coobybook Chapter 109 Qingzi Ji 5
Chapter 109 Qingzi Ji 5
Before her family returned home, Ziyue teleported back home, changed her clothes, and left her room.
He opened the door, sat on the threshold, and shared some White Rabbit candies with a few children playing nearby.
Then, he turned and went into the yard, took the meat from the well, and went into the kitchen. Not long after, the original owner's brother returned.
Qing Ziji entered the kitchen and saw that her younger sister was preparing to cook, so she quickly went over to her.
"Yueyue, put it down quickly, I'll do it."
A clear, pleasant, and gentle voice rang out, and Ziyue obediently put it down.
The original owner wasn't very good at cooking. When she was little, she ate at the hospital cafeteria with her grandfather, and at home, her grandfather and brother cooked for her.
She's just a helper, or she can do something simple like making noodles or porridge.
Ziyue took the initiative to sit by the stove, preparing to help with the fire later, and then looked up at the original owner's brother chopping vegetables.
Qing Ziji is 185 cm tall, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. His features are well-defined, and beneath his thick, sword-like eyebrows are a pair of wise eyes.
He graduated at the age of 16 and started working at a hospital. Because he had studied medicine since elementary school, he was very talented in medical skills and had perfectly inherited the acupuncture techniques of the Qing family. Although he was still young, people in the industry would not easily underestimate him.
The original owner's father didn't want to study medicine back then; he was determined to join the army and serve his country. The original owner's grandfather, as a father, broke the ancestral rule that if a descendant had only one son, he had to study medicine, and did not stop his son from pursuing his ideal.
Little did they know, the white-haired would bury the black-haired.
Qing Ziji inherited Qing Weian's mantle and is Qing Weian's successor.
The original owner learned very well, which made Qing Weian very pleased.
Logically speaking, even if a doctor isn't refined and easygoing, they shouldn't have such a strong aggressive nature.
There is a contradictory feeling about Ke Qingzi Ji. He is usually gentle and refined in public, with a touch of determination, but he can never erase the sharp aggression in his bones.
However, he deliberately concealed this aggressiveness and did not easily show it, but Ziyue could still sense it.
Judging from the original owner's memories, Ziyue could guess why.
The original owner was only five years old when her parents passed away, and she had always been pampered and was naive.
At that time, Qingzi Ji was seven years old, eight years old by the traditional Chinese age reckoning, and being the eldest son, he was quite sensible at a young age.
Having lost both parents, it's not that no outsiders wanted to make fun of them or bully them; it's just that the original owner had always lived under the protection of his grandfather and brother and hadn't noticed.
All those trials and tribulations were shielded from by Grandpa and his elder brother, Qingziji.
As a family member who was good to the original owner, she would naturally give her heart as well.
She added some spiritual spring water to the well water in the courtyard, and she also added some diluted spiritual spring water to the large water vat in the kitchen. The effect wouldn't be very obvious, but over time, it would gradually nourish their bodies.
In the kitchen, she added some rice, flour, oil, and eggs. She also took out a little more meat from her storage space, but not much, since it's summer and she can't store it now. She took out two pig trotters, one pig liver, and two pounds of pork tenderloin.
Including what she bought during the day, it only amounted to four pig trotters, two pounds of meat, two pounds of ribs, and one pig liver.
It was finished in two days.
Even if family members discover something extra, they'll just assume someone bought it.
Her family knew she had money and tickets, so Ziyue's taking them out wouldn't arouse suspicion.
Qing Ziji skillfully chopped the vegetables while chatting with Ziyue.
"Yueyue, a lot of people died at the Revolutionary Committee today. Don't go out alone these next two days. If you want to go out to buy anything, just tell me and I'll go buy it for you."
Ziyue pretended to be surprised, but didn't ask anything, and obediently nodded in agreement.
Looking at her well-behaved younger sister, Qing Ziji's eyes were full of doting affection, but when she thought about how her sister would be going to the countryside in a couple of days, she felt a wave of worry.
What if his well-behaved little sister is bullied after going to such a far place alone? What if she doesn't eat well? What if she misses home? Just thinking about it makes him feel uneasy and his heart is heavy.
Qing Ziji quickly turned his head away, pretending to be busy.
Ziyue pretended not to notice that he was in a bad mood and spoke with a smile.
"Brother, don't worry about me. I'm not stupid. I know acupuncture. I carry silver needles with me every day for self-defense. And I promise I'll write home often."
"Look, you've prepared so many things for me. I'm going to be a village doctor, so I won't have to work in the fields. I won't suffer at all, so don't worry about me."
Hearing her sister's comforting words, Qing Ziji felt even worse.
He originally planned to sign up for the rural assignment himself so that his younger sister could stay.
Who knew my sister would register first? If he finds out which bastard is behind this, he'll definitely kill him.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
Qing Ziji quickly came to her senses, not wanting her younger sister to worry.
He cracked a few more eggs, added some lard to the pan, and started stir-frying the vegetables, saying, "Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll make you something delicious."
Ziyue added firewood to the stove, looking expectant and nodding repeatedly.
Just as they were finishing cooking, Grandpa Qing Weian returned, carrying an oil paper package in one hand and a small parcel in the other. He peeked into the kitchen and looked at Ziyue gently.
"Yueyue, Yueyue, come quick, look what Grandpa brought you back!"
That steady voice was filled with the wisdom and composure that comes with years of experience.
At this moment, there was also a hint of expectation and tenderness in that voice.
Qing Ziji raised an eyebrow and looked at Ziyue teasingly, "Yueyue, why don't you go out and take a look? It'll be ready soon. I'll take it out in a bit. Go and see what good things Grandpa brought you back today."
Ziyue got up, ran out of the kitchen, and came to the main hall, where she saw the figure standing by the table.
Grandpa Qing Weian is fifty-three years old this year. He is wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, and he is thin with gray hair, showing the marks of time. However, his back is still straight and his eyes are still firm and strong.
He lost his wife in his youth and his son in middle age; time has never been kind to him, yet he remains calm and composed.
He's a respectable old man.
Ziyue ran over, looked at the package on the table, and gazed expectantly at the little old man in front of her. "Grandpa, what did you bring back for me?"
The old man raised his eyebrows slightly and tilted his chin up a little. "Why don't you open it and see for yourself?"
That little tone was full of pride and anticipation.
Ziyue opened the package and raised an eyebrow—