A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

The person who came greeted Zhuang Qingxiang and then began taking measurements, saying that the door frame and door would probably take two or three days to install.

Zhuang Qingxiang was quite happy that Director Lu had listened to her words.

Not long after the person who took the measurements left, another person came, saying he was from the factory office and that Factory Director Lu had bought some things and asked him to deliver them.

Zhuang Qingxiang exclaimed in amazement.

Rice, millet, flour, vegetables, rooster, pork hock...

She had never seen so many things, not even during the Chinese New Year.

The rooster is still alive, so put it in the henhouse first, and then stew the pork hock.

Before I knew it, it was time to leave work, and the aroma of braised pork knuckle wafted through the courtyard.

"Comrade Zhuang?"

A shout came from outside. Zhuang Qingxiang frowned slightly, came out of the kitchen, and greeted, "Comrade Liang."

"Hey, we're already so familiar, just call me Brother Liang," Liang Xinzheng said with a smile.

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't bring herself to call out, and asked dryly, "Did you come here for something? Factory Director Lu should still be at the factory..."

"I just stopped by after get off work to see if there was anything you needed to buy. I'll bring it back for you tomorrow since I'm off work," Liang Xinzheng said patiently.

Zhuang Qingxiang could sense Liang Xinzheng's meaning, and her brows furrowed even more.

But she didn't want to offend anyone.

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"Comrade Liang, thank you, but I don't need anything. Director Lu has arranged everything perfectly." She said politely.

Rejected, Liang Xinzheng wasn't in a hurry. The aroma was so enticing, his mouth watered: "It smells so good! Did you make this?"

"Hmm... I braised the pork knuckle that Factory Director Lu bought."

Liang Xinzheng exclaimed, "It smells amazing! You're a great cook!"

Zhuang Qingxiang hesitated for a moment, then said apologetically, "Comrade Liang, I'm sorry, these are from Director Lu's family, I have no right to offer them to you for tasting..."

Liang Xinzheng: "..."

"Um... Comrade Liang, is there anything else? I have other things to do..." Zhuang Qingxiang asked again.

Liang Xinzheng's face darkened, but he still managed a smile: "It's nothing, you go ahead with your work, I'll head back now."

As Liang Xinzheng stepped out of the courtyard, his face was grim.

He really gave her too much credit!

What could a young widow from the countryside possibly do? She should be secretly grateful to have married a regular factory worker like him.

He hasn't complained about her having two children in tow; how much would it cost to raise them?

When the time comes, let her send both children back to Dongya Village. She can visit them once a month. Why would she keep them by her side and raise them? Isn't that stupid?

However, he had truly taken a liking to this widow.

Just by smelling the aroma, he knew her cooking skills were better than the head chef in the cafeteria, and she also had a great figure. When she came out of the kitchen, her clothes were clinging to her body, showing off her curves. If he had met her a few years earlier, he could have gotten her to have several more children.

Forget about it now, I can just stay home and take care of him.

Liang Xinzheng felt a bit hot and decided to go back and discuss it with his family again, and bring the widow over to live with them as soon as possible.

In the courtyard, Zhuang Qingxiang breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned in annoyance.

She couldn't openly refuse what Old Liang hadn't explicitly said, otherwise people would definitely say she was being presumptuous.

Her rejection was pretty obvious, wasn't it? I hope he understands.

Zhuang Qingxiang went back to the kitchen to continue her work.

For this braised pork knuckle, she specially steamed a pot of white rice and stir-fried three dishes.

When Lu Congyue returned with Sun Yongxian, the food was just ready.

"Wow, it smells so good, Sister Zhuang, did you make all of this?" Sun Yongxian circled around Zhuang Qingxiang, swallowing hard.

Even Lu Congyue silently swallowed, thankfully no one saw it.

Zhuang Qingxiang was in a bit of a dilemma. Usually, she would invite others to "eat together" in such situations, but this was not her home, and the food was not hers, so she had no right to do so.

Zhuang Qingxiang secretly glanced at Lu Congyue.

Then Lu Congyue said, "Her cooking is quite good. Go and call Doctor Shi over so we can have some together."

"Oh dear, I can't accept that."

Sun Yongxian said she was embarrassed, but her body language betrayed her. She ran off to find Shi Peiran, and the two of them arrived quickly.

They didn't come empty-handed; they brought two cans of food, a bottle of wine, and a small bag of fruit candies.

"These fruit candies are for Yueyue, you two men can drink this bottle of wine, and Sister Zhuang and I will just eat the dishes," Sun Yongxian said with a smile.

Lu Congyue didn't stand on ceremony and let Zhuang Qingxiang accept it.

When Xiao Qianyue heard that the fruit candy was for her, her eyes sparkled with excitement. She kept thanking Sun Yongxian and said that Teacher Sun was the best teacher in the world.

Sun Yongxian was delighted to hear this, and during dinner she asked Lu Congyue, "Factory Director Lu, Yueyue is such a good girl, can't you pull some strings and let her go to kindergarten?"

"Yongxian..." Zhuang Qingxiang hurriedly pulled her.

Lu Congyue looked at the little girl sitting next to Zhuang Qingxiang across from him: "Yueyue wants to go to kindergarten?"

"..." Xiao Qianyue thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook her head, "Yueyue stays at home to help her mother take care of her younger brother."

Hearing this, Zhuang Qingxiang became anxious and quickly said, "No, she wants to go, but she's afraid of troubling Director Lu."

Little Qian Yue clutched her mother's clothes tightly and shook her head: "Mother, Yueyue can help you..."

Zhuang Qingxiang wanted to cover her mouth.

She wanted to go to kindergarten, and Zhuang Qingxiang wanted her to go too, as long as Director Lu was willing to pull some strings.

Lu Congyue looked at Zhuang Qingxiang. Her bangs were still thick and covered her eyebrows and eyes, but he seemed to be able to see the expectation in her eyes.

The factory's kindergarten only accepts the children of its own employees, and there has never been an exception. However, sending this child there is not a problem at all.

"Okay, I'll talk to the principal tomorrow," Lu Congyue readily agreed.

Zhuang Qingxiang changed completely in an instant; everyone could feel her happiness.

Lu Congyue picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and suppressed the involuntary smile that was creeping onto his lips.

Sun Yongxian said happily, "That's great! I'm teaching the middle class now, so Yueyue will be with me from now on. Aren't you happy, Yueyue?"

Little Qian Yue's eyes curved into crescent moons as she nodded vigorously, nodding frantically.

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't know what to say. Since she couldn't drink alcohol, she toasted everyone with tea instead.

The two women and one child finished eating quickly, leaving the two men who were drinking behind, and went inside to whisper to each other.

Only then did Shi Peiran lower his voice and say, "Director Lu, what kind of heavenly life are you living every day? Eating so well every day?"

Lu Congyue glanced at him: "Didn't you know I eat in the cafeteria every day? The meat is bought for Comrade Zhuang."

"No, these vegetables are delicious too! You're so lucky to have a nanny who can cook so well, I'm so envious." Shi Peiran looked miserable. "Director Lu, if you were eating in the canteen every day, would my wife and I be able to come and eat with Comrade Zhuang? You have no idea what kind of life I'm living every day..."

Lu Congyue: "No."

Shi Peiran took a bitter sip of wine.

Inside, Sun Yongxian whispered to Zhuang Qingxiang, "Sister Zhuang, my neighbor is extremely satisfied with your craftsmanship, and several mothers of children also want you to help them. I've thought about it and set a price for you: one to five cents depending on the size of the tear. If you need me to add fabric or embroidery yourself, the price will be eight cents to one dollar. How does that sound?"

Zhuang Qingxiang felt her heart pounding wildly.

"Is it okay?" she asked softly.