Chapter 10: I’ll Treat You to an Egg, Do You Want?

“I want to stay.” Ji Zhao smiled sincerely. “Don’t worry, I’ll think of a way to repay the money I owe the Shen family.”

“This is not a long-term place to stay after all,” Shen Yao said softly. There was no warmth in his black eyes.

“I’m afraid that when I go back, Grandmother will sell me again.” Ji Zhao lowered her eyes and voiced the worries and concerns in her heart.

She had read the original novel. The original host’s adoptive grandmother, Madam Xie, was not easy to get along with.

“If it wasn’t for Mother’s kindness, I’m afraid Grandmother would have already promised the broker that she would sell me to the city to be a maidservant.” A bitter smile appeared on Ji Zhao’s face. “Now that there’s a drought, several families in Pomegranate Village have starved to death…”

Shen Yao fell silent.

In the year of disasters, the people who suffered were always the most ordinary people.

“The eggs are cooked!” Ji Zhao stared at the eggs on the fire and said excitedly, “Do you want to eat one?”

“No need.” Shen Yao shook his head and turned to leave.

However, not long after, he came over again.

Ji Zhao, who was eating eggs, blinked in confusion.

Shen Yao handed her the bag on his back.

“What is this?”

“The baggage is yours.”

Curious, Ji Zhao silently opened the light blue bag and carefully examined the contents.

There were two peach-colored rough embroidered dresses and a scarlet skirt, as well as two white clothes.

Shen Yao unintentionally caught a glimpse of the white undershirt she was looking over and immediately looked away.

However, the tips of his ears were slightly red.

“Thank you.” After tidying up her clothes, Ji Zhao smiled gratefully.

“It’s nothing.” Shen Yao shook his head indifferently. “Besides, this was originally yours.”

“No matter what, I still have to thank you,” Ji Zhao said with a sincere smile. “I’ll treat you to an egg. Do you want it?”

“No, you can keep it for yourself.” Shen Yao shook his head and really left this time.

Ji Zhao stared at the receding figure and felt extremely emotional.

Who would have thought that the gentle and peaceful Shen Yao would become the decisive Iron Faced Grand Secretary in the future?

After eating two eggs, Ji Zhao walked into the temple and prepared to rest for a while.

Now that she had found a place to stay, she had to think of a way to earn money.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. If only she had the capital to do business.

Ji Zhao thought about it and decided to go out for a walk.

At that moment, in the Shen residence.

Zhao Lanhua, who was drying clothes in the courtyard, accidentally caught a glimpse of her third son’s thoughtful expression and hurriedly asked, “Sanlang, where did you go?”

“Mother,” Shen Yao called out respectfully, “I just gave Ji Ah Tao’s bag back.”

“She didn’t go back to Pomegranate Village?”

“No.” Shen Yao shook his head. “She settled down in the Earth Temple at the back mountain.”

“But the temple is very narrow and has not been maintained for a long time…” Zhao Lanhua frowned worriedly. “Why doesn’t she return to Pomegranate Village?”

“She said she didn’t want to be sold by her grandmother again.”

Zhao Lanhua was speechless for a moment. After a moment of silence, she squeezed out, “She’s also a pitiful person.”

“Mother, I’ll go back to my room first.”

“Okay.”

When it was almost noon, Zhao Lanhua personally cooked noodles.

Eldest Sister-in-law Shen chuckled and asked, “Mother, why are you personally making noodles today?”

“Mother must be happy!” Second Sister-in-law Shen, who was adding firewood in front of the stove, said happily, “Everyone in Shanghe Village knows that our mother’s noodle making skills are superb! The noodles she makes are especially chewy!”