Zhou Yao, who was kicked out of the Chen Mansion again the day before yesterday, returned home with her child in her arms, feeling very disappointed.
Ping'an Lane is remote, and people here have no idea what happened to Zhou Yao in front of Chen's house.
Seeing Zhou Yao coming back, the women sitting by the alley well, washing clothes and chatting, hurriedly called to stop her.
"Ms. Zhou, I haven't seen you since early in the morning. You didn't come back until noon. Where are you?"
Zhou Yao was very disgusted with these ignorant women asking about her affairs, but it was hard for her not to interact with everyone while living here.
She patted the child in her arms and said, "Isn't this Chen'er sick again? I'm taking him to see the doctor."
"So that's it. No wonder you look so lost..."
"Speaking of which, children were like this when they were young. Everyone came from that time, so don't worry too much."
Zhou Yao nodded, "Aunties, I'll go home and rest first. If anything happens, we'll talk about it later."
"Okay, okay, go back quickly!"
When Zhou Yao turned around, these women continued the conversation they had been having before Zhou Yao came.
"Hey, where did I just say?"
"Speaking of which, let us guess, who is Mr. He who bought Aunt Li's house?"
"Ah, yes," the fat woman continued, "Guess where this Mr. He comes from?"
"Let me tell you, this is so...who would have thought that such a character would live in an ordinary alley like ours?"
"Who is it? Don't just titillate people!"
The women no longer paid attention to the clothes in their hands, but stared closely at the fat woman.
After all, Ping'an Lane is not big, and there is no woman from the street to the end who is not curious about Mr. He.
There are many men in the world, but there are very few good-looking men, and even fewer tall and handsome men.
Such a man lives in Ping'an Lane and has disturbed many ponds.
"I once had a glimpse of Mrs. Zhou's husband-in-law from a distance. He was also a handsome man, but standing next to Mr. He, it was a bit unsightly."
"I'm talking about Fat Aunt, and I'm talking about Mr. He. What do you think other people are doing? Come on, tell me, what is Mr. He's background?"
Everyone is in a hurry.
"Listen up, this Mr. He... he is the eldest son of Mr. He's family!"
"What?" Several people's washing tubs were overturned.
"Fat Aunt, are you kidding me?"
"How come the eldest son of Mr. He Guo's family lives here?"
"Why can't people live here?" said the fat aunt, "our Ping'an Lane has simple folk customs and harmonious neighbors."
"That's not what I meant. What I meant was that it would be nice for such a noble young master to live in the Duke's Mansion. Why should he live in Ping'an Lane?"
The fat aunt said mysteriously, "I heard that the family arranged a marriage that they didn't like, so Mr. He left the capital and left for three years..."
"If we don't congratulate the Duke on his fiftieth birthday right away, the eldest son will come back quietly and prepare to congratulate the Duke on his birthday before leaving..."
"That's not necessary," said a thinner woman. "He is a man. Even if he doesn't like this marriage, he will marry someone else later..."
"You don't understand, Mr. He is an infatuated person. He must find someone he likes and grow old together!" The fat aunt shook her head.
"It's rare..."
Many women felt that He Zhiqiu was the clear leader in the family.
After listening to these discussions, Zhou Yao's eyes shone with a strange light.
It turns out that the man next door is actually the son of He Guogong.
Zhou Yao, who was accustomed to seeing the wind and the moon, was immediately freed from the uneasiness caused by Chen Shaoan's delay in showing up.
When she got home, she put down the child who was still awake in her arms, and began to prepare chicken soup.
Her best dish is making chicken soup.
As soon as it got dark, she immediately came to the next door with chicken soup.
I saw He Zhiqiu was about to go out, and the two of them were walking across from each other.
"Master He, do you want to go out so late?" Zhou Yao asked softly.
"Ms. Zhou, it's you, what's the matter?" He Zhiqiu looked at the beautiful young woman in front of him.
Just from the look in her eyes, he could tell that this woman was interested in him.
At this point, He Zhiqiu has always been very confident that every woman who meets him will eventually fall in love with him.
But this woman came at the wrong time. He couldn't tell her that he would have to go to the gambling house right now.
In the half month since he returned to Beijing, He Zhiqiu's luck has been in disarray.
If you gamble nine times out of ten and win, life will never go smoothly.
Seeing that he could buy the most expensive gift for his father with two more bets, he was very excited.
"I didn't know that the young master was going out. I came at the wrong time."
Zhou Yao handed over the chicken soup apologetically.
"I made too much chicken soup tonight, so I thought I would give you a bowl specially as a reward for saving your life on the street that day."
"Mrs. Zhou, you came at the right time, otherwise I would have gone out to find something to eat..."
He Zhiqiu took the chicken soup from Zhou Yao's hand without hesitation, sniffed and said, "I haven't smelled such fragrant chicken soup in a long time."
After saying that, he drank all the chicken soup in the bowl in a few mouthfuls.
Zhou Yao watched the roll in his throat and couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
“Delicious!”
After drinking the soup, He Zhiqiu did not forget to praise, "Whoever can marry a beautiful and virtuous woman like Mrs. Zhou will truly enjoy the greatest happiness in the world."
Unexpectedly, after he said this, Zhou Yao's face darkened.
"What, did I say something wrong?" He Zhiqiu didn't know why she was like this.
Zhou Yao hurriedly explained, "No, it has nothing to do with the young master, it's just that I suddenly felt sad."
"Ms. Zhou, after I drink your chicken soup, I become your friend. If you have any troubles, you can talk to me. If there is anything I can do to help..."
"No," Zhou Yao shook her head, "Master, you saved Zhou Yao's life, which is already a great help!"
"Ms. Zhou, it seems that apart from being your savior, I am neither a neighbor nor a friend in your heart. It seems that I am just being sentimental."
He Zhiqiu said, "I was rude just now. The soup is delicious. Madam Zhou, I will take the first step..."
Zhou Yao was overjoyed when she caught the self-deprecation and sourness in He Zhiqiu's tone.
This guy took the bait!
She hurriedly grabbed He Zhiqiu, who was about to leave, "Sir, I, I didn't mean to reject your kindness..."
"In fact, this is all my private matter. If you bring it out to the young master, it will be looked down upon."
After saying that, a drop of tear fell from her eyes, and the pear blossoms with rain were so distressing.
"Mrs. Zhou, please don't cry. I didn't mean to get angry with you just now. I'll apologize to you."
Seeing that she had apologized, Zhou Yao still couldn't stop her tears from flowing.
He Zhiqiu said, "I have something to ask Madam Zhou. I see that your cooking skills are so good, but I am new here and I am alone and have no one to take care of me. I wonder if I can still drink the soup you made tomorrow?"
Zhou Yao did not respond, but silently returned to her home while wiping her tears.
But the next day, she appeared at He Zhiqiu's door again with a rich food box...