He had only been to the basement once. It was cold, dark, and damp. Let alone living there, he would not enter even if he was asked to enter.
Doesn't it feel hard for her to live there?
"Wait a minute..." Yun Aotian called to the maid who was about to leave: "Go and call Aunt Zhang over."
"Yes, Master."
What did his move foreshadow?
Didn't you say let her go? What do you want to do if you call Aunt Zhang?
After a moment, Aunt Zhang entered the study, and Yun Aotian said in a very tactful tone: "Aunt Zhang, the weather is so cold, please ask Miss Han to go back to the villa to live." As soon as he said this, he always felt that something was wrong, and he
I have saved my face, but will Han Yi'er come back obediently? She tightened her throat, and her stern expression became extremely embarrassed: "Maybe Miss Han will not come back so easily, I hope you can..."
"Yes, yes, I understand." The smile on Aunt Zhang's face made Yun Aotian somewhat uncomfortable.
After saying that, Aunt Zhang left Yun Aotian's study and went to the dark basement...
Along the way, she was thinking back to the young master's embarrassed expression just now.
She came to the Yun family when the young master was 10 years old. When he was a child, the young master was much more mature than other children of the same age, cold and unsmiling, and he was also cool with girls.
When he got older, he started dating Li Yi'er. Although he loved Li Yi'er, he never changed his cold personality.
But just now I felt a little embarrassed when the young master asked me to invite Han Yi'er back...
Ha, it's really interesting. Has the always mature young master regressed? Or has he started to become more humane? After thinking about it, Aunt Zhang smiled helplessly.
Pushing open the basement door, Han Yi'er was already lying on the bed, ready to fall asleep. Suddenly she heard footsteps, she raised her hand and turned on the light: "Aunt Zhang, why are you here?"
"Yi'er, hurry up and go back to the villa with Aunt Zhang. This is simply not a place for people to live." Aunt Zhang said with a worried face. She didn't come to the basement often, so she knew it was so cold.
"Haha, no need, Aunt Zhang, I'm used to it."
"Habit?"
"Well, the place I lived before wasn't much better than this."
Han Yi'er's words aroused Aunt Zhang's curiosity. She sat on the edge of the bed and asked in surprise: "Son, isn't life in Fu'an so embarrassing? Didn't the brigade allocate land to your family?
?”
Yes, the countryside of Fu'an is rich, and every household relies on farmland to support their families. Although they are not living a well-off life, they can still be considered an ordinary family.
The brigade also allocated a small piece of land to her family, but at that time Han Yi'er was still young and her mother was depressed. The field had been left unattended for a long time and had dried up and could not be used. Therefore, her family's living conditions were very poor: "Well, it was divided.
, but no one is cultivating it.”
"Don't your relatives take care of you?"
Relatives? Han Yi'er always felt that there was something strange about Aunt Zhang's question, but she didn't know how to describe it: "No, my mother suffered from depression very early. She also has an uncle, but he is not from the same village as us."
"Hey..." Aunt Zhang let out a long sigh, and there was an indescribable luster shining in her eyes.
"By the way, Aunt Zhang, how come you know Fu'an so well?"
"Haha." He smiled forcefully and stood up slowly: "I have a friend who lives there and I often hear him mention it."
No wonder, Aunt Zhang not only knows the situation in Fu'an, but also knows how to cook Fu'an dishes.