Chapter 805: Chapter 804: The Warmth of Family
Fang Zhiyuan felt deeply moved by the old lady’s enthusiasm. During his stay at the Jiang Family these few days, he experienced their purest and most passionate hospitality. The most update n0vels are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
Zhang Guihua, after finishing with the dough, took out some pork and began chopping it up with a vigorous motion.
She wanted to make some stuffed pancakes for Fang Zhiyuan to take on the journey, and she didn’t idle while chopping the meat.
“Da Ya, Er Ya, come over and light the fire,” the old lady instructed as she chopped the meat.
The two girls, upon hearing their grandmother, obediently came over to start the fire.
Zhang Guihua then went into the inner room to fetch twelve eggs for Da Ya and Er Ya to boil.
Once the meat filling was ready and the dough had risen enough, she generously added a good amount of oil while mixing the meat filling.
When frying the pancakes, she uncharacteristically used plenty of oil, and as soon as a batch was done, the fragrance spread across half the village.
She cooked three full batches of pancakes before wiping the sweat from her forehead and stopping her work.
She wrapped the pancakes in clean oil paper, dividing them into three portions. She planned to have Yu Cheng take one stack back for Elder Yu to taste, since every year Mianmian visited the Capital City, being hosted by the Yu Family, this was her token of appreciation.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyuan had also packed his things. The old lady carried a small basket, inside were the freshly made pancakes, boiled eggs, some fruits, and some candies, clearly showing the old lady’s heartfelt preparations.
“Zhiyuan, come, take this. The pancakes are still warm, and when you eat them on the train, they’ll surely still be warm. Let Yu Cheng take one stack back for Elder Yu to taste,” Zhang Guihua said as she handed over the small basket, instructing him.
“Thank you, Aunt Jiang.” Fang Zhiyuan, holding the heavy little basket, felt deeply touched.
All these years, he had been alone, spending lonely days at the farm, and it had been many years since he felt the warmth from elders. Zhang Guihua’s special cooking for him, and the prepared food, touched him greatly.
During his stay at Stone Bridge Village, he felt the warmth of family deeply.
Zhang Guihua looked at the gentle and refined Fang Zhiyuan, feeling very reluctant: “Zhiyuan, you’re going to Xiangcheng this time, and we don’t know when we’ll meet again. I really can’t bear to part with you.”
The old lady didn’t actually know where Xiangcheng was; she only knew from what Fang Zhiyuan told her—that he needed to take a train and a plane. In her understanding, going to Xiangcheng felt like going abroad.
“Aunt Jiang, although Xiangcheng is not close to Yangcheng City, it’s not that far either. Once I’m settled there and have time, I’ll come back to see you,” Fang Zhiyuan reassured, seeing how unwilling the old lady was to part with him.
“Alright, Zhiyuan, Aunt Jiang hopes that the next time you come back, you bring your wife and kids to see me. Thinking of you alone in Xiangcheng makes my heart ache,” Zhang Guihua said, not forgetting to encourage marriage even at this time.
Fang Zhiyuan didn’t expect the conversation to take this turn, feeling a bit helpless but nodding repeatedly: “I understand, Aunt Jiang. Don’t worry, once I make a career, I’ll consider this matter.”
“Good, getting a wife, living as a family, brings warmth and a future,” Zhang Guihua said earnestly as if advising her own youngster.
Just as they were talking, the sound of a car braking came from outside.
“Uncle, the car is here,” Yu Cheng said to Fang Zhiyuan after seeing the conspicuous jeep outside.