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

Jiang Weihai didn't speak, and there was no anger or contempt in his eyes.

Zhuang Qingxiang then knew that he was a good person.

Zhuang Qingxiang said sincerely, "Master Jiang, you and Master Jiang are both good people. You've helped me a lot. I don't want to lose this job because of something like this. Can we just be colleagues and friends?"

Jiang Weihai's face flushed red, and he said in a panic, "You, you mustn't misunderstand, I'm not that kind of person... I, I know I'm not good enough for you, don't worry, from now on, I'll do as you say..."

He stammered and spoke incoherently, but Zhuang Qingxiang understood him.

She smiled at him and said, "Thank you, Master Jiang."

Jiang Weihai stood up in a panic, put down the cup in his hand, and looked flustered. He hurriedly said, "My father is overthinking this... Don't misunderstand, my father didn't mean any harm. My wife has been gone for two years, he just... just..."

"I know, I understand, don't worry." Zhuang Qingxiang quickly comforted him gently when she saw how flustered he was.

Seeing that she wasn't really angry and was even being so gentle, Jiang Weihai gradually calmed down and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

"No." Zhuang Qingxiang smiled and shook her head. "Master Jiang is a very sincere person."

Jiang Weihai scratched his head: "Don't praise me. I misunderstood before and almost caused you trouble."

"No, you've helped me a lot," Zhuang Qingxiang said truthfully.

During his time working in the cafeteria, Jiang Weihai was a great help.

Although he was openly learning from her by following her around, it was fortunate that he helped her take care of one of her children, otherwise she would have been really overwhelmed.

"Let's... stop talking like that, don't be so awkward," Jiang Weihai couldn't help but say. "You're making me feel embarrassed."

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't help but laugh.

Jiang Weihai laughed along with him.

With that smile, the awkwardness vanished, and Jiang Weihai spoke even more fluently.

"Zhuang Qingxiang, from now on we're friends. Let's treat each other like before, and be more comfortable with each other."

"good!"

Jiang Weihai breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great. I was just worried that you wouldn't let me work with you anymore, and I wouldn't be able to complete the task my father gave me to learn from you."

"It's been so many days, and you still haven't stolen it?" Zhuang Qingxiang asked curiously.

She cooks a dish every day, and Jiang Weihai watches her intently as she cooks. He has a basic understanding of cooking, so how could he not learn it?

Jiang Weihai smiled憨厚ly: "I've learned a little bit, but I can't be as carefree as you for now."

She really just uses the right amount of seasonings, grabbing whatever's at hand...

These two points cannot be learned in a day or two.

When it came to cooking, Jiang Weihai became more talkative and chatted even more enthusiastically with Zhuang Qingxiang.

The two also talked about the rice cakes that Zhuang Qingxiang had made recently. Although they were simple, they tasted very good.

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't hide anything and frankly said that she was better at making small pastries, a skill she learned from her mother, who learned it in the capital.

Jiang Weihai suddenly leaned forward and lowered his voice, saying, "Are you interested in secretly making some money?"

Zhuang Qingxiang: ? ? ?

Jiang Weihai: "Actually, my dad and I also take on some wedding banquets for villagers. I wasn't there when you came the first day because I was busy... Besides the banquet, weddings also need some snacks, candies, and the like. If you can make them, I'll tell them so they don't have to buy them."

Zhuang Qingxiang's eyes lit up: "Is that okay?"

"They buy from us, and they don't need tickets, so of course they're willing. It's just that this kind of thing can't be publicized; it's something only you and I know. As long as it doesn't get out, everything will be fine," Jiang Weihai explained.

Zhuang Qingxiang was so excited that she didn't know what to say.

This is much better than secretly selling things on the black market. Besides, with Master Jiang and his son around, it's definitely safe, and no one will investigate the speculation.

But she quickly calmed down and explained her difficulties.

"I can't go out to buy materials on weekdays."

"It's alright. Just make a list of what you need and I'll buy it for you." Jiang Weihai said nonchalantly, "It's much more convenient for my dad and me to buy things, and it's cheaper than at the supply and marketing cooperative."

"Okay, I'll do it!" Zhuang Qingxiang said immediately. "Just give me a small tip when it's done."

Zhuang Qingxiang was very self-aware. She needed the Jiang family father and son to help her buy materials, contact customers, and deliver goods. They would definitely take the lion's share, so she was content with having a small income.

Jiang Weihai laughed and said, "It's not like there are weddings every day... I'll let you know in advance when I hear from them."

"Okay," Zhuang Qingxiang replied happily.

They were having a great conversation when they heard a noise coming from the gate.

The two paused, then looked towards the front door and saw Lu Congyue standing there, poised to knock.

Zhuang Qingxiang and Jiang Weihai quickly stood up and called out "Director Lu" in unison.

Lu Congyue's face remained ashen. He glanced at the two people and nodded slightly: "They're chatting."

Lu Congyue recognized the chubby man; he had seen him in the cafeteria when he was getting food, and he worked in the kitchen.

Why is he here?

Does he know Zhuang Qingxiang?

How did they meet?

Three questions flashed through Lu Congyue's mind at the same time, and he immediately scoffed inwardly: What does this have to do with him?!

But the thought of them sitting so close together, chatting happily, fueled a fire in his heart.

She had never smiled at him so easily and freely, let alone said so much to him.

Their eyes met, and Zhuang Qingxiang quickly lowered her gaze, avoiding the unsettling look. "Director Lu, are you here to see Donghua? He's inside..."

"The child is inside, and you're outside?" Lu Congyue's tone turned slightly somber. "Is this how you take care of a child?"

Zhuang Qingxiang choked, watching helplessly as Lu Congyue strode into the house with a sullen face.

This was the first time Jiang Weihai had seen Factory Director Lu at Zhuang Qingxiang's place, and he saw him with the same stern and stern face.

He looked at Zhuang Qingxiang with unease and asked in a low voice, "Is Factory Director Lu angry?"

Zhuang Qingxiang gave a wry smile.

"I'm sorry, did I come so early and delay your business? Should I go and explain to Director Lu for you?" Jiang Weihai said nervously.

He didn't see Director Lu often, but he knew that Director Lu was a serious, responsible, and unsmiling person.

I occasionally see them in the cafeteria, and they are indeed as rumored.

But the factory director I just saw was not only unsmiling, he was downright scary!

If Zhuang Qingxiang helps Factory Director Lu take care of his child, wouldn't she see Factory Director Lu like this every day?

How pitiful...

Thinking back to the rumors circulating in the factory that Zhuang Qingxiang and Factory Director Lu had an affair, he really wanted to defend Zhuang Qingxiang and refute them.

Who would such a terrifying factory director like Director Lu possibly have an affair with? Anyone who gets involved is asking for trouble! Like, for example, technician Lin Weilin…

Jiang Weihai was lost in thought, his gaze towards Zhuang Qingxiang filled with sympathy and pity.