reflect a light spot in the room with a lens when she was a kid, shining it wherever she wanted, feeling almost like a fairy.
She felt a surge of motivation inside, wanting to get up and recreate her childhood happiness.
But the next second, she suddenly rembered a ti she was playing at Jiang Ning’s house, and he was just focused on carving his stupid wood, ignoring her completely. She took the lens and shone the light spot on his face, shaking it continuously, flashing it in his eyes until he got mad. She quickly ran ho, not giving him a chance to retaliate.
Recalling that scene, she suddenly felt that playing wasn’t fun anymore.
“Tongtong, you’ve been lying there all day.” Chuchu’s voice ca from outside the window.
Compared to the lazy Tongtong, Xue Chuchu was dressed neatly in a light blue down jacket, her hair tied up fresh and tidy, and holding a stainless steel thermos bowl in her fair hands.
Tongtong lay bored on the bed, her eyes lifeless: “Chuchu, I’m sick, seriously sick.”
“Oh, do you want so sweet soup?” Xue Chuchu walked into the room gracefully.
Her gluttony instantly overca her illness, and Tongtong bent up from the bed: “What kind of sweet soup?”
Xue Chuchu sat on the stool by the bed: “See for yourself.”
Tongtong turned around and moved to the edge of the bed, stared into the bowl, which contained mango, longan, red dates, and goji berries. It seed to be simred with rock sugar, and steam was still rising from the bowl.
She hurriedly picked up a spoon and began to eat, continuously praising Chuchu’s skills.
Xue Chuchu was pleased as well. Although her cooking skills couldn’t compare to Tongtong’s, her creativity and initiative in various desserts were much stronger than Tongtong’s.
Everyone has their strengths, and she found hers.
The bowl was quite large, and Tongtong couldn’t finish it all in one go, so Xue Chuchu left temporarily to attend to other chores.
As the New Year was approaching, many employees at Evergreen Liquid took leave to go ho. After finishing her work in the morning and having lunch at the company, Aunt Gu returned ho.
As soon as she entered the small courtyard, she saw her daughter huddled under the quilt, struggling with a spoon, devouring the bowl ravenously.
Aunt Gu laughed angrily, knowing without a doubt that her daughter hadn’t gotten up: “Lazybones.”
Tongtong was eating with gusto; she looked up and saw her mom had returned, giggling foolishly: “Mom, do you want so? It’s delicious!”
Aunt Gu scoffed: “Mom had lavish food at the company, why would I care for your few bits and pieces?”
“Mom, if you don’t want it, don’t have it. Why do you have to scoff?” Tongtong complained.
Aunt Gu: “Do you think I’m scoffing at the sweet soup? I’m scoffing at you.”
Tongtong kept eating and retorted: “Mom, do you know why you’re scoffing at ?”
Aunt Gu: “Do I even need to say it?”
Tongtong explained confidently: “Because you’re bringing your work stress back ho.”
Aunt Gu’s smile gradually disappeared, and Tongtong sensed the shift in the atmosphere, thinking it wasn’t good. She continued to bury herself in the mango, avoiding looking at her mother directly.
Sure enough, her mom’s scolding skill activated: “All you know is to sleep, play gas, and eat all day. Let ask you, I told you yesterday to air Jiang Ning’s quilt; did you do it?”
Xue Yuantong: “I did! I had Chuchu help air it first thing in the morning.”
Aunt Gu: “…”
She was silent for a bit, then said: “And the shoes? Did you clean them like I asked the day before yesterday when the weather was good?”
Xue Yuantong: “I did! I had Chuchu help clean them this morning.”
Aunt Gu went silent again.
Xue Yuantong felt secretly delighted; she tried to suppress her laughter as she finished the mango in the bowl and raised her voice: “Chuchu, Chuchu!”
The summoned Chuchu soon appeared at the door.
“I’m done; take the bowl.” Xue Yuantong instructed.
Xue Chuchu knew that Tongtong wasn’t feeling well recently both physically and ntally. As her best friend, she understood completely, so she took the stainless steel bowl and willingly took on the dishwashing task.
The atmosphere was particularly quiet, and Aunt Gu sneered: “She really listens to you.”
Tongtong firmly replied, “It’d be great if you listened to too, Mom!”
Chuchu, who had just reached the window, couldn’t help but think: ‘Tongtong, do you want to rule the world?’
As a true friend, she quickened her pace, unable to bear watching Tongtong being scolded.
…
Jiangjiazhuang.
Jiang Junlong found Jiang Ning at ho, carrying a half-empty bottle of coconut juice, presenting it as a treasure.
Jiang Qianqian nearby was speechless; couldn’t Brother Long have more dignity?
Jiang Ning chuckled and took it, feeling a sense of childhood nostalgia. Back then, when he attended banquets and ca across unfinished drinks, he would happily bring them ho.
In the early 2000s, for rural folks, such drinks were sothing only bought in large bottles during the New Year or festivals.
Jiang Junlong laughed, “Brother Ning, you missed it. After you left, your classmate slapped Weibo a few tis and left. Originally, Weibo was asleep, and then he suddenly woke up, asking why everyone at our table was crawling, laughing at us.”
Jiang Qianqian covered her mouth, “Later, his parents ca and took him away with sullen faces.”
Jiang Junlong found it very satisfying; during his winter and sumr breaks, he often ca to Jiangjiazhuang to play and greatly resented Jiang Weibo, who not only targeted him but also conned him out of money with Jiang He.
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