Chapter 371: Chapter 367: Warm and Cozy Daily Life

Wen Ran smiled, "Thank you very much."

"You’re welcome, it’s what I should do," the man said, looking at Wen Ran, "In the future, it’s best not to walk alone in such secluded places.

It’s still too dangerous."

"Okay, thank you for your concern."

Wen Ran nodded slightly and then pondered about inviting him home for a meal.

Although, strictly speaking, she didn’t need the help this time, it doesn’t mean others don’t need it.

The man declined, saying he had other things to attend to, and hurriedly left.

Wen Ran didn’t want to force it, and could only watch his back, silently lost in thought.

Hiss~

He really looks familiar.

Wen Ran thought for a long time but couldn’t figure it out, so she simply tossed it to the back of her mind.

Yes, we’re all about not dwelling on things.

If you can’t think of it, then so be it!

When the time is right, it’ll come to mind.

The two people got beaten unconscious, and the man left. Wen Ran, without a moment of hesitation, stripped the valuables off them.

Take that!

Before leaving, she even dislocated their arms.

A little punishment.

On her way back, Wen Ran accidentally stumbled upon a Pigeon Market.

After entering, she grabbed anything suitable she saw.

With too much to carry in her hands, she bought a backpack to throw all the bits and pieces in, while she carried a bag of rice and a bag of flour.

This place is different from the countryside.

They live in a courtyard with three sections of houses.

Especially since they’re in the middle section, sneaking things back without others knowing is impossible.

So, she might as well be open about it.

Coming from the countryside, so what?

Does being from the countryside mean you’re poor?

Besides, Wen Ran didn’t intend to lay low here; she wanted to eat and drink well.

So when she came back flaunting all these things, Aunt Hua and Luo Cuifen from the front courtyard were stunned.

Good heavens, what kind of family is this peasant family from the countryside?

"Oh my," muttered Luo Cuifen as she watched Wen Ran with a smile, "Looks like old Bai’s granddaughter’s family is quite well off."

"Hmph," sneered the woman with a headscarf, rolling her eyes, "That’s not necessarily the case."

Aunt Hua ignored her eye-roll and curiously asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"How do you know this money wasn’t from that little demon called Wen Ran?

If you ask me," she cracked the peanuts in her hand with a pop, "it surely came from that stingy Bai Zhenzhu couple."

After saying that, she spat and said, "Serves them right!

The other day, they cooked such fragrant meat at home. I asked for a piece so my little grandson could have a taste, and they were so stingy.

Even brought me to their house to say some pompous words, as if our family is the one born poor?"

"Hahahaha," Luo Cuifen clutched her stomach, laughing, "Mrs. Zhao Sr., you’re getting shameless.

Bringing up such unreasonable words, yet insisting your family isn’t born poor.

When someone else stews meat, your kids act like they’ve reincarnated as starving ghosts, clinging to the pot’s edge to watch.

Let me tell you, Bai Zhenzhu was kind enough to leave you some dignity. If it were me, I would have dragged your child and scolded them from the middle courtyard to the front courtyard."

After this, everyone burst into laughter.

"You, you..."

The woman’s face was red with embarrassment, unable to retort.

After all, every word was true; she couldn’t refute a thing, only stretching her hand trembling, eventually giving up herself.

Luo Cuifen rolled her eyes, thinking, "You little thing!

I won’t let you off!"

By the time Wen Ran returned home, everyone was back too.

They had hauled back a ton of coal, piled up in the corner of the courtyard.

Xiao Chenye showed some concern, "When this stuff has been here a while, won’t it stain the walls black here and there?"

Bai Zhenzhu waved her hand, "It doesn’t matter, it’s leaning against the wall anyway, and we’re not using it for looks.

If it turns black, we can just repaint it with white paint. "

Indeed, that made sense.

Wen Ran appeared with her shopping loot.

"Oh my, you went out shopping too?"

Xiao Chenye rushed forward to take the items, "Weren’t you going to send a telegram to Uncle?"

"Yes," Wen Ran didn’t mention being followed, brushing it off, "I happened to run into it on my way back."

Bai Zhenzhu looked confused, "But on the way back, you should have returned the same way; there’s no Pigeon Market there."

Wen Ran: "..."

What should she say?

That someone was plotting against her,

and she found it amusing to turn the tables, deliberately taking a secluded path?

And ended up stumbling onto a Pigeon Market by accident?

"Sigh," Wen Ran glossed over it, "I saw it on my way back.

Oh, and underneath here, I bought ten pounds of pork belly. Tonight, we can skip everything and just make dumplings."

"Sure thing."

Mrs. Xiao comfortably said, "Then let’s all get ready."

The more people, the more food needed.

But more people, more strength too.

Wen Ran had a good impression of Bai Zhenzhu and Uncle Ding, so she straightforwardly pulled the old couple to help out too.

With dough in one hand, Uncle Ding and Bai Zhenzhu, clumsily shaping the dumplings, exchanged glances.

Why are they here again?

Couldn’t figure it out, so they simply stopped thinking about it.

Even a bit resignedly, they soaked into it together.

What’s wrapping some dumplings?

Wrap them, boil them, and then just eat them together.

The twins were still young, so they had to spare someone to keep an eye on them separately.

Previously, Mr. Xiao had made a solid wood crib for the kids at home, but it was too hefty to bring all the way to the Capital City.

So they had to give it up and leave it at home.

Now, when they needed to use it, it was incredibly challenging to find a suitable crib.

Mr. Xiao was thinking, anyway, the courtyard was spacious, might as well craft one out of solid wood himself right here.

"Uncle Ding," these days, they had grown somewhat fond of each other, "around here, do they sell good timber?"

"Timber?"

Uncle Ding’s eyes lit up, "What do you need timber for?"

"Oh, seeing that everyone’s constantly carrying the kids, it must be tiring over time.

I’ve decided to find some good timber to make a crib for the kids."

When it comes to making things for one’s own, one won’t skim on effort.

He’d definitely polish away all the splinters perfectly.

Never hurting the kids.

Besides, those painted ones give off a weird smell; Mr. Xiao pondered finding some attractive grain wood, focusing solely on the simplest wooden texture.

Nothing else needed.

What looks nice in red?

Health and safety are the most important.

"You’ve asked the right person!"