Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Seeing that Zhang Nan had stopped, Fu Xin quickly reached out and told her to quiet down, afraid that she would attract Jiang Xinyuanâs attention. Then, she whispered, âI stabbed my foot.â
Zhang Nan was speechless. She had never seen a mother so afraid of children. Then she thought about how Jiang Xinyuan was so clingy to Fu Xin. He might not leave for the rest of the day. However, when she saw Fu Xin bend down to pick up the carving knife from the ground, she was also speechless. âIâm really impressed that you can cut your feet. Even if you want to cut, shouldnât you cut your hands?â
Fu Xin chuckled. âItâs normal.â
Zhang Nan: âBut youâre wearing sneakers. How did you cut your foot?â
Fu Xin gestured roughly. âThe pants werenât thick. I just pricked the pants at the ankle and cut it.â
Zhang Nan was speechless again. Guo Na heard the commotion and came over.
âHow is it? Is the wound deep? Letâs disinfect it first. Is it bleeding?â
âNo need.â Fu Xin shook her head. âI took a look. Itâs just a scratch. Thereâs no bleeding. Itâs fine.â
âWhy donât you dare to let your son know? Are you afraid that he will stick to you?â Zhang Nan asked with a smile.
Hearing this, Fu Xin couldnât help but sigh. âSigh⦠you donât know. When I was cooking yesterday, I almost blew up the kitchen. Then this morning, he taught himself to cook noodles for me.â
Zhang Nan saw that Fu Xinâs tone seemed to be regretful, but the expression on her face made her want to hit someone. She spat. âGo ahead and show off!â
âIâm serious. If he finds out that Iâm injuredâ¦â Fu Xin lowered her head and started carving. However, halfway through her sentence, she was poked by Guo Naâs elbow. She looked up and saw that Jiang Xinyuan had already entered.
Under normal circumstances, Fu Xinâs voice was not loud and Jiang Xinyuan would definitely not be able to hear it in the courtyard. However, when Fu Xin saw Jiang Xinyuan running over nervously, she knew that something was wrong.
âMom, are you hurt?â
Fu Xin was speechless.
Actually, Jiang Xinyuan only knew that Fu Xin was injured when he heard the bad woman gloating in her heart. Fortunately, his mother had been talking with her head lowered and did not notice him coming. She was also talking about her injury. Otherwise, he would not know how to care about his mother.
Fu Xin did not know about this. She only thought that Jiang Xinyuan happened to come over and heard her. She lifted her pants to reassure him. âLook, itâs just a little cut. Thereâs no blood. Itâs really fine.â
Jiang Xinyuan still wanted to speak, but Fu Xin stopped him on the spot. âI know what youâre going to say! But engraving is Momâs job. Your job is done. Youâre not allowed to snatch it. This knife is very sharp, and engraving requires strength. Youâre too young, and your hands are too tender. Itâs easy to hurt your hands.â
Jiang Xinyuan understood that his mother would not let him interfere in this matter. He could only tell her to be careful and wanted to continue accompanying his mother, but she still coaxed him to go to the courtyard.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was time to hand in the homework. It was considered calm. The parents brought the ingredients to the village chiefâs house.
Fu Xin continued to chop firewood. Chen Xiaomei was still the head chef, and the other three mothers helped her. The other four children gathered and played together, while Jiang Xinyuan appeared in the kitchen. He was no longer as afraid of Chen Xiaomei as before.
Seeing that Chen Xiaomei was about to start cooking the first dish, he asked innocently, âAunt Chen, do you know how to use the village chiefâs kitchenware now?â
âDamn it, little b*tch, are you deliberately finding fault with me? I clearly cooked according to Chen Xiaomeiâs memory. Why isnât it as delicious as hers? Yesterday, I could say that I wasnât familiar with the kitchen utensils. Today, before I could think ofa way to say it, this b*tch came to annoy me. I really want to kill him with a knife. â
Jiang Xinyuan was not afraid at all. With so many people watching, the bad woman would not dare to touch him. He continued to look at Chen Xiaomei with his black eyes, waiting for her to answer.
Chen Xiaomei smiled insincerely and said, âThen try it later and give Auntie an evaluation, how about that?â
Jiang Xinyuan smiled and nodded. âOkay.â Hearing the evil womanâs crazy curses, he was a little happy. She was obviously very angry, but she could not
do anything to him. He thought that he had become evil too. Mom liked good babies, not bad babies. Thinking of this, he immediately retracted his happy mood.
He stayed in the kitchen because he wanted to learn how to cook. Chen Xiaomeiâs food was not particularly delicious, it was just ordinary home-cooked food. He wanted to learn and cook for his mother at night.
The guests finished their simple lunch. As for the taste, how should they put it? This time, with the mothersâ advance warning, no children said that it was not delicious.
After a short lunch break, everyone arrived at their posts at two in the afternoon..