Satan Duoqing: Woman, you can't escape!

"Young Mistress, Young Mistress, how can you embroider things like cross-stitch!" As she spoke, she took Yunwei's hand and said with tears in her eyes, Yunwei's head felt swollen and painful again: "Look at your white and smooth hands. How can you pinch something like a needle? What if your fingers bleed and leave scars? Master Jing Chen came back from a business trip and saw the scars on your hands , you will blame me for not taking good care of you, you can't embroider cross-stitch, young lady, you should watch TV, watch movies, even going to the garden to enjoy the flowers is also good..."

Mrs. Zhang was chattering and wanted to say more, Yunwei was really impatient, especially when she mentioned Jing Chen, her heart felt an indescribable upset, her chest was about to burst, so she said it The words were unprecedented: "I can't do this, and I can't do that. You keep calling me young mistress, but you always care about me. Do I have to do what you say? What do you have?" You are not qualified to control me, you are not my mother, I really dislike you who are always nagging in my ear, who do you think you are."

She vented the resentment in her heart in one breath, and after she finished speaking, Yunwei took a sharp breath in her chest, moved up and down, and met Aunt Zhang's shocked and injured eyes with serious eyes.

After being stunned for a while, Mrs. Zhang hid the tears in her eyes, concealed her disappointment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Young Mistress, I understand. Since you want to embroider, you can embroider. I'm going to cook."

Seeing Mrs. Zhang's desolate and desolate back disappear before her eyes, Yun Wei came back to her senses, let out a big breath, and knocked her head heavily in frustration: "Wow, it hurts~"

The whole person was thrown into the sofa dejectedly, regretting that he had said such a nasty thing to Aunt Zhang just now, how could she become so mean?What happened to her?

Distraught to the point of going crazy, she sighed heavily, Yunwei picked up the needle and thread placed on the glass tea table and continued to thread, and when she finally threaded it in, she embroidered along the grid according to the pattern, but, due to She has never held such things as needles and threads, and she is so preoccupied that she can't calm down, so she always pokes her fingers, and she groans in pain, sucking the blood from her fingers again and again.

What made her even more annoyed was that she managed to embroider a few grids, but found that the embroidery was still wrong, and she was about to collapse after tossing.

Can't give up, never give up, isn't it just cross stitch?It's not a big problem, she must calm down and embroider it well, so that Xiaolu can look at it with admiration.

So, she took a deep breath, bit her lips, picked up the needle and thread and started to embroider again. Each stitch and thread fell more carefully than before. Gradually, her restless mood went back and forth stitch by stitch. After the shuttle, I calmed down a bit, my eyes scanned back and forth on the drawings and cloth strips, and the unhappiness in my heart dissipated under the concentrated embroidery.

Unknowingly, she embroidered a small corner according to the drawing. Although she only embroidered a little bit, she felt an indescribable satisfaction. After stretching her waist, which was a little sore in a long-time position, she He picked up the drawings on the coffee table and stared at them in a daze.

There is a mountain hut, with smoke curling up, flowers blooming around the hut, cobblestones, small bridges, flowing water, lush trees, pieces of pink cherry blossoms floating in the air, the picture is as beautiful as a fairy mirror in the world, a paradise, in the fiery red sunset Next, a pair of lovers leaning on each other stood on the small bridge, holding hands and looking at each other.

Yesterday, when I walked into the store with Xiaolu, countless kinds of cross-stitches came into view, but her eyes remained on this pair of cross-stitches, and she felt that the world she had been yearning for was so similar to the picture in it , In her heart, she has always longed to be able to cuddle with her favorite person in this green mountains and green waters, watching the sunset, that is the most satisfying thing for her.

Looking at the pattern obsessively, a longing smile appeared on the corners of her lips. Suddenly, there was a "gurgling" cry from her stomach. Yunwei put down her cross-stitching and touched her stomach with her hands. From last night until now, she I haven't eaten anything, I'm so hungry.

Why hasn't Mrs. Zhang cooked lunch yet?Thinking of Mrs. Zhang, Yun Wei suddenly remembered the hurtful words she said to Mrs. Zhang just now, and couldn't help blaming herself. How could she blurt out such hurtful words? Resentment, but it's definitely not like what she just said to belittle Mrs. Zhang and look down on Mrs. Zhang. It must be because she is in a bad mood and has no way to vent her words.

Presumably Mrs. Zhang is very sad. Although Mrs. Zhang likes to take care of her, she is much older than herself after all, so she will inevitably care more about the juniors. Ever since she married Jing Chen, Mrs. Zhang has been taking care of her. Life takes care of her in every possible way. It can be said that she is like a mother who cares about her well-being and her body. She treats herself so well, but she says something that hurts her heart.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt sorry for Mrs. Zhang, Yunwei got up from the sofa, left the living room, and walked towards the kitchen.

As soon as she opened the door to the kitchen, she saw Mrs. Zhang's kitchen knife on the onion but didn't cut it, she was just thinking about something with her back stiff and stuffy.

"Sister-in-law Zhang~" Yunwei called softly, and walked to her side.

"Oh, it's the young mistress, just wait a little longer, the dishes will be ready soon!" Seeing Yunwei coming in, she quickly rolled up the corner of her sleeve and wiped her eyes, then smiled at Yunwei, and then, 'Bang Bang bang' chopped green onion.

Seeing Mrs. Zhang flustered, Yunwei's heart ached. She put her hand on Mrs. Zhang's shoulder, leaned her head on her shoulder, opened her lips slowly, and said softly, "Sister Zhang, I'm sorry, I just said Words are too heavy."

"Young mistress, you don't need to apologize to me. You are the hostess, and I'm just a servant. I should do what the master says. It's me who doesn't know what's good. You indulged me a little bit. It's getting more and more inferior." Mrs. Zhang moved her body and said in a cold tone.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, are you still angry with me when you say that? Do you still care about what I said just now?" Yunwei's tone was heavily nasal.

"Look at what Young Mistress said, how dare I be angry with Young Mistress." Hearing Yunwei's nasal voice, Mrs. Zhang's tone gradually softened.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, I didn't mean to say those words just now, and those words were by no means my true inner voice. I was in a bad mood and couldn't control it for a while. What I said was insincere, but I definitely didn't belittle you. I looked down on you. You mean, in my heart, you care about me just like my mother, making me feel very warm, just like my mother is by my side."

As Yunwei talked, she thought of Mrs. Zhang's usual care for her, and tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably. What came to her mind was that night when there was a thunderstorm, her stomach hurt, but Jing Chen was still at work and couldn't make it back for a while. , the driver asked for leave because of family affairs, so he couldn't drive her to the hospital at all. It was Mrs. Zhang who carried her on her shoulders, braving the heavy rain, holding an umbrella in one hand to shield her from the wind and rain, while stepping on the rainwater with her on her back. Sent her to the hospital. At that time, seeing her crooked figure pushing forward without stopping, she secretly swore in her heart that in the future, she must treat Aunt Zhang very well in order to repay her Kindness to myself.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, I was wrong, please forgive me, I know that you treat me very well and care about me, I shouldn't vent my anger on you when I'm in a bad mood, please forgive me." Yunwei fell With tears in his eyes, he spoke in a choked voice.

"Stupid child, don't cry, Mrs. Zhang just doesn't blame you, don't cry, you know? Look at your eye circles are red from crying." Mrs. Zhang patted Yun Wei's shoulder lovingly, comforting her.

"Enen, as long as Mrs. Zhang doesn't have a relationship with me anymore, forgive me, and I won't cry!" At this moment, Yunwei was like a child, wiping her tears while crying and laughing in front of Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang looked at her childish appearance with a kind smile, and smoothed out the hair scattered on her temples. She had served as a servant for many rich families before, and served several young masters and ladies, but none of them They are so arrogant and spoiled, they don't pay attention to them as servants at all, they are not arrogant, they are superior to others at will, and if they do not suit their wishes, they will sneer and insult at every turn, and they don't care about a person at all. The feeling of a servant, but the young mistress is different. Although she was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, she has a kind heart and is as pure and clear as water. In her eyes, people are equal, and there is no distinction between high and low.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, will you still care about my well-being in the future, cook for me what I want, tell me to pay attention to this and that, and care about me?" Yunwei blinked her bright eyes , looking at Mrs. Zhang expectantly.

"Of course, but I will take care of you properly and listen to your thoughts. If it is not harmful to you, I will be happy for you to do it. If it is harmful to you, I will remind you You, to keep you from being hurt, will no longer be as painful and responsible as before, and will consider your feelings."

"Sister-in-law Zhang, you are the best." Yun Wei happily hugged Mrs. Zhang's neck, hugging her affectionately.

"Okay, okay, get out of the way, my dishes haven't been cooked yet, you haven't touched the food last night, you must be hungry!" Mrs. Zhang pushed Yunwei's body, telling her not to block Watching himself, in case the knife does not have long eyes and hurts her.

"Yeah, I'm so hungry, I'm about to starve to death." Yunwei rubbed her belly and said with a bitter face. Seeing a pot of fried pork ribs next to her, she smacked her mouth and was about to reach out Grabbed, but was slapped off by Mrs. Zhang's extended hand.