Chapter 340: 110: Grand Opening, Li Yanran’s Invitation_1
Burned by boiling water?
Upon hearing this, Ni Yang’s heart clenched tightly.
What kind of family would allow their son to scald their daughter’s face?
“Did it hurt?” Ni Yang asked.
Qian Zhaodi shook her head, “It hurt at first, but then it stopped.” She had suffered so much at such a young age, this pain was nothing in comparison.
Ni Yang let out a soft sigh and handed her the braised pork she had just bought, “Take this.”
The aroma of the braised pork seemed to permeate into Qian Zhaodi’s nostrils as she gulped, “Sister, is this meat?”
Ni Yang nodded, “Yes, it’s meat.”
“Sister, are you giving me all this meat?” Qian Zhaodi asked, somewhat uncertain.
“Mmm.”
“Thank you, sister.” A smile bloomed at the corner of Qian Zhaodi’s mouth.
“Don’t mention it.” Ni Yang reached out to caress her head, “By the way, little sister, what’s your name?”
“My name is Qian Zhaodi.”
Qian Zhaodi.
Just from her name, one could tell how much her parents devalued girls in favor of boys.
“Sister, what’s your name?” Qian Zhaodi then asked.
“My name is Ni Yang.”
Qian Zhaodi smiled and said, “Sister, your name is really beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Ni Yang continued, “Little sister, do you go to school?”
“No.” Qian Zhaodi shook her head, “But even though I’ve never been to school, I know a lot of characters and I can even write my name…”
There was a primary school in the village and Qian Zhaodi would always sneak up to the windows to listen to the teachers’ lectures.
The children in the classroom would be absent-minded, but Qian Zhaodi was thirsting for knowledge.
Seeing that it was getting late, Qian Zhaodi continued, “Sister, thank you for the pork. I have to go home now. I’ll wait for you here again tomorrow night.”
“Go ahead.” Ni Yang waved to her, “Be careful on the road.”
Returning to her secret hideout, Qian Zhaodi pulled out the money hidden in the gaps between the bricks and started counting.
Adding the five yuan that Ni Yang just gave her, her total savings now amounted to 10 yuan and 3 cents.
She had already checked, it cost 28 yuan for a train ticket to the neighboring city.
She was still 18 yuan short.
On top of that, she would need to live in the neighboring city. By her calculations, she would need at least 100 yuan.
She was still far from her goal.
Thinking about this, Qian Zhaodi let out a sigh, put the money away, left her hideout, sat at the entrance of the alley, and began to devour the braised pork that Ni Yang had given her.
Never in her life had Qian Zhaodi felt so satisfied eating meat!
She was rarely even afforded basic porridge or rice.
Just then, a happy family of four passed by, chatting and laughing.
Watching them, her eyes welled up with tears.
If she could, she too would like to have a pair of kind parents, a cute little brother. They wouldn’t even have to treat her well, just as long as they didn’t hit or scold her like a normal family.
What a pity.
This wish would never come true in this lifetime.
After eating, she wiped her mouth and limped her way home.
…
After going on home, Ni Yang found a bottle to house the camellia, placed it on the coffee table in the living room. The radiant camellia formed a beautiful vista in the living room, filling the air with a faint fragrance.
It smelled marvelous.
Having finished that, Ni Yang started cooking with Ni Cuihua tending the fire under the stove. Little Ni Yun was busy playing in a baby carrier, very well-behaved.
“Mom.”
“Mmm, what’s the matter?”
Choosing her words carefully, Ni Yang continued, “Mom, have you ever thought about finding an uncle for Yunyun and me?”
Zhou Xiaolian’s words from earlier had reminded Ni Yang of something.
Ni Cuihua was only thirty-seven, her life ahead still vast. She couldn’t remain single forever. The company of her children and a partner were different.
Ni Cuihua was taken aback at first, then said, “What are you talking about, child? Your mom’s old, if someone heard us, wouldn’t it be a joke?”
Remarriage was something Ni Cuihua dare not even think about.
Ni Yang said, “Mom, you’re only thirty-seven, not sixty-seven or seventy-seven. Remarrying is completely normal, right? Don’t worry, I’m understanding, I’m not an unreasonable child.”
At this point, Ni Yang changed her tone and said seriously, “Mom, I genuinely hope you can find happiness.”