Chapter 433: Chapter 405: I’ll Learn, Don’t Dislike Him_3
The new dishwashing lady unintentionally caught a glimpse of them and quickly went to the counter, "Jiang Accountant, how much Silver Coin for that table over there?"
The accountant was no longer the old accountant who recognized Song Tingfan and the others. After taking a glance, he just worked the abacus, "432 cents."
Upon hearing this, the dishwashing lady touched the Silver in her pocket and realized she didn’t have that much Silver Coin, "Jiang Accountant, can I put it on my tab and give you the Silver Coin tomorrow?"
Jiang Accountant hesitated for a moment and quickly said, "I’ll ask the shopkeeper." Then he went to ask Jiang Ming, who was receiving guests.
Jiang Ming, hearing this, looked towards the counter, "No need to pay, that’s the boss, recognize this for the future."
Jiang Accountant quickly nodded, then returned to the dishwashing lady, "Sister Xu, no need, that’s the boss."
The dishwashing lady was stunned for a moment, said, "Hmm," and then went into the kitchen.
After dinner, Jiang Ming told Lin Qiao about this matter and, still curious, went to the back kitchen where the dishwashing lady was squatting and washing dishes.
She pursed her lips, "Aunt Xu."
The dishwashing lady looked over, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, "Ma’am."
"How can you wash dishes with a bad back?" Lin Qiao pulled her up.
The lady had followed them back, and her back wasn’t in good condition. It was heard that she had accidentally dropped a cup at her employer’s home and got kicked in the back by the master.
Apparently, it wasn’t treated in time, and bending over for a long time made her back hurt.
The dishwashing lady’s eyes turned slightly red, the lady even knew about her bad back, "Ma’am, it’s fine, this work isn’t heavy."
Lin Qiao said nothing and called Jiang Ming over, "Let Aunt Xu wipe the tables."
Jiang Ming understood what she meant: let Aunt Xu do the easy work, so he nodded, "Okay, but it’ll be a hardship for Aunt Xu."
The dishwashing lady had seen a lot, and she naturally understood Lin Qiao’s good intentions, so she quickly waved her hand, "Ma’am, no need, I’ll just wash the dishes, it’s not tiring, not tiring."
"If it’s not tiring, then wipe the tables; wiping tables is tiring," Lin Qiao smiled, said a few more words, and then left.
In the afternoon, the family went strolling on the street again, buying a lot of things, many of which were Song Ling’s.
This child is simply a treasure.
Li Guifen bought, Lin Han bought, Lin Han bought, Lin Sheng and his wife bought, then Lin Shan and his wife bought, and then Lin Ping and Lin An also bought.
Finally, it was Song Ling’s wealthy father.
They returned home, everyone was tired, and didn’t eat together anymore. Lin Qiao let Song Qin go rest and then went into the kitchen to cook.
Outside, the sky gradually darkened, and the firelight in the kitchen was exceptionally bright.
Suddenly, a man’s low voice, mingled with a hint of nervousness, asked, "Is my sweet talk sweet?"
He suddenly threw out that sentence, leaving Lin Qiao stunned, and she reflexively asked, "What sweet talk?"
Song Tingfan’s ears faintly blushed, nervously gripping his clothes, "Is my sweet talk sweet?"
Lin Qiao: "..."
She couldn’t help but cough a few times, not knowing what to say.
Then he continued, "I will learn."
Don’t dislike him.
Lin Qiao belatedly realized he was talking about the noon compliment to Jiang Ming and couldn’t help but laugh—he’s so adorably silly.
"What are you learning? Learning sweet talk? Why learn it?"
Lin Qiao walked over, pinched his nose, and said, "Do I need to learn sweet talk for you to like me too?"
"No," Song Tingfan replied firmly.
"Then that’s it; just be yourself. It doesn’t matter if there’s a scar on your face or your tongue is clumsy. As long as it’s you, I like it," Lin Qiao soothed.
Lin Qiao knew his insecurity was hard to eliminate, so she extended her pinky, "Come on, make a pinky promise; once you do, you can’t lie to me."
Song Tingfan looked at her for a moment, reached out, and hooked his pinky with hers, saying seriously, "I’ll remember that."
He remembered, remembered what she said, that she couldn’t lie to him.
Otherwise, he might go mad...
"It’s good you remember," Lin Qiao noted.
Thinking of something, the smile on her face faded, "Tomorrow is Da Gui’s birthday, I’ll go burn incense alone."
Mentioning Xu Dagui, Song Tingfan pursed his lips and bowed his head in silence for a moment, "Alright."
He knew there would always be the presence of Xu Dagui between them, and there was no way to ease it.
Xu Dagui was already dead.
"I’ll escort you to the foot of the mountain."
"Okay," Lin Qiao nodded.
...
Xu Dagui was at the neighboring villages, and the grave was halfway up West Mountain. Before she got close, Lin Qiao was already feeling timid.
Soon, she walked over, her eyes fell on Xu Dagui’s grave, and her eyes were somewhat sour. The next moment, she knelt on the ground.
Da Gui, I’m sorry.
I caused your harm.
It was my fault.
Behind the tree, Song Tingfan watched as the woman didn’t lift her head for a long time. Something seemed to block his throat, and he then knelt, solemnly knocking his head to the ground several times.
Don’t blame her; it’s on him.
Whatever grievances should be directed at him.
