Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 72
Looking up again, he saw that Zhao Xiwei was still kneeling on the side with a calm expression on his face. This look of peace and equanimity cannot be faked.

And what about Zhao Chengyu?She is beating and scolding the maid, how can she still look like a lady?You don't need to ask any more to know that this must be a lie that has been exposed in a frenzy!
The more the comparison is made, the more the old lady feels that Zhao Xiwei is better.

What about keeping it outside?Look, her appearance is outstanding, and her posture is dignified. What is worse than a serious lady?

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, but the old lady was reluctant to scold her granddaughter, so she patted the table and counted down at the second lady: "Second wife, this is the daughter you taught!"

"I tell you all day long that the business outside is handed over to men, and women should be at home with their husbands and children! You just don't listen, you have to go out and show your face to do business! Look, be good What kind of child has been taught by you! Before leaving the cabinet, the house has been disturbed, and which man would dare to marry him in the future?!"

The second lady was so angry that her liver and gallbladder were split, but she had nothing to say.

One is his mother-in-law, who can't resist.

The other is related to his own business.

She can't be offended on either side.

She could only admit her mistake repeatedly: "Old lady, let go of her anger, it's all the fault of being a daughter-in-law. It's the daughter-in-law's failure to discipline the child well. You can beat or scold you whatever you want, but don't be so angry anymore!"

He said to Zhao Chengyu again, "Sister Yu, hurry up and confess your mistakes to grandma!"

Things changed too fast, and seeing himself become a loser again, Zhao Chengyu was still a little dazed. After being drunk like this, he hurriedly bowed his head and bowed: "Grandma, calm down."

The second lady also kowtowed and said, "Old lady, Sister Yu is wrong, it's because I, a mother-in-law, didn't teach me well, my daughter-in-law dare not ask for your forgiveness, I just want to start from today and close the door. For a month, copy the scriptures with peace of mind and pray for the old lady..."

Zhao Xi lowered his eyes slightly and smiled coldly when he heard it.

In just a few words, you want to lightly expose Zhao Chengyu's fault?
If she just let it go today, and she thinks of ways to find fault in the future, how can she have so much energy to deal with it every day?
At the right time, Mother Zhou quietly brought up the tea tray and said softly, "Old Madam, drink some tea to moisten your throat."

The old lady took a sip and asked, "Why does this tea taste a little bitter?"

Mammy Zhou smiled calmly and said, "This is what Miss Wei gave to the old slave yesterday. She said that it was the bitter lotus tea that she made by herself. It's the best thing to clear the throat and moisten the lungs."

"Oh?" The old lady's anger eased a little, and she looked at Zhao Xiwei in surprise, "Sister Wei, so this is the scented tea that Mrs. Qiao said?"

Zhao Xiwei, who had been silent for a while, then raised his head, his face still so calm and dignified.

As if none of this had happened, Yingying smiled and said, "Yes."

That smile was both bright and dazzling, reflecting her moonlight-like face, making the old lady feel pity again.

"The mouth is bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet. Drinking this tea reminds me of when I was young."

The old lady slowly sipped the tea in her cup and recalled the past: "At that time, your grandfather was demoted to Changsha County, and it was I who accompanied him to the south in the wind and snow. Changsha's winter is really cold, and after the frost, there is no A few comfortable days.

The sky was always miserable, with flying needle-like rain, and when I opened the window in the morning, it was a foggy patch, and I couldn't see the edge at a glance. "

She glanced out the window, her tone was a little sentimental, but a gentle look appeared on her face: "It's like today, but the rain in Changsha is far more abrasive than the one in Chang'an."

"It was rain, but it was as biting as ice when it fell on the body. It lasted for more than a month, and the laundry couldn't dry. When I touched it with my hand, I felt like I was scooping it out of cold water. It's like sleeping in an ice cellar.

When I was a daughter, I was also a pampered child. I developed cold legs in the first half of this day, and on rainy days, my knees were sore and icy.

At that time, Baozhu was following me. She held my feet in her arms and rubbed them little by little. After a while, her body began to warm up, and she felt a little sleepy, but she was already crowing.

It will be ten years after such a day has passed. Who would have thought that there will be such a blessing today.

People, you need to eat bitter, and then you can get sweet..."

The old lady stopped recalling and smiled lovingly: "Tea is like life, life is like tea. It's hard for you to understand this principle and use it in tea at a young age. No wonder Madam Qiao came to ask for tea."

What a good child, how did she just do it, why did she say such heavy words to her?
Feelings of regret and self-blame welled up, the old lady didn't wait for Zhao Xiwei to answer, she took the initiative to care: "Tell your grandmother, how did you develop such a good craft?"

Zhao Xiwei replied in a soft voice, "When Wei'er lived in the countryside, he made every tea and meal by himself."

The old lady showed some admiration, nodded again and again, and asked in surprise, "So when you are in the countryside, you depend on yourself for food, clothing, shelter and transportation?"

"Yes, old lady." Zhao Xi smiled brightly and openly, without any trace of sadness or inferiority. "My mother has always taught me, 'The poor and the stronger, the will not fall into the sky', no matter how hard it is. In the situation, we must be self-reliant and strengthen our resolve.”

The old lady was stunned, savoring this sentence carefully.

This child has not clearly defended himself, but this short sentence is powerful, neither humble nor arrogant, expressing his innocence to everyone.

The old lady was silent for a long time before she slowly reached out to Zhao Xiwei and said, "It's cold on the ground, get up and talk."

Zhao Xi responded slightly and put his hand in the palm of the old lady.

Her hands are beautifully shaped, her fingers are even and long, and her palms are soft and warm. If she plays the piano or carries a pen, she must be very eye-catching.

Unfortunately, there is a scar on the index finger.

With her hand on her palm, it was hard for the old lady not to see it.So he asked again in surprise, "Sister Wei, what's the matter with the scar on your hand?"

Zhao Xi blinked slightly and showed a smile: "Madam Hui, this was left when I was chopping wood for cooking. I was only six years old at the time and couldn't handle a knife, so I accidentally hurt my hand... "

"Six years old?"

The old lady's heart ached slightly, she involuntarily held her hand and stroked it gently.

The feelings of regret and self-blame were even more turbulent.

This child has suffered so much outside, but as a grandmother, she just blindly rejected her.

She is clearly a good girl, but she suspects the child of bad behavior because of a few unwarranted rumors...

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Yesterday, a reader said that it became watery when it was put on the shelves. It was a misunderstanding.This big story was written during the Spring Festival, not a temporary addition yesterday.In addition, this plot is very important and determines the direction of the next big plot.If you don't like it, it's because I didn't write it well. It's definitely not the number of words. The few cents in a chapter will not make me count the words... But don't worry, I will think about the plot well, and strive to make the new plot more sophisticated.

　Old lady: The winter in Hunan is really cold. If you don't believe me, try it

　　
　
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