CHAPTER 209: CHAPTER 209: IF YOU’RE MY BRO, COME CHOP ME

Wen Shi subconsciously looked at her hair, "Acupuncture?"

Yi Chichi, ... besides acupuncture, does she have any other skills?

"I’m a bit curious, what kind of image do I have in your mind?"

This question was really well asked.

Wen Shi thought seriously for a moment, what image?

Probably a little girl with big eyes, decisive and ruthless yet rational.

No way, the first impression was too deep.

He could never forget the needle on top of Zhang Yin’s head.

But he didn’t dare to say it, afraid of being poked.

Feigning confidence, he looked straight into her eyes, suppressing his guilt as he tried to keep his voice steady, "Beautiful, generous, gentle, kind..."

"Stop, stop."

Yi Chichi couldn’t listen anymore, although beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

This compliment was too far-fetched.

"Beautiful, I admit."

The original and her face in the original world were very similar; both were remarkably charming.

To forcibly point out a difference, in the original world, she had a mole on her left eyelid, whereas the original had a smooth, spotless face.

"Generous, I also admit."

In past and present lives, she was open-handed, unable to be stingy.

After all, she never endured hardships and wasn’t willing to.

"Forget about the others."

Can’t claim it, gentle she was, but not much.

Kind...

Also there.

Not much either, and situationally based.

Wen Shi, ... everything that needed to be said was said by his wife, what more could he add.

"Anyway, in my heart, you are the best wife in the world, marrying you is my fortune."

Nothing more needs to be said, just finish praising.

"Sweet talker."

Yi Chichi, coaxed by him, was in a great mood, leaned over to kiss him, intending to pull away but her head was held in place.

Then...

Then the atmosphere warmed and became intimate, everything happened naturally.

The next day, knowing she was leaving, Ji Jian and the others came after work in the evening to see her off.

"Take these to eat on the way."

Ji Jian handed over eight boiled eggs.

Yi Chichi wanted to refuse, but before she could, this one stuffed the eggs into her hands and sternly said, "If you’re a friend, don’t say anything that makes me unhappy."

This made Yi Chichi think of the later phrase, ’if you’re a brother, come hack me.’

"...Good friend."

With words said to this extent, Yi Chichi couldn’t refuse anymore, so she accepted her token of friendship.

Yang Qing handed her two jars with orange-yellow fruit inside, each about the size of a small tomato, soaked in water, uncertain if it was brine or syrup.

Visually, it makes one’s mouth water.

"Found some wild fruit and soaked them, it’s a sweet and sour taste, not worth much, eat them as snacks on the road to pass time, lest you get carsick."

Speaking of carsickness, her face turned to discomfort, as if about to puke.

Yi Chichi was amused, she herself wasn’t prone to carsickness or seasickness, it was Yang Qing who was.

"Okay."

Receiving the jar, she looked at Zhu Lihong and the others, "Sis-in-law, what did you bring?"

"Flatbread!"

Zhu Hongli handed over a few pieces of dough, not white flour, but a mixed grain.

If they didn’t consider her a true friend, no one would spare their own grain to make flatbread to give away.

This feeling must be acknowledged.

Then Yu Lanfang, she gave a packet of dried shrimp in oil paper.

The dried shrimp were really large, each as long as her hand.

Clearly selected meticulously to make, probably originally unwilling to eat, intending to dry them for gifts or send home.

"Homemade, not worth much, eat on the road."

"Thank you!"

After storing away the gifts, she took out fruit and biscuits to entertain them.

The group sat together, eating and chatting, Wen Shi poked his head out from the kitchen, "Why not stay for dinner?"

"No, Old Lin is cooking at home."

As Ji Jian said this, Zhu Hongli and others quickly chimed in that their men were cooking at home too.

Wen Shi looked at Yi Chichi, seeing her slight shake of the head, he said no more and disappeared back into the kitchen to continue his tasks.

Yi Chichi didn’t continue the topic, instead starting to consciously inquire about their preferences.

To prepare gifts for them when she came next time.

Turns out it was better not to ask, as soon as she did, they all seemed to have conspired to say they liked handkerchiefs, especially with embroidery.

Yi Chichi, "??? Is this really your true preference?"

"Absolutely true."

Recalling the amazement when they saw Yi Chichi’s embroidery before, Ji Jian’s eyes were filled with envy, "You don’t get it, I’m clumsy with my hands, my mother taught me needlework earnestly since I was little, but alas I have no talent, learned nothing, I can’t even sew a button properly."

Zhu Hongli heard this and teased her, "Then why do you like embroidered handkerchiefs?"

"Because I can’t do it, I’m envious of Chichi’s craftsmanship."

The embroidery was just too beautiful.

If it were anything else, Yi Chichi would have had to consider before deciding whether to give it, but handkerchiefs needed no pondering, and they didn’t have to wait, this gift could be returned immediately.

"You all wait here."

She got up and hurried back to the room, Ji Jian and the others exchanged glances, thinking could she really have that many handkerchiefs?

Thinking thus, their hearts burned with anticipation.

Then, they eagerly awaited.

Yi Chichi didn’t disappoint them, after just two minutes she brought out several handkerchiefs, "The fabric isn’t that great, but the embroidery is somewhat presentable, choose whichever you like."

A total of six handkerchiefs, ones she made casually when she was bored.

Indeed, they weren’t of high quality, all made from leftover scraps after cutting.

And with patched colors.

But because of her good craftsmanship, with excellent edge stitching details, and large blooms of embroidery, they didn’t seem cheap, instead, exuded a subtle luxury.

These handkerchiefs were originally prepared for Wen Shi, due to his high physical activity and tendency to sweat, and there weren’t wet wipes or paper napkins available now.

Having a handkerchief would allow him to wipe sweat and clean up after meals.

She brought ten over in total, he picked four simpler ones for himself, the remaining six he deemed too floral, unbecoming of a man’s use, so he left them in the wardrobe.

They were perfect for gifting.

"You don’t plan to sell these?"

Ji Jian held up a handkerchief embroidered with a green chrysanthemum and looked over.

Yi Chichi’s mouth twitched slightly, "Not selling."

"This is a bit too precious."

Zhu Hongli immediately recognized the handkerchief as scrap material, having little material value, the true worth was in the exquisite embroidery.

The tiny butterfly embroidered on the handkerchief she held, even the powder on the wings was captured by Yi Chichi, making it look real.

Initially picking it up, she thought it was a butterfly resting on the handkerchief.

Reluctantly putting down the handkerchief, she advised, "Chichi, listen to me, it’s better to take these handkerchiefs to sell them at the Friendship Store, I think the Friendship Store would take them."

"I asked last time already, they won’t take them."

Yi Chichi lied without batting an eyelash, "They said the fabric is too poor, it’s unsuitable for the general public to enter the Friendship Store, and those who can enter the Friendship Store wouldn’t look at them."

Seeing they were about to speak, she, without a red face or racing heart, smiled saying, "Feel free to choose, I’ve made quite a few of these handkerchiefs in my spare time."

The group stared fixedly at her for a moment, then smiled.