Chapter 221 The Craft of Knitting Gloves

Jia Zhang looked at Yi Zhonghai who said nothing after entering the room, and felt a little surprised. She thought that Zhang Xingwang, this conscienceless man, was still quite capable and had an endless supply of bad intentions.

Although this guy was reliable for once, she would not give the shoe to that heartless man so quickly this time.

Judging from the nature of that bad guy, who knows if he will suddenly get angry one day and cause trouble for her, then my shoes would be wasted. I think I need to observe him for a while.

Jia Dongxu was about to stand up to serve Yi Zhonghai some rice, but when he noticed that his mother was looking in the direction of Lao Jia's photo, he immediately shuddered.

He silently repeated a few words in his mind, "My surname is Jia, not Yi", gave Yi Zhonghai an incompetent expression, and then lowered his head to eat.

Yi Zhonghai listened to the protest from his stomach and could only speak awkwardly:

"Sister-in-law Jia, um... after thinking it over, I decided to continue to come to your house for dinner. After all, I still have a few days of food money to pay for."

Seeing that Jia Zhang only nodded but had no intention of getting up to serve him rice, the corner of his eye twitched, and he sighed in his heart that everyone has bad luck at some point, and then he continued:

"Actually, I thought about it again. After all, I am Dongxu's godfather. He just had a daughter. I think it's better for us to continue eating together. Eating together can save some money, right?

"My daughter-in-law just gave birth to a child, so the food standard at home needs to be improved. After all, we need to supplement nutrition."

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai frowned, thinking that Jia Zhang was simply taking advantage of the situation and was too shameless. He could not afford to play with her.

I haven't settled the score with you yet for turning against me at the last minute. What does it mean that you raise the food allowance just because we have a disagreement? It's not me giving birth to the child, so it's none of my business.

However, thinking about his own situation and the rumors that had been circulating recently about his declining morals, he finally had no choice but to agree. After all, by helping his apprentice, he could barely redeem his reputation, which was on the verge of ruin.

Jia Dongxu looked at his mother and master who were chatting and laughing again, and went to serve Yi Zhonghai some food quickly.

After Zhang Xingwang heard what his fourth sister said, he felt that Jia Zhang's shoes were waving at him. However, after waiting for two days, he did not get Jia Zhang's shoes, but got the earmuffs made by his second sister instead.

Looking at the troubled second sister, Zhang Xingwang asked curiously:

"Sister, your earmuffs are well made. Um...what else do you want to say? Did Liu Junming do something?

Oh, has he forgotten that I have a bad brain and a bad temper? Where is he?"

…………

Zhang Pandi quickly grabbed his brother and said incoherently:

"It's not your brother-in-law. Your brother-in-law has been getting better and better in temper recently. But you..."

"As long as you have a good temper, it's fine. Me? What's wrong with me?"

"I know you think the shoes I make are not as good as Aunt Jia's, but it's not a good idea for you to just sit there and wait. Look at how dirty your shoes are, and you don't even have a change of shoes.

You are so old now, you should also pay attention to your image. What if there is a girl you like and she looks down on you?

After all, other people’s shoes are not as comfortable as your own, so why don’t you ask me to make you another pair…”

Seeing the look in my second sister's eyes that seemed to show that she was afraid that I would be sad, I thought that this was nothing. I knew Jia Zhang's little secret, so I immediately said:

"It's okay, sister. I'll go talk to Aunt Jia right away. After all, she may just have a bad memory due to her age. At most, she may have Alzheimer's disease. Aunt Jia is a very particular person. I can just help her recall the past."

Zhang Pandi listened to his brother's words. Although it sounded a bit unpleasant, he thought about how his brother could make Aunt Jia remember to eat meat with just a few words at the whole hospital meeting.

A pair of shoes shouldn't be a problem, so I fiddled with my brother's earmuffs and went back to the front yard.

By this time everyone had finished dinner, and Zhang Xingwang went to the central courtyard and knocked on the Jia family's door without thinking.

After opening the door, Jia Zhang looked at Zhang Xingwang, not intending to let him in, and said:

"What are you here for?"

"Aunt Jia, I see that Comrade Lao Yi has started eating at your house again these past two days."

Jia Zhang replied with sarcasm and impatience:

"What's wrong with Yi Zhonghai having a meal at his godson's house? Do you have anything else to do?"

Zhang Xingwang looked at Jia Zhang who was about to enter a fighting state. In order to prevent Wang Xiulan from sneezing a few times, he was too lazy to argue with her. Instead, he said with a half-smile:

"Well, now that you've said that, I have nothing more to say.

My hands have been very cold recently when I ride my bike, and I was curious to see that you have the skill to knit gloves.”

.........

Seeing Zhang Xingwang turn around and leave, Qin Huairu in the room said worriedly:

"Mom, that Zhang Xingwang is obviously here to ask for shoes, you..."

"Do I have to give it to him if he wants it? How can he be so shameless? Is it reasonable for a man like him to come and ask for shoes again and again?

Don't worry about him. I want to see what he can do. This conscienceless guy actually wants my gloves. They are for Dongxu. He has a nice idea. What a shameless guy..."

Qin Huairu thought about Zhang Xingwang's usual style and felt that it was not right. She wanted to live a stable life but she still said with a worried look on her face:

"Mom, you see, Uncle has been called a janitor by him, and you are still..."

"Don't worry about it. What can he do to me, an old woman? I never intended to give it to him. If he wants me to be the gatekeeper, I'll just learn from Old Yan to be stingy..."

.........

The next day at noon, Zhang Xingwang left home early again and briefed the aunts on the latest policies. Anyway, this was also the work of the street office, so he just regarded it as overtime.

Originally, Jia Zhang was listening with a sneer on her face while knitting gloves, but when she heard the words "rural household registration" and "returning home", she felt uncomfortable looking at Zhang Xingwang's half-smile and stopped knitting gloves.

She enthusiastically pushed through the crowd, took Zhang Xingwang and went away. She thought he had been speaking for a long time and must be thirsty, so she asked him to go to her house to drink some water to moisten his throat first.

The aunts nearby were so shocked that their jaws dropped. They talked a lot for a while and couldn't understand when the relationship between the two families became so good.

When Zhang Xingwang sat down at the Jia family's table, Jia Zhang silently poured a glass of water and handed it to him, then asked tentatively:

"Xingwang, why didn't I quite understand what you just said? Those old ladies are chattering so noisy, why don't you tell me something?"

Zhang Xingwang didn't answer in a hurry after hearing this. Looking at the panic in Jia Zhang's eyes, he decided to leave her alone for a while.

He pretended to look around the Jia family's house. It was indeed that they were quite wealthy. The sewing machine next to them was probably the first one in the yard.

Qin Huairu, who was holding Xiaodang, was also the most beautiful person in the hospital. Seeing that Qin Huairu looked somewhat plump, it seemed that she had been living a good life recently, so he couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Of course, the main thing is the child, and by the way, I will see her mother. Then I said calmly:

"Aunt Jia, as you know, I work at the street office, and I know everything about household registration..."