Old Yao looked at his wife pulling the same trick again: "Alright, Director He doesnât even work here anymore, theyâre just back for a visit. In a few days, who will bring it up again?
No matter how much you think about it, you canât stop people from gossiping. Just donât go out much these days, and donât listen to those busybodies talking nonsense."
Old Mrs. Yao glared at him: "What did I say back then? Yao Hui, that dead girl, just wouldnât listen. Look at the life theyâre leading now, canât live together, canât separate.
Those three kids arenât close to us anymore either. We canât count on them in the future; how did things end up like this?"
Old Yao didnât respond to her, thinking: If you had been nicer to those three, would it have turned out this way?
But he understood that if he actually said that, he might not get any sleep tonight: "Old woman, rest early, let it be."
Granny Yao still wanted to say something, but soon there was snoring, and she could only suppress her anger, forcing herself not to think about what sheâd heard today.
*
When dawn broke, snow began to fall from the sky.
Xinyan was a bit anxious: "Jinxuan, itâs snowing. Will it affect what we have to do today?"
He Jinxuan placed the prepared warm water on the rack: "Hurry up and freshen up, weâll set out in a moment."
Xinyan nodded in agreement, speeding up her actions.
No time for breakfast, they got ready to rush over.
Mother He saw they were in a hurry and quickly packed some boiled eggs and morning steamed meat buns for them to eat on the way.
When they arrived, the earliest bus was just about to depart.
After sitting down, He Jinxuan handed the eggs and buns to her: "No matter how rushed, you have to eat breakfast; weâve got a hill to climb today."
Xinyan didnât fuss about having no appetite early in the morning, though she thought it was a bit uncivilized to eat on the bus.
Just as she thought this, she saw some people pulling out homemade pancakes and steamed buns from their bags and eating them.
And there were quite a few doing so.
Seeing her looking around, He Jinxuan explained softly: "Most people taking this bus are working at the mechanical factory but live in the city.
If they get up late, thereâs no time for breakfast, and they donât want it to affect morning work, so they bring it on the bus to eat. You just havenât taken an early bus like this before, so you havenât seen it."
Within moments, a few more people were having breakfast on the bus.
He Jinxuan handed her a bun directly: "Eat quickly, or itâll get cold."
Feeling a bit embarrassed, she cleared her throat, leaned her head against the headrest in front of her, and started eating.
As soon as she finished the bun, He Jinxuan handed her a peeled egg, then opened a thermos and handed it over: "Drink this if you choke."
Before she even took it, Xinyan smelled the scent of milk: "When did you prepare this?"
He Jinxuan smiled: "After I brought in the water."
This man doesnât say too many sweet words, but he thinks of everything; sheâs really liking him more and more.
What she didnât expect was that after she was full, He Jinxuan tilted his head back and drank the milk she had left.
Xinyan, a bit embarrassed, said: "I drank from that."
He Jinxuan wiped his mouth, swallowing the drop hanging at the corner: "I donât mind."
With those words, Xinyanâs face turned red instantly: "What are you talking about?"