CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: ARRANGEMENTS

Yun Jiao held the earthen pot and quickly entered the house.

Outside, Qi Lang’s voice came through, filled with infinite grievance, "Mom, I also want to eat chicken."

The Liu Family shouted, "Don’t learn from those people, eating like this, in less than two days, we won’t be able to keep the pot boiling."

Yang Family’s voice was even louder, "Exactly, I’ve never seen such a wasteful person, eating meat every day, tsk tsk tsk, they’re not even afraid of being struck by lightning."

Eating some meat and fearing lightning storms, Yun Jiao couldn’t help but chuckle at Yang Family’s words, her hand shook, almost dropping the earthen pot.

She quickly placed the pot on the table.

Jiang Youzhi, lying on the bed, watched her giggle, and even the pain in his leg seemed to ease, his mood lifted as well.

Indeed, when you see insults as jokes, not only do those malicious words fail to hurt you, they also add a bit of amusement to life.

Guihua’s cooking is really great, Yun Jiao swore she had never tasted such delicious chicken in her previous life.

You should know, their family chef once wielded the spatula in a five-star hotel.

Yun Jiao truly felt the urge to invite Guihua to be a chef at their home.

Sadly, she could only think about it; if she dared to voice it, Mrs. Chen’s jaw would drop in shock.

Yun Jiao glanced at Mrs. Chen, who was patiently feeding Jiang Youzhi.

Jiang Youzhi still couldn’t move, and Yun Jiao wouldn’t let him even sit these days to avoid bones from shifting.

Seeing Mrs. Chen treating Jiang Youzhi better than Qi Lang, Yun Jiao couldn’t help but sigh at Mrs. Chen’s kindness.

Yet she wondered, one day, when Jiang Youzhi learned about his lineage, what would he think?

After feeding Jiang Youzhi, Mrs. Chen quickly scooped a mouthful of rice for herself, then said to Yun Jiao, "Yun Jiao, I’ve thought it through, we don’t have any fields at home now, nor a place to raise pigs or chickens, so I plan to do some embroidery work to exchange for silver."

Yun Jiao reached her chopsticks into the pot, picked out a piece of chicken blood, and placed it into Jiang Youzhi’s bowl, then looked at Mrs. Chen and said, "That’s great, I wasn’t aware mom could do embroidery."

Mrs. Chen smiled, "Mom used to work as a maid for people, even after getting married, I served my master for a few years."

"Making clothes, making shoes, embroidering flowers, these I can do."

Yun Jiao looked at Mrs. Chen’s hands, and Mrs. Chen noticed her gaze, smiling, "You’re looking at my rough hands, aren’t you."

"It’s not a big deal."

"As long as I soak them in vegetable oil for a few days, the dead skin will soften, we don’t need our hands to be too fine, just enough so the silk isn’t scraped during embroidery."

"Besides, those intricate tasks are few, mainly just making shoes and clothes."

Mrs. Chen continued with her plan, "From now on, gathering firewood will be left to Qi Lang, I’ll fetch water, and I’ll wash clothes too, you just cook, and washing dishes will be left to San Ya."

"Take her along while cooking, once she learns, she’ll be the one cooking later."

"I see you often need to read, besides cooking, you can focus on reading."

Yun Jiao nodded, "Alright, thanks Mom."

Mrs. Chen fed the chicken blood to Jiang Youzhi, "Once my hands feel better in a few days, I’ll go to the county town to see if there’s any work available."

"We have no fields, if there’s no income, the family will truly have to drink the northwest wind."

Qi Lang raised his head from the rice bowl, wanting to say something but lowered his head again.

Jiang Youzhi slowly chewed, speaking of earning silver, he already had a rough idea, but since he couldn’t move yet, he would still have to wait.

After eating, Yun Jiao was making medicine for Jiang Youzhi under the corridor, while San Ya was going to the kitchen to wash dishes holding the bowls.

Mrs. Chen was washing the clothes Jiang Youzhi had changed out of.

Qi Lang had become sensible now, squatting next to Yun Jiao, took the fan from her hand, and fanned vigorously towards the stove, "Sister-in-law, you go read, I’ll make the medicine."