From the corner of her eye, Chi Yun’er glanced at the door, and her heart skipped a beat.
She could actually tell who it was just from the sound of their footsteps!
’But what was Jiang Yihua doing here so late?’
’Why did he come to the door but not enter, then leave so silently?’
The faint light of a summer dawn filtered in. Wisps of cool wind, carrying the scent of grass and earth, swept away most of the stuffy heat inside the room.
Chi Yun’er woke up feeling content. Her body felt a comfort she had never experienced before. For someone frail who had spent years with a heavy chest, whose every step felt like dragging a bag of cement, it was truly a novel and joyous experience!
Her eyes curved into crescents. Even though she had lived through such an unbearable and miserable life, at this moment, she didn’t feel much resentment or hatred.
She would get justice for her former self, but she wouldn’t let it become the main theme of her life, nor would she allow herself to be consumed by it.
Her beautiful life was just beginning, and she had so many things she’d missed out on that she was now determined to accomplish...
In the courtyard, people were already up, fetching water, chopping firewood, and making breakfast.
She carried her things and ambled to the kitchen, mixed some warm water to wash up, and carefully tidied herself.
In the kitchen was a female educated youth with the surname Wang. She had just finished boiling water and was about to cook. Seeing Chi Yun’er, she smiled and asked, "We’re having chicken soup with multigrain noodles later. Chi, would you like to join us?"
Chi Yun’er thought of last night’s bowl of chicken soup, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly. She smiled lightly and said, "Thank you, Wang, but my stomach is weak, so I prefer something light in the morning. But do you need any help?"
Wang shook her head. "No need. I just have to wait for the water to boil, add the noodles, pour in the chicken soup, and sprinkle some scallions on top. So, Chi, are you making your own food later?"
Chi Yun’er hummed in agreement. Recalling what Jiang Zishi had said, she replied, "I’m staying home and waiting for Brother Zishi to arrange a job for me. I can help by making some mung bean soup to send over. It’ll help you cool down."
’I wonder what kind of scheme Jiang Zishi is cooking up this time, ’kindly’ arranging a job for me?’
Wang gave her a surprised look. "That would be wonderful! Thank you so much, Chi. You have no idea how hard the work in the fields is. The main thing is the heat. No matter how much water we bring, we finish it in no time."
"The problem is, even drinking it doesn’t help. Sigh..."



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