Educated Youth in the Countryside: She is the Village's Embroidery Queen!-Chapter 411: Mind Your Own Business

The tone was a bit fierce, Liu Lan shrank her neck, "Got it!"

Her voice was weak, looking scared.

Yi Chichi’s mouth twitched, feeling like she was tricking him.

"Tell the truth, can you do it or not?!"

"I can do it!"

This wasn’t just something men couldn’t stand, women could explode too when asked too much.

Liu Lan was the best example, her gaze firm, she said, "Just wait and see, I can definitely do it!"

"Do it then!"

"Mm!"

So, when Wen Shi came back after sending Kang Youxin, he found the front door ajar and Yi Chichi’s workroom door tightly closed.

He was silent for two seconds, tiptoed to the workroom door, opened it, and peeked inside. There he saw his wife and Liu Lan sitting side by side, focused on their work in front of the embroidery frame.

Both of them were equally serious and focused, the silk threads in their hands flying across the silk cloth as if alive.

He pulled his head back and closed the door, deciding it was best not to make a sound.

In case he disturbed his wife and made him angry, he’d lose his evening benefits again.

The loss would be too great, and it simply couldn’t happen.

Coming back and not even being able to hug his wife would make his fake leave meaningless.

So, better go visit Uncle and Aunt.

Only to find that his mother and Qin Jiu were also there.

Carrying cigarettes, alcohol, and pastries, Wen Shi exclaimed, "Everyone’s having a chat!"

Wen’s mother turned her head over, "Did your Uncle Kang get in the car?"

"He did!"

"Did you send him to the county train station?"

"No, he wouldn’t let me."

Mr. Song waved him over, "Come sit down."

"Grandpa, these are cigarettes, wine, and snacks I bought for you. Eat them while they’re warm."

As he spoke, he deftly unwrapped the oil paper around the snacks. Inside were egg cakes.

Old Mrs. Song had poor teeth and loved soft foods. Besides, the egg cakes were really delicious. When Wen Shi handed them over, she didn’t stand on ceremony, reached out to take them, and smiled, "Thank you."

"Oh, just enjoy them, no need to be polite with me."

Wen Shi replied with a smile and started distributing the egg cakes to each person. When it came to Xiao Jiu, he curiously glanced at the homework in front of him.

He shouldn’t have looked because once he did, he was shocked, "Xiao Jiu, what are you studying?"

"Physics."

Grandpa Song took a bite of the egg cake. The taste was indeed delicious, sweet, soft, and seemed to melt in his mouth as soon as he bit into it, leaving sweetness from his mouth to his heart.

Glancing at the still shocked Wen Shi, he became interested, "How are you in math?"

Wen Shi thought for a moment, "... Chichi says I’m okay."

Grandpa Song exchanged glances with his wife, then he took out paper and pen, "How about I give you a problem to solve?"

"Sure!"

Wen Shi agreed readily, but within ten seconds he started to regret, because the problem Grandpa Song gave had many symbols he didn’t recognize.

Once Grandpa Song finished writing, he looked dumbfounded, "Grandpa Song, I can’t do this."

"And,"

Pausing, he hesitantly said, "I can’t understand it either."

Ye Yunqing and the others were curious about what kind of problem it was that couldn’t even be understood.

As far as they remembered, Wen Shi had graduated from middle school.

In the army, he had excelled at learning tasks and was also a good writer. Based on his current knowledge, he had at least a high school education.

Considering the current educational levels, this education level was honestly not low.

"Let me see."

Curiously, he leaned over, but once he looked, he understood why Wen Shi didn’t get it, because he didn’t understand either.

With a face full of sympathy, he patted Wen Shi’s shoulder, "No shame in it, I don’t get it either."

Wen Shi didn’t feel ashamed, he just felt quite helpless.

"Grandpa Song, I think you should give me a problem that’s a bit easier."

With his knowledge, this problem was really too deep for him.

Grandpa Song acknowledged with a sound and casually wrote another problem.

Wen Shi could do this one, and under everyone’s gaze, he solved it step by step.

Qin Jiu said, "Uncle is smarter than me!"

Then, he added somewhat wistfully, "I can’t even do this problem."

"You haven’t learned this yet."

Wen’s mother couldn’t bear to see him dejected. Children should grow up joyfully and happily, not thinking they aren’t smart.

"Besides, your uncle is older than you."

The implication: It’s normal for him to understand, and it’s normal for you not to. No need to feel inferior.

Qin Jiu found it logical, but he still silently made a decision in his heart.

He needed to add more coursework; he had to ask Grandmaster Song and the others to add more work for him.

His aunt said she would count on him to take care of her when she gets old.

If he doesn’t delve into academics and learn more, he fears he won’t even be able to support himself in the future, let alone take care of Grandmaster Song and his aunt.

So, he must work hard.

Then, determined Qin Jiu entered the intense learning pursuits, and Wen Shi, who originally just wanted a pleasant holiday, was also forced to become a top learner.

That day, Yi Chichi saw the two hardworking men under the light, sighed, and went to the kitchen to bring out herbal soup.

"Eat up before continuing."

Two bowls of herbal soup, one large, one small, appeared on the table, and the diligent young and old men at study lifted their heads from their workbooks, catching the faint aroma of herbs.

"What time is it?"

Wen Shi pinched his brow, and instead of eating, he asked about the time.

Yi Chichi looked at the clock, "Almost eight."

"Then it is time to eat."

Wen Shi looked at the herbal soup before him and saw chicken in it, puzzling, "Isn’t it herbal soup?"

"It is."

Yi Chichi pointed at the dang gui (angelica) and Huangqi within, "Aren’t these all herbs?"

He acknowledged, drank a sip of the soup, and gave a two-word evaluation, "It’s delicious."

"If it’s good, have some more; there’s plenty."

Before he could finish, Qin Jiu, who had emptied a bowl, raised his head and said, "Aunt, I want more."

"Stop drinking, eat the meat."

It was late, and children consuming too much soup at night put a burden on their still developing kidneys, not to mention too many trips to the bathroom could affect sleep.

Might even wet the bed.

So Yi Chichi gave him a chicken drumstick and some pieces of chicken.

"Finish this bowl and that’s it."

"Okay."

Qin Jiu replied and happily ate.

Wen Shi finished a bowl of soup, looking eagerly at Yi Chichi, not having a chance to speak yet when Yi Chichi smiled, "You want more, serve yourself."

Completely unexpectedly, Wen Shi was thrilled to hear her agree, "Really, I can?"

"Yes."

So Wen Shi got up, took the bowl to the kitchen, and pulled Yi Chichi along with him.

He intended to say something privately to her, only to find his dear mother with her feet on a burning charcoal brazier, holding a big bowl, drinking soup happily.

"Mom, are you planning not to sleep tonight with such a big bowl of soup?"

He looked helpless.

Wen’s mother rolled her eyes, "Mind your own business!"

She wasn’t a three-year-old child needing adult supervision.

She was an adult.

Old enough to be a grandmother.

Wen Shi looked at Yi Chichi, "Look at Mom!"

Yi Chichi wanted to say how was this her business? The small conflicts between them as mother and son should be resolved by themselves.

However, the soup that Wen’s mother drank was permitted by her.

So, she could only smile and say, "It’s okay, dang gui chicken soup is good for nourishing qi and blood, Mom can drink more, it’s alright."