Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812: Chapter 686: Waiting Alone

After finishing the banquet for her eldest nephew, Zhou Jiao didn’t pay much attention to Zhang Meili’s family. However, looking at Zhang Meili’s expression, she seemed to have listened to her younger brother’s advice.

At this moment, Zhou Jiao wasn’t in the mood to deal with other people’s trivial matters. The empty room felt so desolate without her husband and son around!

Thinking of her son’s advice not to sneak out alone before he left, Zhou Jiao couldn’t help but laugh. Her son really knows her well!

While Zhang Guoqing and his son walked behind Mr. Wang and his grandsons, Zhou Jiao, in disguise, set out on a journey driving a car.

Zhou Jiao couldn’t possibly say she wasn’t worried about the father and son entering the mountains. It was precisely because she was worried that she wanted to leave to relax. Without a destination, she drove along the main road, avoiding the military area, as if doing so would let her worries drift away with the wind.

Stopping and starting along the way, she finally entered a city before dusk and found a guesthouse. She had lost interest in the black market, and the mall’s commodities failed to attract her. Besides, it seemed she had left the province, and without vouchers, even if you put a sack of cash on the counter, no one would care.

Wrong! You might just end up in the police station.

In the dark of night, Zhou Jiao closed her eyes and struggled to sleep, but her husband and son’s smiling faces kept flashing in her mind.

She struggled until nearly dawn before finally falling asleep. When she woke again, Zhou Jiao could no longer suppress her urgent desire to return home. She checked out and immediately set out for the village.

If her departure was aimless, then at this moment, with her hands gripping the steering wheel, Zhou Jiao could be said to be eager to return home. To hell with the idea that a walk could relax her!

Countless assumptions filled her mind throughout the night. It’s true that scaring oneself is worse than anything else, especially when you’re doing it to yourself. It would be more comforting to be closer to them.

By the time she arrived home, it was already evening. According to the agreement, Zhang Guoqing would bring their son home before dark. But Zhou Jiao understood better than anyone else. Given the provisions, weapons, and medicinal powders Zhang Guoqing took, they wouldn’t come back so soon. If they could return by tomorrow afternoon, it would already be a blessing.

Zhou Jiao returned home and closed the courtyard gate.

Mother Zhang and Mr. Zhang stayed in the county town after drinking at the banquet two nights ago. Since they heard from Zhang Guoqing that he might go out, they definitely wouldn’t return to the village beforehand. So they should still be at the small courtyard in the county town.

Standing alone in the courtyard, gazing toward Daqing Mountain, she shook her head vigorously. A piece of uncut jade cannot become a useful vessel. Her son must excel above others to have the ability to protect himself in case of unforeseen events.

To calm her mind, Zhou Jiao began to take out embroidery threads and split them. When dusk fell, she came to realize that today they hadn’t come back.

To avoid her mind wandering, she rubbed her eyes, lit the kerosene lamp, and brought it to the kitchen, trying to keep herself busy. When people are occupied and tired, they have no energy to overthink.

In the first half of the night, afraid of the aroma from the stew spreading, she put on gloves and started dealing with the wild chickens and rabbits in the space. Plucking feathers, skinning, chopping into small pieces, and washing — as she became more adept, her speed gradually increased.

It was only when the kerosene lamp flickered and went out that Zhou Jiao suddenly came to her senses. Her mind was calm — this method really worked! She took out a flashlight, refilled it with kerosene, and lit the wick again.

Seeing that it was getting late, she didn’t care about her physical fatigue. Taking advantage of the hot pots and stoves, she started to stew meat and vegetables in two large pots, unconsciously preparing everything to her son’s taste and preference.

Soon, steam rose, exuding a burst of fragrance. Zhou Jiao left the kitchen, standing in the courtyard and sniffing, gazing at Zhang the Second’s courtyard next door, and then farther to those courtyards that were engulfed in darkness...

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