The Cute Peasant Wife: Mian Niang - C305 A bowl of noodle soup

Jiang Ting said somewhat clumsily: “I don’t mind.”

He was only very surprised, and did not think that Madame Song would make him shoes, or follow his size. Mian Niang was also surprised, but she quickly thought of the matter of Madame Song wanting Jiang Ting to deliver the letter for her, and couldn’t help but suspect that her own mother was plotting something, and decided to give up on the plan ahead of time.

But she still quickly took out the shoes. It was just that Jiang Ting’s size was different from the others in the shoe cabinet.

The black cotton shoes were at the bottom of a thousand layers. The bottom of the shoes were made of a thin layer of cotton, light and warm.

The needlework of Madame Song Li was indeed not worth picking, even Mian Niang could not compare to this.

Jiang Ting held the shoes in his hands, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to do.

At this time, Madame Song and Li had already calmed down, and looked at him expectantly. “Try it! I’m not sure either, I just want to estimate the size of your feet based on your size. ”

Jiang Ting was not as tall as Song Youfu, he was about the same height, she was worried that he would be small, so he put a bit more on when he was cutting off his shoes.

Jiang Ting did not know how to refuse, and could only put on his shoes.

“Just right.”

In fact, it was a little too big, but Jiang Ting chose to hide it.

As expected, Madame Song Li heaved a sigh of relief. She was afraid that this pair of shoes would not fit her needs and that Jiang Ting would misunderstand that she did not really want to be his shoes.

“It’s good as long as it’s suitable. How do you feel about it? Is it comfortable to wear?”

Jiang Ting looked at Mian Niang, and said in a low voice: “Comfortable.”

Madame Song did not mention the matter of sending the letter as Mian Niang had expected.

Mian Niang was about to go prepare something to eat, but she was stopped by Jiang Ting: “I’m just leaving, I don’t have time.”

“You don’t even have time for a meal?”

Jiang Ting thought back to the last time he was in the pitch-black night when the nanny was cooking for him in the kitchen. He could not help but feel nostalgic, but he knew that he could not stay any longer.

Mrs. Song Li did not know about Mian Niang cooking for others in the middle of the night, but seeing that Jiang Ting was about to leave, she felt that it was only the middle of the night and the weather was cold, so she felt bad. She quickly said: “Just in time, and it just so happens that Mian Niang is about to get up and make tofu, making food is a piece of cake.”

Song Zhixiao looked at Jiang Ting with a dark expression.

Jiang Ting’s gaze turned towards Mian Niang. He could see that he was sincerely urging him to stay, and so he nodded his head out of the blue.

Then, they saw Song Zhixiao jump down from the brick bed with a “sou” sound, jumping and pushing his sister out.

“Mr. Jiang, what do you want to eat?”

the child asked.

“Whatever.”

Jiang Ting’s gaze landed on his own feet.

Mrs. Song Li laughed: “Don’t mind it, the upper of the shoe is not some new cloth, it’s just a pulp cloth, Mian Niang fought with me, even the hemp rope on the bottom of the shoe was made by Mian Niang, it can’t compare to the shoes sold outside, that way, let me know what kind of shoes you like, I will make it for you, next time you can wear it.”

Jiang Ting’s leg shrank back, and he suddenly felt that this pair of shoes that he was wearing wasn’t small at all.

“This pair is good, there’s no need to trouble yourself anymore.”

“What’s so troublesome about that? Speaking of which, since you’ve helped our family so much, we have nothing to repay you with. In the past, I …” Sigh, forget it, let’s not talk about it anymore. It’s all my fault, don’t take it to heart. ”

Jiang Ting frowned slightly. He roughly understood what Madame Song meant, but he did not plan on arguing with them.

Therefore, he shook his head and said, “Don’t worry, it’s really nothing. I can’t blame you for thinking too much about the things that happened in the past.”

After Jiang Ting finished speaking, she turned silent. Madame Song and Li did not know what to say, and the atmosphere in the room became awkward for a moment.

Outside, the sound of hurrying footsteps was a sign of how busy the siblings were.

Jiang Ting thought for a while, “I’ll go help.”

He acted quickly. Before he finished speaking, he had already gone into the courtyard. Before Madame Song could say anything, the door closed.

Then the whispering in the yard.

First it was Song Zhien, then it was Mian Niang. Jiang Ting seemed to really want to help but Mian Niang refused again and again.

Madame Song Li blinked. At this moment, she felt her eyelids were extremely sore, her throat was itchy, and her heart was aching.

Soon, her tears began to fall.

That family had suffered a retribution. Although it was not done by their own family, it could still be considered a form of ill will.

She softly said, “Head, you should rest in the netherworld.”

This time, he really wasn’t afraid that his family would come and cause trouble for him.

But there were still Prince Rong and Gu Xin.

Madame Song and Li closed their eyes in grief.

These two people had a lot of power and influence, but they couldn’t do anything to them.

What Mian Niang said was right, revenge was not something that could be achieved by hot-bloodedness.

Jiang Ting took the water bucket from Mian Niang’s hands.

If Mian Niang was unwilling, there was nothing that could be done.

They could only go inside and cook for him.

And a bowl of white noodles, the noodle soup made, some chopped pickled vegetables on top, and two poached eggs.

A big bowl of noodle soup came out of the wok as Mian Niang asked Jiang Ting, “Where are you eating?”

“I’m here.”

Jiang Ting caught the bowl in his hand. It was a little hot, but he could still endure it.

She wanted Jiang Ting to go into the main house to eat. There were tables and chairs, unlike here, where there was only a small stool that was still in a mess, making it a really bad place to eat.

Jiang Ting, however, really didn’t mind as he carried the bowl and sat on a small stool that was not even as tall as his knees.

His posture was like someone carrying a short piece of work on the street, but this person’s temperament seemed to have a strong sense of disharmony with this tofu shop.

The firelight shone on his face, and at that moment, Mian Niang had an illusion that this person was a noble son who had met with misfortune.

Thinking of this, he smiled.

How is this possible?

It was unknown what he was thinking.

This person was clearly a completely different kind of person from Gu Xin. Only someone like Xiao Zongxian or Gu Xin could be called a noble.

Jiang Ting seemed to have sensed something and raised his head to look at Mian Niang’s smiling eyes and smiled faintly.

This time, it was Mian Niang who was stunned.

“So you can laugh?”

Jiang Ting was surprised, and then a little embarrassed, he lowered his head.

He was like a child who had been caught doing something wrong.

However, his posture was still completely different from a Blade Master Assassin’s grace.

It was obvious that he had been well-bred.

Mian Niang explained: “I don’t have any other meaning, it’s just that I have never seen you smile before, so I’m a little surprised.”

“Nothing to be happy about.”

Jiang Ting said in a muffled voice.

Mian Niang was stunned, then when she thought about how he bore a deep grudge against her, she felt that she had spoken wrongly and apologized immediately.

“You don’t have to — that’s my own reason.”

Jiang Ting held onto the bowl, looked at Mian Niang’s busy figure, and said: “I don’t know why I should laugh, but what’s so funny about it.”

To be more accurate, there was hardly anything that could cause his emotions to waver.

His joy, anger, and sorrow were no longer on the surface.

In the memory of His Majesty, it was as if he had been like this since he was young.

However, there was no way to prove it. It was hard to tell if it was true or false.

The words “Jun Wu Yi” had never applied to their Emperor.

Mian Niang stopped what she was doing, looked at him with a serious expression: “You should be smiling, you look really nice when you smile.”

That pair of eyes sparkled. Mian Niang had never known that a simple smile could turn a person from emitting killing intent to a warm and gentle one.

Jiang Ting looked at her carefully, and could tell if her words were real or fake.

After confirming that she was speaking the truth, her ears suddenly turned red.

He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.

Mian Niang lowered her head, and said with a sigh: “Moreover, a person who can laugh, will make it easier for others to let down their guard.”

Jiang Ting looked at her, sensing the hidden meaning in her words.

Mian Niang looked at his brother who was burning his own fire, bit his lips and said: “What you have done is extremely dangerous, I know, I am a quiet man, and do not have any rights to speak in this area, but I was thinking, if you were to fight against someone, if that person was a little less cautious, wouldn’t you have a better chance of winning?”

Once he opened his mouth, the rest of the words were easy to say. Mian Niang unconsciously nagged.

Most of the time, Jiang Ting was like an unsheathed sword.

It was cold and filled with killing intent.

It was intimidating at first glance.

People couldn’t help but be on their guard.

“I know your martial arts are strong, and you’re not afraid of strong enemies. However, you have to take precautions.”

Jiang Ting also stopped eating, and quietly listened to what she was saying.

Song Zhien looked around at the two of them, feeling that the atmosphere was a little strange.

He didn’t know since when Sis A and Mr. Jiang had such a good chat.

Even more so, they did not know that Mr. Jiang would also hold his bowl and listen to their conversation.

This kind of Mr. Jiang seemed to be completely different from the one he knew.

Moreover, the Sis A was a person who rarely spoke to others like this.

Song Zhien felt that it was extraordinary.

As if sensing something, Mian Niang swept his gaze across him and stopped in her tracks.

However, he only felt a warm and comfortable feeling in his heart when he heard it. Unexpectedly, Mian Niang suddenly stopped talking, and he could not help but feel regret.

Suddenly, he felt that this child was a bit of a hindrance.

But how could Jiang Ting make things difficult for him, he could only continue to eat quietly.

The bowl of noodles was quickly finished.

He placed the poached egg at the very end. Even after taking a bite, it was still dripping yellow.

Jiang Ting felt that it was more delicious.

He was still enjoying the aftertaste when he put down the bowl.

Mian Niang asked Song Zhien to pour him a cup of hot water.

Song Zhien immediately dropped what he was doing and ran out of the bean curd.

Only then did Mian Niang look at Jiang Ting, and asked with a grave expression: “Your situation, will become more and more dangerous, won’t it?”

“I can handle it.”

Jiang Ting did not want to say more.

However, Mian Niang shook her head and said, “I know, my mother thought that the Mei Family had truly suffered some retribution, and that you had set up this matter several months ago. No matter what the reason is, when you did this, you were already standing opposite of Xiao Zongxian.